Same Kind Words Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Same kind words

It is my desire
With pleasure
That you are celebrating
Birthday with dating

I go back to early days
When you had not opened eyes for sunrays
You had shown your presence by little cry
You were on this beautiful earth with graceful try

Our home bore heavenly appearance
It was fun to have your presence
We danced to our maximum strength
And sang till were forced by heavy breathe

Children are real angels
Their presence really reveals
The happiness all around
The parallel of it is never found

Their innocence pleases
It forces us to release
Same kind of gesture
By speaking kind words from our store