Her Need Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Her need

It tears apart
And shames being a part
I was your favorable child
You were so kind and mild

Forgive for turning you to wall
And call
"Lord, forgive him" for ding no good
May be problem with my feeding of food

You were going in open field
Even though the hot sun held
Sway over vast land
Yoyo were nearly dead when returned home

I was feeling as child
And witnessed full kindness
Yet you were full of sweet words
As if I was to look after her well afterwards

I must admit
And forfeit
The honor of being called lovely kid
But was I true to be of her need?