A Little Kid Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wished to be little kid
Mother’s hand to feed
Father to lift with strong hand
Brother to throw me in open sand

To stand up on feet with great courage
Little steps forward but unable to manage
Desire to grow fast with total disregard to age
Still safe under shed but not meant to be in cage

It is safe world for all times to come
Everybody to shake hand with warm welcome
All needs to be met at short notice
I felt it amusing and very nice

To run after mother step by step
To be pushed in corner with tying of trap
No nuisance of any kind simple tolerated
Simple movements revealed and narrated

Youth has lost al its charm
Child days were very warm
It has its own charismatic value
You get everything even when not due

I would love to live again
As child to be with family main
What a days to be spent with complete joy?
it was nice to spent it with different toys