Follower Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall speak about death
And take simple breathe
With spiritual inhalation
That it has some relation

My heart wishes
And finishes
Each beat
For peace to greet

I shall fear not
When caught
In dilemma
There shall be no other stigma

If he has to power to pull
And make me unsuccessful
I shall have will power to excel
With prayers at heart to tell

I know futility of life's journey
But that has been granted by An almighty
I have no option to interrupt
But to go ahead with firm trust

The joy and happiness lies here as beautiful gifts
The pain and agony is staying side by side without shift
As world has been made beautiful with fragrance from flowers
I shall live on earth with single mission of follower