I Feel Cold Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel cold
But remain bold
Not to be told again
That my time is over to remain

The branches shake
When wind blows quickly
The leaves often fall on ground
To be spread around

I count breath
But unable to avoid death
I remember those nice words
They remind me to leave for lords

It is ultimate mission
That should leave no question
Everybody will have to vacate place
For new one to take over in base

I am sinking fast
To peacefully last
I remember whispering voices
They are sobbing with no choice