Makes Us To Miss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I did not cry when mother died
I did not feel bad when father too died
I felt little grief when my baby boy died
I cried with loud voice and eyes got dried

I do not know why it so happened?
Why was I so saddened?
There was no such moving force
But I felt from within of course

It is seen many times
And observed too from time to time
Any kind of personal loss is deeply felt
As if flower has fallen on ground and fragrance is left

It becomes so impossible to forget
It is not easily erased or to be let
Dear ones are forming firm association
We term it as bond or relation

Especially children will create long impact
When they depart early and leave more reasons to react
It can be for the want of no proper treatment
Or any other reason that leads us to believe for resentment

That child was so beautiful
As if rose flower was in its full boom
Lips were looking like pink petals
There was overall joy on his arrival

Parents feel more for sudden loss
Many arguments follow or cross
Mind becomes ground for all kind of thoughts
'Be patient' I remembered advice from elders as was taught

It is nice to be among family members
As many things force us to remember
It is their nature and kind of behavior
That makes us to miss more however