Over Split Milk Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I may be taken away
As there is no other way
Destiny is all that we can say
Yet I feel not fine with present day

What to look back and what to remember?
When I have failed to think and render
The sun had shined all over the life again
But alas! Nothing stuck to mind and all went in drain

I am unable to visualize as to what went wrong
Why I was not prepared to take it as simple song?
What was hitch in spending little time for my brethren?
What did bother me all the way engulfed with the concern?

I have no answer for all at this crucial hour
Life meant just joke and merely a pleasure tour
I was so arrogant in behavior and did not care
The life was meant to enjoy and only to share

Well, good cycle never remain at once place
It changes fast so as to remind it's real face
The pleasure, happiness and sadness with gloom
No one can find permanent shelter with any room

It is not the same now as enough time has gone by
It can never be improved upon at last minute even if I try
The precious life was meant to be spent with care
It was all wasted with no ideas as to go where

It is not a just feeling or piece of advice
Life is all that we can say full of surprises
It does not set with sun or next day with rise
We have full control over it with enough of choice

I shed tears in isolation with grief over split milk
I had enough of time with everything at disposal to think
I failed to seize the opportunity and cashed it on
Life was about to be over in just split of second and gone