A First Or Last Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I may not be the first
It was going from bad to worst
It was real test
Though I tried my level best

I couldn’t do it
I was very late
How could I blame the fate?
I am ashamed to state

The cloak can’t be brought back
The time has passed to track
Enough water has flown in river
It creates panic and fever

I stand on brink of pond
I was so eager and fond
I saw the water very static
Is the life not so tragic?

Nothing can be brought back once gone?
It can’t be done or undone
Try to act in best of your ability
That is known as test and quality