Fell Down To Feet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wondered and fell down to feet
She is all the time there to greet
Love and joy always shine
What a warmth and happiness divine!

You are right in praying for her
She is watching you from there
Love and affection may always be showered
Even if you forget she or nothing is offered

She came to my memory all of sudden
I was so much seized with problems even
Such is love for mother’s departed soul
Even if night may look scary with voice of owl

Her eyes remind me of happy message
I never saw any decline with passing of an age
She preserved charm till her death
I couldn’t weep while laying wreath

I hope all mothers may be like this
All kids may be feeling same and miss
Still they live on with her cue smile
Life may become little easy meanwhile

The change is welcome and replaced by new
Some changes may be noticed by very few
No one takes note of morning dew
Life is also like same but can be seriously viewed