Compelled To Think Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am compelled to think number of times
When sit in corner with leisure mood sometimes
Why God had chosen me to be descend on earth
With lot many problems including death

It might have been felt that human beings are not prepared
Not to forgo what they have and still for more to be dared
Such is magic and love for what is not supposed to be ours
Yet we spend countless hours after it and in many cases years

It can be understood that life needs enough of stability
If you are penniless there will be no use of your ability
You will considered worthless and discarded lot
You will be pushed aside and from you nothing may be sought

Hardly few may rise from such pretty considerations
They may have pure feelings but with lot many questions
With strong determination and resolve they may be able to detach
But at large we can get nothing out of it as such

Thousands die each day and new souls arrive
Some of them meet instant death and some survive
Life cycle goes on and we merely express helplessness
Life seems to us a puzzle and worry can be seen on the face

If we spare little time in thinking this aspect
We may find reasonable conviction to this respect
We may love our kith and keens and create some lovely bonds
But ultimately to leave behind giving no thoughts for second

This can leave us with little doubt
Life should be seen with this aspect and it is must
If this come to come conclusion and decide our destiny
Time space provided to us is limited by almighty