Early Or Late Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Early or late

Pray to lord
For the Ford
That soul rests in peace
When it is rightly placed

Thousands die on earth
And meet with tragic death
No one takes note of
Even dead body on road is laughed at

Even your dear ones desert
And subvert
Your future plan
As they want no progress

The god has made beautiful place to live
Make comfortable room to survive
Accommodate as many friends as possible
Even pet may help you to ward off trouble

Grief no more for loss
As it is not our choice
Any living thing has to meet with same fate
Either early or late