All Trains Stop Here Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

All trains stop here and come to an abrupt halt
We call it cardiac arrest or near heart stop
No time at disposal for things to arrange
No grace period allowed for orderly manage

All must understand the essence of philosophy
Route to heavenly abode for collection of trophy
Paths is destined for sure and no choice or way
Body may remain motionless in ground to lay,

Small indicator within may give little glow,
Final preparation or ideas may suddenly flow.
High winds and air make big sound and blow,
Unnatural happenings will difinately grow,

Who knows better what is lying in store?
Whether for sure to reach safely a shore
Urge to finish work as soon as possible
Grief suddenly takes over, making it imposible

All living beings know it is for sure,
It is hard reality and no body can cure,
Only smooth passage you must ensure,
Hands jhould join for prayers making doubly sure

I have my mission fulfilled and complete
All good accounts retained and bad ones deleted
Rest must be left for others to judge,
you must stand ground well and should not budge

These feeling emerge for noble and pious man
Who may prayed sincerely for cause common,
Never thought of leaving or abandon,
Not asked for excuses but bowed for pardon,

Who ever has come here had to leave,
With clear hearts and bonds to weave,
Dear friends and relations may loudly cry,
Knowing fully well but still ask why?

World was very beautiful to live in,
Make amends and no curse within,
Lines were drawn clear and thin,
Options were clear where and how to lean,


Junction may bear deserted look,
You may get your seat with assured book,
Occupy the seat and close the eyes,
No time will be left to say good byes,

All feelings run high at this very juncture,
Before you find that life has puncture,
Must behave and take it sing of bless,
No time will be allowed for simple guess,

Lucky ones may have orderly end,
life fulfilled with ways amend,
chances more for heavenly abode,
angels may takes you from any mode,