Huge Bed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Many people die unnatural death
Go with unfilled wishes and no breathe
They have met an accidental tragedy
As had been destined by an almighty

We are helpless and mere spectator
But take death aw an honor
It has been confirmed for ever
Death is reality and fact dear

What would I wish for last time?
The simple burial any time
The rituals shall be less
And no one should cry on face

I wish the body should be deep buried
Nothing should be with body and carried
Let the flesh and bones be eaten by insects
Entire body should melt inside belt

It shall be converted as clay
Same form as it was considered in a way
It is honor to go back to earth's refuge
The rare place to rest with the bed so huge