Cunning Human Mind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is cunning human mind
That always finds
Some ways to escape
And step in

The new doors are opened
People are again lulled
One is loosing
Other is gaining

Cycle goes on with vicious round
New friends are made and old grounded
New ways and new approaches
As if life may always remain within reach

I find man's pathetic end
Hands are wide open before friends
The relatives are silent and around bed
Waiting for signal to declare him dead

We all know about it
Still pretend to be ignorant
"Once in life time we have to be dead"
They boost before all but fail to read