Class And Style Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It failed to “tick”
The time did not click
Both arms dropped
The working was stopped

It was declared useless
With gloom on face
“He is no more”:
People felt sore

So long you are working
The life is wording
In a way to adjust
People go on with rust

No one thinks of tomorrow
With far and allow
The thing to move with precision
That is their own decision

There is no time
With any one at any time
Few days for moaning
Then again same morning

Time may pass again
With fresh track to remain
In race to do something worthwhile
This is the way life must show its class and style