Awaits Ears Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Awaits ears


"Papa, papa "her sweet tone was heard
I still remember her words
So affectionate and caring
Today I am staring and looking at sky

She never remained alone
But believe me, she is away and gone
She preferred higher studies at London
As most of the preference given by students

Almost ten years
She is away from me and awaits my ears
To hear those mind tones
"Papa, papa "from my little one

She is fully associated with old age society
Giving enough of service to people who are elderly
And need care from their children
She has earned repute from them even

"I like London and its people"
They are health conscious individuals
No one cares about what you do and how you move!
Respect the local laws and be good citizen to prove