The Light Has Gone Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

ON death

I feel sad
And bad too
It was real shock
Tears ran out of stock

You were our hope
To combat and stop
And trouble
That was adding to us many people

The light has gone
Now dark may rule
The family shall bereave
And not believe (his death)

I shall pray for peace
Your should rest at an ease
Possibly to guide us
With belief and trust

You shall b in another place
Totally different and among new race
The god shall take your care
We may all pray here