ગુરુવાર, 3 માર્ચ, 2011

The day of my death

My mind becomes empty when I think about my death,
I will always think about my enjoyment of birth,
What about my mothers smiling face of course after words it must be repress how can see abstruse about my death,
I know see cant able to do that, what about my caring mamma, How can see abstract remembrance from her hart?
My life was started from parents and will ending to remembrance, It can be disincentive to my parents and disintegrate the heart in remembrance, All of my family are crying around me but I can not do anything for them because I will we be diet.

Jahanvi Kotak
Radhanpur