Inhuman Way Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel repentance
And makes me tense
For life's dark performance
That is felt at once

I feel the death's arm approach
To reach
And take me away
To distant land any way

I find total dark
No light to see or spark
I shiver and tremble
My hands really struggle

I have helped no one or rushed
I have donated nothing rather pushed
Many might have fallen victims to my treachery
I wish really pardon and mercy

I don't know
How could I go?
Inhuman way
And now seriously pay

Precious life is simply wasted
The poison is tested
Now I realize the meaning of life
How hard it is like an edge of knife