Distinguished Guest Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Death enters through back door
Distinguishes no rich or poor
Even if you bolt from inside
It may enter from areas wide

So the death guest comes uninvited
It is in no way close associate or related
It has fixed the target and listed above
The soul is silently taken and drove

We expect elders to depart early
But young ones are picked easily
Either through accident or illness
Death has many cruel faces

We are fed to believe
That death may relieve
The pain of this horrible life
But the life itself is hell and like knife

To live life successfully
Means you have lived purposefully
Done all charitable causes
And now time has come to pause

Respect dead and pay homage
They have departed because of an age
Everybody will have to go
No one may be spared or forgo

It is not easy to only pray
Death may have its own sway
It will keep you guessing
Suddenly you find someone is missing

Believe it or not for simple reason
At one moment you find life of a person
Very next moment he is no more
Respect any kind of death therefore