In Rise She Enjoyes

Why at all she needs to be explained
Her dignity and honor is all the time maintained
Not even god fathers but god even preferred her womb
Her fingers move with kindness instead of comb

She is not a simple sex figure
Sister, teacher or mother in that matter
A birth place and holy divine valley
A true friend and kind alley

Mother is an end of world
You get peace when reach her fold
Not even a word needs to be told
Her name and fame is everywhere sold

Everybody has praised her
You be worry free when she is near
Child needs not think of fear
She is there to bear

We all rejoice and enjoy
Her company with heavenly joy
She is dominating and unequal
In rise she enjoy and feel sad when we fall

What has to gain passing through ordeal?
Unbearable pain and lots of worries in real
I hope no soul passes such strain and stress
Yet there is no single worry line on her face

I shall devote thousand births to her service
Touch her feet and offer whatever possible in promises
I shall love to be her dearest son or daughter
Where she forgets everything and runs after

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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