Such Mixture Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life was pure challenge
And it was managed
The life went on smoothly
To match easily and peacefully

It was like chariot
Where we sometimes acted as an idiot
Sometimes wise
But always surprised

It was of such mixture
Where we shaped our future
With pain and agony
It was always blessed with by an almighty

Now we need rest again
And maintain
Calm life with no more worries
To carry till the end

Life shall be confined to room
With memory as final bloom
The fragrance shall be about to fade
Now time to say good bye and bade