Such Fragile Movement Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Such Fragile Movement
She was breathing fast
We came to know that it was her last
She was eyeing on all
We were in tears for farewell
She was strong and had great will
We were all be her side and responding to call
She was happy to see us around
She was still not laid on ground
It was time to recite verses
It was her desire and sense
Some few good words are to be heard
We prayed for her peaceful departure
Her eyes was well struck on
I was her favorite son
He may utter few words
Then looked at skyward
I felt pathetic
Such was magic
For life and attachment
'We all will have such fragile movement 'I presumed
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She was breathing fast We came to know that it was her last
She was breathing fast We came to know that it was her last
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She was breathing fast We came to know that it was her last