Little Fresh Flower Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Little Fresh Flower
Little flower
Each day passed with fun
I really make frantic run
Put her on bicycle
Still she is unable
I again push
And rush
For her safety
To bring her back happily
She may call me with name
Never heard clearly when came
But she may raise finger
And point out at her mother
I become horse
Take on back to pose
And walk with four legs
She may hold me tight and drag
Soon time has rapidly advanced
She has now lost childhood
I remember her when she was little flower
I look at her and sometimes tell her about old days
Soon time has rapidly advanced She has now lost childhood I remember her when she was little flower I look at her and sometimes tell her about old days
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