Real Father Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Real Father
Why regret a life in real?
When there is clear deal
To be named as “father of the world”
Is no simple joke to be told?
How the household is run?
Only housewife knows in turn
The farmer knows no sun burn
Some thing has to emerge as grain
He knows it is treacherous
Yes something reminds
Father can not remain idle
He has to face the struggle
Not for the family and children
But for the humanity as one
Let wind blow or result in cyclone
He has to sweat alone
Sun may take severe test
He has to deliver the best
Whether he feels weak or otherwise
“As father of world: he has to fulfill the promise
He gets little
But does not make him little
He stands high with poverty
Only cause to smile for the almighty
Scott Ransopher likes this. Scott Ransopher Another good poem Hasmukh! 9 mins · Unlike · 1
good Shane Kiernan14 minutes ago I liked that Comment +1
Salt of the earth. John Ravenscroft17 minutes ago When will the reins of yesteryear, be surpassed.
Good write DaeNeshia Paxton11 minutes ago It lost me in some places. Comment +1
it's about God. Oana Groza16 minutes ago The thing I like about this poetry is that it makes me feel something of God's love and how he struggles to make earth a good place
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Why regret a life in real? When there is clear deal