At An Eleventh Hour Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We always pray for peace
And life o be spent at an ease
It is wish of every individual
To have an end too just normal

But no, you have to suffer
That too here
If you were not following
On real terms and allowing

If life was not in conformity
With the dictates from an almighty
You are bound to be punished
Before life is finished

People think of immortal life
But forget about their being mortal
Lead the life in immoral way
And get frightened when end comes in their way

“We will see later when it comes”
Some people always boost that they will welcome
If that comes tomorrow, then let it come today
They are, in fact, hiding dismay

No one has escaped from dragnet
They term it as fate
They shall regret at an eleventh hour
They know nothing why life was struggled for