Child Grows Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Child grows

As child is feared of dark
He or she starts
Taking shelter of parents
And always presents

With lovely talk
And try to walk
When they are on stroll
With innocent call

So when father is no more
They are scared
Of realities ahead
And try to understand and read

Mother stands as rock behind
And find
It little difficult
But her stamina is inbuilt

So father is really a hard figure
To forget in future
Even though child grows up very fast
The impression remains till last