Time Of Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Only few shall shed tears
Rest all may feel bad and bear
The loss you suffered
The consolation shall be offered

As you sow, so you reap
You need to keep
Contact with all people
With intention of helping in crisis or trouble

It shall be good
If you provide food
To poor and needy
This shall be taken note of by everybody

With little good condition
You do it with inhibition
You shall be remembered
With flowers, you shall be respected

Only at the time of death
Or when you are running last breath
People shall know your social service
The family tradition shall be carried further with promise