With Gentle Tap Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have no right to weep
And keep
Sentimentally attached
When going to be dead

What did I worth on this earth?
I shall be insincere with breathe
If politely say' simply nothing'
Inner soul may not react for something

All were dead desires
Which was meant to expire?
Along with body
That was cared by everybody

I passed the time like other sects
This is fact
I eat and spent full time
Now I think of home and past time

Green earth shall hold me in belly
To provide last warmth rally
Like mother in her lap
With gentle tap