Dig Not Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dig not

It is one's own perception
And projects his vision
Bo one dig's one's own grave
Unless braves for evil and behaves

No one does it
Someone else does it
With ach inch you are remembered
Or condemned

If you were good enough
People with cry and cough
With slow whispers and remark
"Nice soul departed" with sobbing words"

People shall spread rosy bed sheet
Scatter rose buds and meet
Your soul with earnest prayers
This is what you have earned as passenger