Small Kid In Pain Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Small kid in pain

Often I come across
And feel great loss
About demise
Of mother or else

I shed few tears
And bear
Pain of separation
Bond and close relation

I hear her words
As if spoken by lord
She may come in dream often
To tell about her being well in heaven

I feel unseated
And ill fated
On this lovely earth
And feel at loss for each count of breathe

She reminds
And finds
That her son is well placed
And no difficulties are faced

Why do I feel her absence?
And feel tense
Despite long years being elapsed
I am always teased

I feel she was soul
Who responded to each call?
Of small kid in pain
Her position was highly restrained