Wind Shall Blow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Words will do no good
It must be understood
Make death wonderful
To feel no fearful

No one has escaped
The death has always clapped
Seize the opportunity
To add the beauty

Wind shall blow
And gently flow
Feel its gentle touch
And enjoy as such

The nature has to sing
And bring
Good chirping of birds
With melodious words

Neither should I suffer
Nor differ
The world is to be looked
The happiness is to be booked