Inside Mother Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Inside Mother
Inside mother
I dream a child
Some of the things seem very wild
Being unwed
The thought drops dead
Yet it is desire
Someone may accuse me with satire
But I go my way
And think it is right way
My hand moves with kindness
Over head and face
Those curly hairs make me feel excited
I see it as mother and happiness is sighted
Where will I find such nature?
Of being mother
With attachment so dear
I lend ears on ground to hear
The child's cry draws my attention
Here I openly mention
In side mother becomes live
Ready to share and in life to survive
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