Life With Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Be the self assessor
And earn the honor
For being critic
On self with some basic

Not all can perform the miracle
And still associate with people
Who are knee deep with troubles
And for every inch make bid or struggle

Is there any way out?
I searched and talked about
With many wise people
But ran with arguments that proved very simple

Everybody shook their head
As they had no clue and were dead
“What can we do “if someone stabs us from back?
We need to survive and put our stake

Life is not simple as I had thought
Many hazards are to be crossed over or fought
Life shall be threatened with many ups and down
But our aim should be turn it into heaven