Hall Of Kings Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is just bubble
Out from water to create trouble
May last soon
May be in night or after noon

Keep baggage ready
Move ahead and keep space steady
Ground may be slippery
Walk freely with no worry

Loose no sight
As you may be wrong or right
You got to face and fight
Wait for no darkness but only light

Just wish and say 'good bye'
But with an attempt and earnest try
Not to be marred by ill wish
But with blessings for good finish

You may be gone all of sudden
No one may remember you even
So earn what ever in form of blessings
You shall be put in 'hall of kings'