I Wished Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I saw little twinkle
Disintegrating from sky with struggle
Just one flash of light
Rushing to earth in night

I saw sad plight
Felt not a all any delight
My mom was in heaven
She had gone all of sudden

I remembered
Her pale body in bed
I was school boy then
Playing with nice and colorful toys

“What will you do if I am no more”?
She will call me with love and adore
I used to stare in her eyes
But failed with ach try

That was the last time
When she could see me
She breathed her last
When I was in class

I cry sometimes loudly and miss
She used to call me and showered with kiss
I was finding so much of peace
As if enjoying cool shed under tree

What is the position of mother?
No one will be able to say or offer
With suitable words and convey
I wish her comfortable stay in prayers