My Daughter Is Lost-Rimple Soni Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My daughter is lost-Rimple Soni
Sunday,6th June 2021

Corona has taken a heavy toll
'Rimple' the daughter of my friend. Mr Atul Soni has fallen victim.
in pregnancy, she has lost life but her daughter has survived
he cried aloud 'How to live without' without her

I had no words to give solace
I could sense
the grief on his face
the poor father was really restless

so loveable child
very much straight and kind
all loved her
we all were speechless for her heavenly call

what person lives behind?
a good memory to find
and cry all the time with her fragrance
I feel the genuine bond that existed at once

'My Rimple is no more' grandpa laments
and sobs for her being absent
no more to be seen around
only her memory is to be found

this is the first death on our family
he speaks with grief and breaks down easily
'she is an actual loss' I speak and solace him gently
we all have to accept the dictum from an almighty

I calm down both
and take a calm breath
losing a dear one is really a shock
the tears run, sometimes, out of the stock

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt