Great Stage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Time and again
It has been made known
Miss the bus
And you shall be at loss

As it is very clear
That life means fear
Fear of death
Till last breathe

Tomorrow
Shall not allow
The bright sun to be seen
It will just be pathetic scene

Pray for no pause
It is mainly because
Nothing shall be put on hold
The clock is set for whole of the world

Let us learn from time
Tomorrow shall not belong to us at any time
Rather you will not witness
Great stage of world and face