When I Leave Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When I leave

Silence knocked my door
I was sleeping on the floor
as I had a feeling of nervousness
it invaded my face

I realized that it was last time
I only knew about my background with crime
I had all the sinful activities
there was no time to worship deities

but this development frightens me
I feel bondage and not free at all
anytime death god shall take
I feel it is true and not fake

it adds some tension
I will certainly write down and mention
my breathing is disturbed
any time it shall be stopped

i have heard about the punishment
they will immerse me in boiling water
or insert the red hot rod
and employ many more methods

I believe now
but the question is how?
I shall knot know
when I leave this world and go