No Amount Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

That is how motherhood is adored!
Her memory and role is always captured
Mind never lets us to miss for single moment
There is tremendous gratitude inside with movement

Whether insect or animal!
Mother eagerly waits for arrival
Try to see the feeling at the time of birth
Mother never cares for her own death

Poor or rich has no differentiation
It is bond with same relation
Mother is mother to each child
Very much caring, mild and kind

I can imagine now god’s willingness
Why did they prefer mother’s womb and face?
There was whole world on her face
No hatred with only love’s trace

No amount of gratitude
Can ever substitute
She may remain supreme
Till sun hold the shine