With No Choice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I do not know what shall be happening
Whether it shall be in morning or evening
It may be even at the midnight
The death god may come any time straight to pick

When hell and heaven we have adopted?
It has found recognition and readily accepted
People often say” god man will go heaven “
The bad man will be waiting in queue for hell

“Raise with high voice and whisper Almighty’s name”
So he may hear it with comforts in time
Those words were for me to be uttered
As final prayer was on card and offered

Even though it was high drama
I was still intermittently slipping in coma
I was fainting often and not responding
They were afraid about me and loudly singing

“Oh god, what is this going on? ”
Where in pieces I have been blown?
It was just natural phenomenon called hysteria
Why was then created so much furor and phobia?

The doctor was called for emergency aid
“Sir, check his irregular pulses” wife said
I was raging in anger by his pleading voice
But what to do I was slipping deep with no choice