Not Destined Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You were not destined to die
So there was not much hue and cry
You were safe and so the family
It was wish and wish of almighty

That could have turned tragic
You were escaped by magic
It was invisible grace
No grief was ever to be taken over or find trace

Faith or no faith
Have some principles till death
Work for have not people
Who always cry and face the troubles

He resides in poor man’s heart
So when your prayer starts
Keep them in upper most minds
God shall always be kind

It is said and believed
People have always lied
About faith and trust
Blind faith has enough to cost

When you are back home!
Keep bad thoughts aside and welcome
All friends and relatives
Find same joy and happily drive

It was just a reminder
That he is savior and driver
You are safe in his hands
Pray sincerely and act honest till end