Selfish World Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

As we call "selfish world"
Yet meaningful and mysterious fold
Where no one can remain aloof
Right or wrong sans proof

Death is certain
Yet we suffer pain
Go dumb with slight thought
But run again without being caught

Yes death brings to light
Some reality about futile fight
The question about our existence
Its value in everybody's presence

Relatives and friends
Come with tears to shed
Console family
And advise to trust almighty

For whole life that have kept enmity
But now they show some sympathy
Few words of little choice
About departed soul with praise

Only for few days people may visit
Ask if any help needed for it
We may decline offer
And go down with pain to suffer