We Plan Daily Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Death of dear ones bring sadness
Whole of the family bears gloomy face
Even though death is reality
Everybody feels helpless before almighty

When father passed away in early age
I was shocked to hear it with bad phase
There was no one to give us protection
It was as if an end of long relation

When mother passed off it was felt severe
I had no option but to guess here and there
“What was happening” I stared at sky
There were many pertinent questions as to why

With death of new born
I was really torn apart
The child was beautiful like rose
I kept quiet and chose so

We all know about inevitability of death
Yet we have expectations till last breath
We plan daily despite stark reality
It is good sign that you are living with continuity