Final Abode Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Wise people are not afraid
When time comes to be laid
For final abode
It need not be told

Early or late
It is called certain fate
One has to be casualty
That is wish of an almighty

Graveyard
last destination to look forward
With insight prayer to lord
To save from cruel world

If you were good
People shall love from neighborhood
They shall worry for your health
Pray God for smooth and painless death

After all it was your creation
Sincere try for building relation
You failed in all attempts
That could have been utilized or kept

Some people may remember
Some may curse after
You are fully lowered
Inside grave and buried