Good People Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are often misled
Into believing about dead
They come in dream and speak
We awoke in night and feel weak

It is our close association
That touches the relation
We hardly forget their long stay
As suddenly they have gone away

Mu distant aunt was so kind
We used to find him
In jovial mood
He was really misunderstood

Good people hardly stay longer
They always remain happier
Mentally they are stronger
And we too mss them little longer

Its impact is not only made known
But looks as if heavy wind is blown
We never recover from personal grief
Sometimes their memory in dram provides relief