With The Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Listen to what others say
Finally think over the ways
Decide the course
And yield more of course

That is sign of healthy mind
It is rare and of its only kind
Not all are blessed with
You should be well prepared and armed with teeth

It is exposure of stable approach
You are not carried away as such
You have vision to counter
Any such threat if followed after

You have vision to visualize
Define the course and oblige
No one can ever impose
You always think and pause for while

You have compulsion of being earthly person
You know the futility of life with reasons
You know about time factor
And feel too as stage actor

It is nice to grow like flower
Adore garden with rainy shower
Come up with blossom on mother earth
And vanish suddenly with the death