None Is Spared Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The person dies
Leaves behind
Something to find
His nature, behavior and many things of that kind

They part bodily
Make us to feel sadly
But we console
And recall

Such is our destiny
As set by almighty
No one is spared
Good or bad is never compared

We need to learn
And earn
Fame for self, family and children
So afterwards, they are not badly driven

An absence is certainly felt
As the dry flower is smelt
You are remembered for noble work
The craze for helping poor with kind and words