How Kind She Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How kind she

Let lamp light dimly
With homemade clay pot handily
The oil therein gives coolness
My eyes turn with brightness

I remember her gesture
Despite being poor
She feeds me with rich milk
And wraps in best silk

I am her hope
And she wants emon the top
With no source to support
She takes me with her natural art

Her melodious voice
And bright eyes with promises
All I gather today in memory
For me she is lightened with divinity

I may die even in no time
But her reflection in me
Reveals how kind she was!
What life she really chose?