Holy Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dear sir, it was God will
Else he might have been alive still
The great souls are needed there
They have to pick up from somewhere

It was your holy home
Only your son was welcome
God has taken note of your charity
He was loved by almighty

He could, otherwise laid you to rest
That is the only endurance and test
The destiny was decided as something different
The apostles were directly sent

You have seen and passed through age
How difficult it is now to manage!
I wish almighty give long endurance
You pass this test also at once

You brought him up with great care
No one could challenge him or dare
He was beautiful rose in your garden
His departure at this stage was all of sudden

It may take years to heal
You may miss him and feel
But remember it is God’s will
You are chosen for time to kill

It is your self service and wisdom
No one can challenge and understand seldom
God has give pain but may give strength too
This is advice but very true

You were blessed with enough of wealth
I wish and pray for nice stay with good health
It may be considered as serious blow
But He has bless you divine glow

You may last and endure
With so much peace for sure
The mission entrusted may be fulfilled
The humanity thrust in you will never be killed

Think not what the blow has delivered
Bear in mind what Gold has offered
You are still at helm of affairs
The garden may boom again with all the flowers