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Nothing Is Certain
I can’t even if wish to cry
You needn’t go anywhere to find out why
It may be worthless and futile try
Some of the reasons may compel you to feel shy
It brings some sort of an attachment
It had been sort of loose alignment
We breathed and spent glorious moments
Fear all of sudden gripped to resent
Why all these bonds and relations?
When we were made sure on interruptions?
It was to end any time with all uncertainties
Whether with bad memories or with beautiful niceties
All religious books are full of descriptions
Vividly explained with quotes and inscriptions
“Life is precious and don’t waste”
May be sour, sweet and bitter in taste
This is in fact accepted reality
Always appreciated for its quality
what a life to enter and depart
even thought we have remained closely as part
I would term it as an opportunity
To serve in unusual way with capability
Amidst sufferings and miseries all around
Still with little hope to find ground
Not a word may find place in your honor
As the tree may be uprooted in tremor
Life may cause many such upheavals
Yet all set for staging to sustain and excel
I may feel no remorse
Even thought it is weakness of course
Who can tell what for he is on this beautiful earth?
Where nothing is certain except death
poem
by
Hasmukh Amathalal
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