Family Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

If you talk about shelter
That is provided under
Only in one umbrella named
"Family "is only one name is as such called

Why do we term it as one?
It combines all in one
Brother, sister and father
To be looked after by mother super

How such holy place can be broken?
Where love is available not in token
But in abundance
With purest presence

I once called "o mother"
She rushed with shout and whisper
I embraced her with all surety
She was nothing for me but only almighty

So family is blessed by an almighty
He has bestowed happiness already
Think never about divorce
Or even slight remorse