Take Her Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I nearly collapsed with tears
I was unable to withstand and bear
How could death take her over?
When she needed comfort and cover

I see her beautiful eyes with message
It may be years before than of her age
The picture reveals of deep anguish
As if pond is dried of fishes

She is no more day in this world
Her memory pushes me in cold
How much she had dreamed for future
I won’t be able to put it for sure

I am at the top of the ladder
I serve the poor as doctor
I read pain in your eyes
There are many questions unanswered. Why?

Years have been passed yet you are same
I see reflection of quality in your name
I feel proud of being your kid
You were kind enough to provide me all the leads

Where you are mom? But here in my dream
I always used to sleep in your arm
Your were like tree and provided shade
I miss you so much even after many years of wedding

I loved the way you treated
No anger but always greeted
Provided whatever you could do
How lovely and innocent you were to be true

Never go off from my memory
I feel so deprived and sorry
I look at yours eyes and miss
That lovely and sweet forehead kiss