Mercy And Compassion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wondered in hostile land
I have breathed for a long on this motherland
Loved her like anything else but more
I praise her from heart and adore

Whenever I used to be in trouble
I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle
She will provide me each clue
Put her hand over head and guide to pass through

She is no more now and I face dilemma
Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma
I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge
Her impression on my mind large and huge

But I have found another place to feel merry
That none other than Mother Marry
Fountain of mercy and compassion
I just murmur by heart all my confessions

I have observed immediate result
I feel elated without fear of any insult
She is always there before my eyes
I need to remember her and make little try

Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face?
Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces
Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry
I keep my head down and forget to worry

My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven
That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even
I have found in you all my answers
Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer

I wish I could remain forever in your lap
Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap
That can take me to the new height
Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight

I shall dream alone about such divine feeling
I may not share it with any one despite willingness
I think lot more may flow like water stream
In the form water fall and like sun's beam