To The Death God Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

To the death God
Monday,6th May 2019

Before I surrender
to the death of God and offer
your soul to be taken away
with a folded hands, I shall stay

with no words to explain
and remain
with so much pain
I shall seek the blessings to gain

I may not have the courage
to withstand the shock and manage
the turmoil going on within
my agony shall remain unseen

we were stronger
but remained strangers
unknown to this cruel world
many hardships remain untold

your love was the only bond
and I was really fond of,
your closeness and faithfulness
that made me shine on the face

How shall I open the gate?
for the soul to be taken away and state
that it is the sealing of my fate
and for the whole of life, I have to wait

Hasmukh Mehta