Each Step Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Each step leads me to grave
Even though I try to be brave
Nothing stops except life
As it is sharpened like knife

It cuts life span and age
As if rushes to free you from cage
Body may become useless
There will be dead silence on face

Everybody realizes
But thinks otherwise
Why to worry now?
Let time may allow

Yes life can not be spent with fear
Pain and agony stay together
Disappear when faced with resolve
There is certain space to solve

It is blink of an eye
Time may pass by
It has to find quick disposal
There is no second hand proposal

Every living being is subjected to decay
It may come now to spread the sway
It is in formidable weapon
There is no concession on coupon

Make sure you have decisive approach
Life may be non stop as such
But show must go on and forever
Life may cease never