Never Fail Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am frightful of ugliness
That comes before eyes to trace
What shall I look like after death?
How will I take normal breathe?

It has made me restless
If at all I have to depart early in such case
What shall be fate of my body?
So tragic feel and remain dreary

The head will look devoid of skin
We were feeling proud and very much keen
It is bare face now and appears like ghost
Completely merged with soil and got lost

So it is the body and fully consummated
The fate can be easily assumed
White or black color has no relevance
The body will have to disintegrate at once

This has brought me to some sense
There is no reason to remain tense
God has given us enough to feel happy
Whiteness or ugliness will disappear really

Take stock of situation
Never abuse anybody with accusation
Truth may always prevail
Think of it well and never fail