A Last Long Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

One may not last long to live
He is dependent and got to believe
He will be relieved only when is in heavenly course
Till that time he may enjoy it here of course

The world is same as it was this before
Nothing new has emerged or came to the fore
It has to be understood in its true context
What do we know what is in store next?

Why not to shun the violence and offer peace?
Why not to allow little breath to live at ease?
You are not first or going to be late
You must think and evaluate any rate

You are answerable to your own conscience
You don’t have to admit it in anybody’s presence
Some of things can done very easily
Rest of the things can be spent very happily

You see it yourself to happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield fruits some times later
It must have top priority with subject matter

No one may take notice when you depart
There is still time left for very good start
You may be down with unbearable humiliation
You got to leave it behind with proper elevation

It is silly to carry the ill will
You must offer solace and try to fill
You may be able to sustain the blow
There may be long calm and peace to flow

It is not that difficult
You need to forget the insult
Honest try to rebuild the foundation
You may definitely have the support and validation