I Know Nothing Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was sure of one thing
Poor and rich fear same thing
Death sends shiver and cold
Many thing remain untold

People boost of self quality
But forget about almighty
The common sense is His gift
Make sure of good efforts to lift

Not even flower booms
If it has no enough room
The shower does not help in any case
And mother earth remains helpless

When I have many flaws!
It makes me to draw
Some lessons
With various reasons

Life shall go on
But kite shall not be flown
To the height that was desired
Still we boost and want it to be admired