No Note To Share Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Think of happy days
Sleep in free way
Wait for destiny to approach
Journey may be over as such

Does this form any kind of illusion?
I think there prevails confusion
Why do we break head with philosophy?
When clear road lies ahead with grace from almighty

Time may slip away like water
It may certainly offer
Some changes with age
Which can be inscribed on page

Time may convert in years
When you may loose power to hear
Vision too may blur
You may prefer to lye down on floor

It is matter of simple count
What is there to talk about?
Some people die with silver spoon
Others struggle hard in hot sun

No one shares burden
It is noticed often
Individual is confined to look around
Family and children are happily found

If everything goes smoothly and in favor
You are praised and termed as successful with honor
Normal man suffers till end with no one to remember
He will depart in silence with no note to share