Make Her Feel Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall be there
At your door
With simple knock
I shall be back

Keep one thing in mind
Be always kind
To any womenfolk
And nicely talk

Not remember me alone
But women suffering undergone
That has to be addressed
As words need to be promised

You send the old parents to old age home
When find no welcome
At beautifully left behind
For you as dividend

As it was real attachment
But in today’s context it remains absent
We are remembered only when passing through lean phase
But not trying wipe out the tears from yes

Mother shall never be different
And remain present
In all the times to come
Only you make her feel at home