Rebirth To Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I loved mother than anybody else
She was always there with kindness
Running after me with breakfast plate
“Please have some bites” she may state

Her kind behavior makes me weep
She always rushes to keep me under emotion
Why God did make such fine creation?
I felt so heavenly with her relation

Many times I feel like crying
Sometimes I may be worrying
“What will she be doing there”?
Oh no, oh no with unknown fear

Many times I have written about her
Each time I find something new to bother
She will present beautiful kind face
That shall always keep me in shining face

I find in her entire universe
Faith, trust and curses too
She is there to address all remedies
Her approach always same and does not vary

I would always love to take rebirth
Serve her well with all desires till death
Keep my head in her laps and cry for help
She may offer it to me with her gentle slap