Our Life Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No mortality rate works
With nice words
Body perishes
As life nicely finishes

People talk bravely
But behave strangely
In fact, they fear death so much
But show brave face and try to teach

Nobody shall have time
When time nearly comes
Warns no one but lifts
Without any change or shift

Death makes no difference
Between poor or rich at once
The destiny is made sure in advance
Only we are not given any chance

Old leaf has to fall
Tree has to respond to call
New leaves shall be born again
The change shall always affect and remain