New Development Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was little shocked
When she said she has carried
“Secret love and symbol”
For one fine morning to call

I did not know whether she desired
For early arrival of child and admired
Yet it was known that she wanted
My love being in her womb and stated too

I could not decide on the spot
But compelled emergence of many thoughts
She was to be associated
With me forever as related

I would have been not less happy
As she was airing with no sorry
I realized it was mother in her
That was keeping her in happiness mother

Any female may consider
It as sacred task to shoulder
With holy alliance and as destiny
The thought may be shared and realized by many

I felt so much happiness
That appeared too on face
She was going to be mother of child
The new ground to be opened as field

It was certainly new development
Lot many people may appreciate my statement
It is certainly the outcome of love
Whether one believes it or not