Not Much Left Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not much left

You are responsible
For all mess and struggle
Is the cancer natural development in your body?
It was you only responsible personally

In life, death is reality
That is a decree from an almighty
No one is spared on filmy ground
Finally the feet are on ground

You may be needed for family
Children may want you worriedly
But you have failed their expectation
You are on death bed waiting for cessation of life

We are master of destiny
But we need to remain healthy
But why do we breakdown on health ground?
When our presence is needed all round

We talk about the tragic end
Lament when desertion is faced from friends
The relatives turn face
And diseases of all kinds make frantic chase

So let us not make emotional appeal
And look so ordinary and unreal
There is not much left for person to do
The ordeal and agony has to be passed through