The End Is Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The End Is
The end is
I make living
Merely by believing
About creator
And about bestowed honor
Was it possible without his grace?
I tried to trace
Bu answer was flat no
I had no other place to go
So I carry on
With no one
But with self esteem
And whims
I have my own asset
To guard at
And meet the fate
In the early or late state
So I know
How to spend and go
With life till I stay
The end is not far away
So I know How to spend and go With life till I stay The end is not far away
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