The Night Is For Dead Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“Night is for dead” the legend says
The message of death god is heard
The soul is taken always in night
Jackals cry with loud voice and fight

For two kinds of creature, the night is same
An owl makes drive for food to claim
When whole of the creatures sleep
The saint remains awake to keep his presence

Even thought the night may be calm
Yet it presents no horror or harm
All live activities come to standstill
It is time for rest and revival of the will

Human beings relax and go for long peace
It is time to surrender and forget existence
The life’s presence is no more
You are dead happily and snore

Nature may not be that cruel
It may present no more trouble
The moon may shine bright
Many souls may enjoy and delight too

The stars do twinkle and present great show
It is lover’s paradise along Side River’s flow
The heaven is on earth and there is no fear
The night’s appearance is all for joy to hear