The Death Trap Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Look around
And on ground
You will find
Gentle blow from wind

The trees shake branches
To reach
The peak of happiness
For all of us to see it with trace

Green leaves smile
But yellow ones fall for a while
The streak reality is before us
We need to believe and trust

Life may be moving with speed
But we shall be running after with greed
With no brakes on personal ambition
Putting life in question

No one can deny
The death trap set by an almighty
One has to leave behind palaces or huts
The future doors are already shut