Survival And Relation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He had sailed on ship some years ago
When I had small kid as only sign to go
With memory and hold the future
With only aim to spend rest of the tine with pleasure

I used to visit and sit for hours together
Look at vast sea and to offer the prayers
For his well being and safe return home
I waited for the moment to welcome

My patience now is running out
As no news is heard about
Neither received some money
Nor any kind of things to look even funny

Yes, but he is my towering strength
Lives in inner most corner with breath
I love him more than my soul
Even ready to die for his first call

My son is coming out of his childhood
Daily receives some feedback from neighborhood
I am tired of answering his call
Very difficult to make him happy even with cause so small

What I find from the distance?
A ship is sailing in my direction at once
Is it true signal of his arrival?
I kiss the land and set aside rumors for dismissal

Oh no, Oh My God, ship is nearing
He is seen waving
His face with great smile
Oh yes, I am dying for a while

It is moment of great happiness
All smiles are back on my face
He is some feet away and I jump in water
He embraces me with all his power

How many years of isolation?
I wonder and raise question
It is not about separation
It is about survival and relation