Final Race Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When you gain adulthood there comes real stage
You get to know many things coming of an age
You may love to make frequent contacts
Mingle with friends and try desperately to ignore facts

You come to know of grater responsibility
When hold a hand of female and demonstrate ability
That speaks of firm commitment and promises
Thousands of assurances with not single misses

At initial contacts you compromise some of the stands
That can be forgiven as happening between good friends
But when reassure of future tie up and whole of burden
You readily agree for everything and no idea strikes all of sudden

It is almost mirage and based on illusory things
It may turn soar, happy or any kind of things
You may argue in favor of going ahead
Provide clear way and distinct lead

Life is meant to struggle and endure
You may sometimes not find peace in entire tenure
Life may turn cruel and unending difficulties
But that does not relieve you from any of the responsibilities

You learn to live and stubbornly offer
You have all the preparation for final coffer
You are such an ideal for any eventuality
This fine blend quality makes you to prove ability

Only cowards may end the life in haste
The may not come at all or come very late
Yet it makes no difference for on going struggle
You may go on tackling and facing all troubles

Life may seem to be High Mountain
You may struggle hard to contain
Even though you may remain money less
You will definitely win the final race