Part Of Our Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Death shall not accept
As it is kept
At destined date
With hands of cruel fate

You shall have miraculous escape
With almost knock or tap at door
Even if you dreaming in daytime
Or missing concentration sometimes

Suffer little injury
If blessed by Lord Jury
He is there to protect
Even if you recklessly act

So thank openly
And feel happily
That you are left unhurt
For new lease of life to start

Accidents are part of our journey
It is not conveyed
It happens all of sudden
You are almost feared then