Except Him Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know Him
And worship Him
He is in my blood
Real formation of nutritious food

I thank from heart
Each day with good start
With all that I can pray
And ask for blessings on the way

He has brought me on earth
So why do I scare from death?
I shall take Him name with each breath
Till jaw is shut with teeth

I shall speak less
As I have much of shine on face
With His presence
And divine sense

I may not want any one
Except Him to carry on
He will know my destiny
Much to the surprise of many