Weep And Curse Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He was carried in coffin
With lot many followers crying
In full grief and unable to speak
This scene made me to think

Real worthy place to live in
And earn the name among kin
Love might have ruled from a man
So were the followers with was huge procession

“He might have been real person”
“Else there can be no reason”
I though of huge popularity
One of the best know quality

Person earns for himself
To carve out treasure in shelf
Not for material gain but for poor people
Who really need encouragement in struggle?

Time and again it has been told
Nothing to carry with jewels or gold
Only good wishes and noble deeds
Left behind will be Deceit, jealousy and greed

Few drops of tear made way
I was not worried in anyway
It forced me to rethink about mission
“”Weep and curse” with own admission