Temporary Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Temporary

I am on decline
It is power divine
If shadow is larger than me
The curse shall fall freely

It is the day and night
That makes fight
To rush at the destination
Result into my decimation

I am destined to suffer
With burning anger
And no solution in sight
But later on, it turns into delight

The phase momentary
And is also necessary
The person should face dark moments too
So it keeps him in readiness

Everybody suffers at this juncture
As shadowed by future
The gloom descends
And sends distressing signals

The resolute object comes over
And searches for cover
As it is temporary
No one feels great worry