Strike One Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Strike one day

I need someone to sing
My favorite song and bring
Same melody and rhythm
With sweet words in them

I am on death bed
And remaining as dead
Doctors have given hope to survive
But will I live more?

I have not given up
Any hope
For life's end
I pray and send good wishes to all

If prayers can bring in
"Some happiness and recovery" is to be seen
I shall most probably in same shape
As sun goes up in sky

As the body is made of clay
We won't know what shall be taken away!
But I know what the end shall be like
But I worry less as it has to strike one day