At Fading Star Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fading star

It is stupid like things
Not to plan for something
Go for hey days
As if no tomorrow in a way

We may have fortune
Playing at our tune
But days change
And bring us on edge

Even sun sets
And evening set in
Bringing relief
That is our belief

Nights are cool
To be thought over by fool
How did he spend day?
And what shall be move on next day?

So no regret
And not sealed fate
People worship rising stars only
No one looks at fading star