On Golden Page Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

On golden page

No one enters
Or leaves
Without permission
The entry gate is not seen

People end lives
And believe
Their plight has ended
The soul has been happily freed

Can you imagine?
How many answers are to be given?
For ending life at slight pretext
The god has directed you to perform best

Not only that but practically too
You were to pass through
Great ordeals and feel the pulse of misery
That was option given to you with prophesy

So that is an open question
We come here to finish mission
It is not up to us to decide
And wrongly ride on notion

We are living peaceful life
With no strife
And spreading the gospel of lord's message
That is already written on golden page