May Go Back Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was motionless
As she lay with calm face
No visible live movement
I felt so sore at that moment

She was with me since I gained sense
Felt her company when was so tense
She never made me to feel orphan
She was embodiment of wrong woman

If ever I lacked at all?
It was present at slight call
Mom was always very kind
I need not tell her or remind

She called me day before
Put her hand over head and explored
With all kindness she could show
I was so much delighted and preferred to blow

She was good all kids at home
She always stood at door and welcomed
We were not habitual to her absence
Today she is on ground with life's absence

She may go back to original land
Where buries are dead
For eternal peace and harmony
Heavenly abode decided by an almighty