So Sorry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Rush down
With life target of own
Close it before you are gone
And get ready to be flown

People shall praise
For your capability to chase
The target in time
And offer flowers sometimes

It shall take heavy toll
And meet with nature’s call
You shall die young
For doing no wrong

It is after all holy work
It can’t be compensated with words
You need to involve fully
So it is completed successfully

Life shall end not late or earlier
The destiny is set by creator
Die with honor and good memory
People shall standby you but feel so sorry