O Mother No Care Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O Mother No Care



I couldn’t speak a word
In her praise or for her work
She stood all alone
Like a bright star lone

While carrying child on her back
She thinks about stake
For her and child
“This is my world” she thinks

Many are working as laborer
Working under hot sun in summer
Nothing deters
When she is ready to cater

Her sacrifice is supreme
She shines like sun’s beam
Holy and pure in our eyes
The glory and honor flies around

It is unfortunate
That she has to vacate
The house built with her sweat
She has only sky to look at

My brother –in-law has found happy old home
He wants to send her here and welcome
Her departure for no more care
Such incidences are happening everywhere

O Mother No Care
Sunday, May 10, 2015
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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