I Will Be No More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I will be no more

Friday, December 29,2017
5: 39 AM

We were childhood friends
I used to send good wishes
Whenever I was in the native vallage
We used to spend hours together and manage

He was simple and straight
He will delight
With his frankness and openess
He had perfect sense to sell the dresses

As cloth trader
He used to offer
With less margin of profit
But his behavior was befitting to that of befitting as businessman

"I shall be no more"
He waned to tell me with sore tone
"I am tired now" he may add
This was the last thign he had told

Few days back, I received message about his demise
Eventhough it didn't surprise me
I wanted to tell him about life's usual trend
I sent final condolence message to bereaved family

I had read fear lines
But could not define properly!
Even though we are scared of death?
The thought itself brings shiver with each count of breathe