A Death Not Menace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A Death Not Menace

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You were business tycoons
Your empire was at the height shined in noon
It was associated with pride
It was open fact and was nothing to hide

As an individual you had thrown complete weight
You had lion’s share to take it to its height
Nobody could do it as you did
You had provided great impetus and lead

What else you needed in life at later stage
The years were passing off to touch the age
You did your level best to build the empire
No one could ignore you to admire

You were best as good administrator but no humanist
You did all to make it success and insisted
It was brilliant show put up ever by anybody
You were not careful for your existence and body

It has taken heavy toll and now you regret your life
Thought it was tough and like double edged of knife
You sailed through smoothly with all the odds against
You excelled in all the climate and served as best

You failed to realize that human body has some restrictions
It can work full time with innumerable instructions
If need be many nights can be spent on the spot
It is done only to speak about your ability a lot

When person is established fully in establishment
He needs to change and live in different environment
All hectic movements can be brought to some shift
It must be done smoothly without creating a rift

You miss the opportunity and it will prove a hell
Nothing may move positively and sound well
It is your down fall and sun is heading for decline
You can’t run for everything with all the inclination

The near ones may desert as you are proving failure
They have nothing to gain from you for sure
You were utilized at maximum level
You have nothing more to excel


You are in dilemma over your near end
You have created foes and no new friends
It was only great empire and nothing else
You lived under set pattern which has proved false

Before you could find cover
It has taken you over
You had no time left with to decide
You were on ground and simple tied

In few minutes time you will be consigned to flames
Not all people are to be cursed or blamed
It has come at the right time and at place
You had lost all the opportunities and race

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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