Be Kind O, Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Be Kind O, Death
Be kind o, death
It holds breathe
Over dear one's death
The world seems lost
As there is nothing more to post
Thousands of thoughts flood in mind
All threaten with gesture unkind
"Who will look after me" invades spirit
Who will come near and greet
But desire still remains
It brings in more pain
The death has brought dark clouds
The misfortune speaks loud
Yes tears role out
When everybody speaks about
Nice part of departed soul
And give loudly a grief call
We feel hollowness of world
And about almighty for being cold
Taking away dear ones from our fold
We suffer remorse and sufferings untold
Be kind o, death It holds breathe Over dear one’s death
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4/17/2024 7:30:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sufferings untold, But sir, let us forget it as suffering, let us think we are going and crossing all hurdles of life and death one by one. who are we? this question should be there before us always. anyway. good one sir.