No Use Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I disliked autumn
But never expressed in open
It was causing concern
But I felt” it was now my turn”

I remained ruthless
Blindly ran after and chased
It was achieved by force
Even though I had little sources

I looked through window
And witnessed falling of yellow leaves
They were shaken badly and detached
It was unknown “how long were they attached”

Those were the early days
When I had extended full sway
Many people worked under my control
I never expected sudden natural fall

I looked back and analyzed
The life looked so small in size
“What did I do throughout?
There was no use now to think about