No Mortal Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one can claim clean life
At any given time it might have been torn by strife
Some sins might have been committed to come out
This is life story and all about

We put on the white cloth to claim sainthood
That can’t be considered as service to brotherhood
If you were not true and loyal to your neighborhood
How can you claim it sacred where you have now stood?

In your prayer, it makes you restless
The worry lines are seen on the face
You can cheat your conscience at once
But not to people who know it by grace

Your past is not leaving you with any peace
You are breathless and not completely at ease
Sometimes you may succeed to fool some people around
But your prominence and sacredness is not found

We come across many God men
They are desperately trying even
To show the closeness to almighty
But we can only show on them little pity

Mortal sins can’t be washed away
Every human being is suffering from evil way
It may not allow you to choose
Right and wrong and finally loose

What comes along is ordinary behavior
God is always near you as savior
Leave to Him for judgment of your action
Never bother what people think about you as reaction

We have tolerated enough of God men and suffered
So far no tolerance, peace or stability is offered
The humanity has bore severe brunt of all excesses
Even though it was made known to them about holy access

We have fallen victims of our own folly
The blame should be owned wholly
He never guided you to fall for blind faith
Has any one so far said about no mortal death?