Dear Children Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dear children

O dear children,
Imagination and dream of Jen
You are all so dear
Gems of an eyes and words to ears

"Divine gift "as we all say
For your birth we always pray
Go to churches and mosques for blessings
For divine descent in early morning

You are messengers and real hope
Without your presence life is on rope
The home becomes real one
Only when you cry with child's tone

No house can be called heaven
If that has not a single child even
If you want to hear His voice at home
Adopt one child if you don't have to welcome

They need care and proper attention
They are garden flowers and deserve our mention
They are our future hope and destiny
Of course a blessings bestowed by almighty

Especially girl child deserves to be cared more
As they are the one to be praised and adored
The universe expands at their cost and excel
We are here to take their care and speak well