From Green To Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is no philosophy
It is set already
Whoever comes in this world?
“Must depart” I am told

So I have adjusted
And trusted
Each word
Spoken or heard

I witness autumn
When leaves turn
From green to yellow
Clear signal to fall from tree and go

What shall be remembered?
Or uttered
It shall be only good deed
When we come across and read

Journey may stop
At any time when you are on top
You may have large empire
But death shall suddenly take over