Eyes turn
Thursday,28th March 2019
I just passed into memory
but felt little sorry
for having passed off the young age
and managed to brush off the sadness
it was always rousing welcome
full of affection and called by the name
the little girl rushes to the gate
"papa. papa" I pick up the cute girl
why this bond is so special?
for any hard faced individual?
children are specially called God's
to lessen our burden and load
whatever may be the reason?
but home is felt like heaven
complete stress disappears
within no time from their cheers
My eyes turn soar
and appear
in the search of the same environment
to feel relieved at present
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem