No More Alive Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Time reveals
And ells
About secret
But not allow any date

It is hidden
And not disclosed even
It is in steel chamber
Under tight secrecy for all human beings to remember

Who knows when time shall show cruel blow?
From which side the destructive wind may blow?
We shall be cut from tree like dry leaf
The life is so short and brief

Live like king
Bu as simple as no one in social ring
No one at least shall show disrespect
For our daily acts

I bow head and respect
As matter of fact
That I shall be no more alive
To live again and revive