Miss You, Mom

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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"Are you hearing me mom"? I am upset and sad to think from On this very day, you were gone Leaving us behind to feel alone All troubled days were over But we had no shelter You were like metal wall Never allowed us to fall I keep sobbing With tears dropping I feel lonely an loser God should never take back mother As I sit back and recall You appear with slight memory call I find you in same spirit Always smiling with open hands to greet What a shame! on my part I never let you to feel comfort I was naughty and uncaring You were running after me and daring I feel so grieved When closely observe You were really deity in practical sense I love to see you even today by sitting at fence

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