Sad Demises

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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We egret the demise of close and near ones Miss their greatness and pardonable acts Never bothering about unkind gestures Forgiveness for all in their whole tenure When father departed, we lost shelter we were make to run helter scalier there after we could regain the lost credence, We definitely lacked the confidence He did held supreme and pivotal position, Hardship if any was out of question, No one dared to point out at us or raise finger, He never allowed the issue to linger, I could recover some ground when lost mother It was big jolt and blows yet another She stood for all sources of courage and solace We lived we in small house but felt in palace, When all departed then I was left with only sister, All hunt started to find for her a mister, Mother always worried to find a good match, Efforts were made many but couldn’t catch, We always found mother in her, Same affection love and good care She handled it well with age maturity Ladies are gifted with such nice quality Such is life cycle which never stops, Situation can be handled when it crops Rain water may hit ground in form of drops, Everybody may try to improve when show flops Whether it is death, birth or rise and fall, it should, be called as nature’s call They are inevitable and must be accepted It is God’s wish and must be respected We should not loose faith or trust, Wheels of life must move with vigor and thrust Life has to be made lovely and beautiful It must be lived with purpose and be successful We may be grown like complete tree All our children may feel secure and free We may be able to give them what they desire Our role may be then appreciated and admired It is noble inheritance and we must treasure Life should not be termed hard or can be measured It has to be our efforts to remain fully assured Live life king size with immense pleasure Time may come you may also prepare to depart You may have no time to offer or impart You may think life was lost from the start You got to believe it is pure an d simple form of art Life will be still full of surprises It may compel you to make more promises Life will not end with demise of any one It is cycle that may repeat with every one

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