It Takes Moment Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It takes moment’s work to finish
A living object on earth to perish
What happiness we got from it, I don’t know?
I was taken a back from wind’s throw

How many thoughts might have crossed?
Creator might have never thought or tossed
The idea of giving chance to come on earth
With definite assurance of meeting graceful death

If death was certainty and fully understood
What is need to digest different school’s thought food
Many thoughts may be floated around to fool
How come an intelligent person can be made tool?

More you think in that direction
Less you get any clue for definite action
It is Holy Spirit that binds you in good faith
You can’t be scared for loosing life in death

If it has to come then no one can stop
For that you don’t have to cry and go over roof top
Look at hollow sky and sink into useless thinking
That may only hasten your end and cause for sinking

Any living object has to depart
It is defined clearly and very much part
Known facts to all for no fooling around
It has to be stabilized for doing well and sound

Is it not rubbish idea to think of an ending?
When there is enough room for amending
Lot of space for praying and asking for favor
Lead a life for good aim with peace and honor

What suicide will do to an individual?
His departure may be considered as casual
Cowardice step with no more sympathy
As it is shown disrespect to almighty