Not Happily Driven Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Words shall not suffice
It is sheer cowardice
To leave behind
The family and friend

Your death may make
No different to stake
You have left for nothing
Everybody body shall miss something

The sun has special duty
To perform at he orders of almighty
But what are you doing?
How can you be comforting?

Even God does not appreciate
And gracefully relate
The soul must perform first
Then depart at the last

Troubled soul never find good home
They are not welcome
Here on earth and above in heaven
The journey shall not be happily driven