No More Movement Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Arms standstill at this moment
No life and no sign
Shadow all over to be seen

Sometime ago it was moving
With two arms and showing
Time with exactness
It could be read on clear face

Now it is neither clock
Nor a living flock
It is merely seen as wood
It won’t need any more food

No power to run
No midnight sound for fun
Clock has stopped
On wall it remains hanged

So is the case with human
With smile on face will be man
Picture will be hanged
Death time and date will be saved