Waits For None Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Death waits for none
We have to go one by one
She or he may be dear one
But death spares no one

Have patience and courage
Some of the deaths may be in early age
That is tragic and hard to manage
Yet we got to forget soon the golden page

Feel strong when you are likely to abode
As if taken on divine horse and rode
One of the rarest occasions to have come across
Even though it may be a gravest loss

Last place is certain to rest
We might have endured all the tests
We may avail peace so far eluded
This is only point we might have conceded

Weep not as it may be an insult
To almighty who cared so much and built
Your life and shaped into precious entity
You were known as one of the best personality

Soon it will be by gone memory
No one should feel sorry
It must be kissed on true face
Eternal peace is on card without any chase

Loved so far and be loved here after
You are close to hart and not so far
You are placed in four walls of heart
That may blip in divine form of an art

I shall smile and kiss on your grave
Look confident and very much brave
Yet that is not solution or victory
I am sad for it and feel very sorry