Real Blessings Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is recreation
Start of new relation
With arrival of new born
To add joy and concern

Concern for golden future
Happiness for simple treasure
It is addition in family
Grace is apparently seen from almighty

How do two people meet?
Express happiness and greet
That is heavenly signal
For all to welcome its arrival

World cold have remained dry
If there was no sincere try
On the part of human beings
Even though there were many poor kings

Love has found its way
To flow like river in zigzag way
It is real blessings
Where goes nothing as missing