It Is Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is
Easy to advice
And look wise
But difficult to follow
With lying low

Lesson to forget
But not others let
All rages within
But unable to win

Respect to elders
But in words to wonder
Forgets to soldier the responsibility
Clearly proving inability

Why to speak in air?
When we are not fair
Simply to forget others
Think of only self and bother

We are like that
Feet down to earth and clearly state
We will not change
Even with the advancement of age

We may die as it is
And blame for fault of His
May call poor human being
Even when death approached king

So die honorably as wicked person
You may feel happy with reasons
At least you may feel good about being bad
So there won’t be any excuses for feeling sad