No Easy Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No easy death

It was nto dowry death
She had color black
Dark complexioned
And never questioned

She was homely
Decent and lovely
Very kind to all and with mixing nature
She earned the respected from all members

But others had cruel behavior
She was chosen to become no more
Her hands were tied and put aflame
Her body was burnt and half remained unconsumed

Many deaths take place
We face it daily and read with tense face
Why do I highlight today?
The lady, who was active, is leading in miserable way

Twice she was hit by animal's horn
Two times scooter dashed her to tear apart
Now she is bed ridden and unable to move
The evil work makes you to suffer with no time to prove

She will nto die easily
As elders say boldly
You have to give account for what you did in this birth
Else you will get no easy death despite prayers