Holy Books Often Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Holy books often

God, I know nothing
But my parents do something
For my well being
To rear me and bring up to level

I pray
For their long stay
Happiness
And wants to see smile on face

I don't what does poverty mean
But it is easily seen
Parents talk with silent voice
"I shall help them more" I take vow and promise

Whatever may be the reason?
They are nice persons
All parents may be like god to their children
Who always struggle to make home real heaven?

I shall bow head
And read
All verses from holy books often
And stay always happily driven