Destned Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Until one undergoes pain
And maintains
Calm posture
About future

You won’t know
How to undergo!
Such sufferings
As human beings

Nothing is certain
When you will be stained
Or meet with death
Till stops the last breathe

You are gifted with innocence
In love’s presence
that helps to pull on
when real wind is blown

Life has secret
With unknown fate
That shall never be late
And meet with destined date