On Horizon Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am not simple burning ball
But living hell
Providing all energy
For races living already

How many come on earth and perish?
It is routine to come and get finished
No one is spared but taken away
Such is natural way

I throw light
To remove darkness with delight
Whole of the universal life comes live
We see its power and believe

I appear on horizon
For air to be blown
Give its chance to breathe
And end it with death

Know it from wisdom
And seek freedom
Form age old customs
And miss sayings seldom