With Parenthood Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Live with memory
Lead the life with no sorry
Those were the happy days
All elders were treating in kind ways

The demands were met
Everything was set
There was no room for discontentment
Even toys looked pleasant

Find yourself in kid
Try to get some lead
You were innocent and lovely
Why not repeat same here happily?

It is left behind
Even if you think so much and mind
It shall never come back in any form
Only memory shall keep you happy and warm

But be with childhood
And mix it with parenthood
Give child everything if you can afford
Keep promises if given with assuring words