Except Laying Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall not change
Even finishes life with age
I shall remain same
Then curse more and blame

What did I do?
To live true
Make people believe
And helped to live

Always aced dangerous
Earned notoriety and became famous
People got zealous
For my rise continuous

I had no end to greed
It was need more to feed
Lust and desire were not under control
I struggled till saw imminent fall

Same is story with all brethren
Then why do we have concern?
When we can sell soul for pretty consideration?
Why do we talk of human relation?

Let us die as small insect
With insignificant act
Who cares otherwise after death?
Except inscribing few words and laying wreath!