Fail To Make Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Each moment is precious
So long life is continuous
Not all people suffer through out
But many pass through and talk about

Certainly true life survives
Many onslaught and revives
The life stands with values
Such fact is realized by only few

We all know about human body
"Mortal and belongs to nobody"
Yet we crave for color and beauty
And never care for creator the almighty

The life seeks more comfort
When in reality it has not reached even port
Any time it may run aground
No trace shall ever be found

What more is there to seek?
When we are so week
Nothing is in our hand
Still we fail to make world a friend!