In Last Leg Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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it was long way
before I sum up in any way
the life was treacherous
but made me famous too

I struggled to lead
That was only deed
I did not fail
But availed

Time has passed
But scars could not bee erased
They are in form of wrinkles
Symbol of fight against trouble

I had reason
To live as good person
But time stood in between
The case was near loss or win

Today I am in last leg
But I do not beg
I stand with past
And with glory to last