Die As Simple Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Die as

No one has seen
It is purely an imagination
Each individual has clear conception
In mind from inception

Why do we bother?
When we have nothing to offer
Either in words
Or in works

It sheer wastage
When we have done nothing worthwhile in this age
And when finally faced with reality
We think of an almighty

We see heavenly gate
As if we were saint
And had done marvelous job
In fact we had done thing and only robbed people

You may prefer to die as simple person
You will fly easily to another region
Where there shall always be welcome
Such situation must definitely enter mind