Mother Speaks Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mother speaks

"I had high stakes"
But had to apply brakes
Nothing was in hand
Except wait for cruel end

But o had future
Bright and or sure
Two beautiful children
And plantation of heaven

I was confident
To think at
But it was not in control
So I waited for small children to grow in full

The slide moves further
The light flashes in her
The little boy has turned into grown up boy
Now no more cry and fun with toys

Today he is celebrating birthday
I was waiting for this day
What a way to feel on this occasion?
On one side holy relation and on other side full affection