An Useful Thought Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The world had existed this before
It is useless to think therefore
It has its own time for schedule
There is no time frame or module

All divine objects are there to show
We have to gain maturity and grow
You need to pray and head to bow
It is right time to act now

You have not chosen the time to come
Still there was joy for you and welcome
You came with empty hand and loud cry
Everybody must think and ask what is this and why?

It is not time for us to choose
We have no side but only to loose
I gather the strength to ask for favor
Take me to abode o, my savior

I have fulfilled the mission
I have all but ready for admission
I may have out lived the utility
I find no reason for its continuity

I may cease to exist in days to come
I shall be forgotten and extinct to become
What more do I expect to ask?
There is nothing left for me as task

Set me free from chain and bondage
It may invite unrest and damage
I have approached the reasonable age
The souls is all set to from the cage

Mortals should be consigned to flame
What is use of having great fame?
The name and game may soon be over
The sky may not find dark clouds as cover

Have your horizon as wide as sky?
Leave no room for doubts to ask why?
Your body may not be stored or preserved
What all you did may for long time remembered