Tears Rush Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Tears rush

Tears almost rush
And push
My sentiments
I get restless

She had such kind behavior
And beaten never
I was always looked after
As other mothers do theirs

"Don't forget to take meal" she may often advise
For each minor act she was almost surprise
She may take note of my movement
Scold if necessary for being little late

My eyes become watery
She was like mother merry
From heaven she has been specially created
Sent here to look after orphan, destitute as many examples are sighted

I bow my head before her picture
And make sure
That not a single day passes
With my honest remembrance