Get Some Relief Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Death frightens all
With departure call
No one can resist
Or forcefully insist

When death collector
Make bid to enter
You shall be taken by surprise
And forget about fortune and premise

You will lay on floor
With eyes struck to door
Not relatives or neighbor
Shall act as savior

Your eyes may remain wide
With no position to decide
Yes it is no time
But pack in split second time

Life and death
Ends with last breathe
Let us keep good faith
And get some relief