Mothers Are Same Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mothers are same

Both were half slept
Just before some second they had wept
I consoled them and asked some more time
They realized too and slept in no time

Whole day they may quarrel
And rush to me to tell
About silly complains
And cause me pain

I was puzzled
As time was turning bad
I received news of motor accident
That took away his life for nothing to comment

I felt almost dead
And could not read
The future for children
The dark clouds were ahead but clearly seen

I had double responsibilities
One as father and other as mother with whole day duties
The children were small to understand
But I was committed to stand

No mother shall like to see the children
Playing in street with dirty cloths and driven
By insults from neighbors
The though itself made me to shiver

I took quick decision
Let there be no confusion
I shall take them to top of the ladder
Even if I have to work as labor

All mothers are same
They have nothing to blame
The farm woman labor or man working under sky
They have to shed sweat for family and try