Really Sighted Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Really sighted

I will not type but I will weep
And try to keep
her memory as fresh in mind
and try to find

I feel small boy
Playing with toys
She will come and put hand behind
I will always love jer to find me

She will keep something to eat
Embrace me and greet
With her sweet voice she may ask
How was the day with task?

I used to raise thumb
And rub
My head to her embrace
And smile on face

I cry even today
When find no way
With what I wanted
She is really sighted