A No To Rubbing Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No to rubbing of salts on the wound
No good will or gesture is found
It is sign of ill will and retaliation
It must find some good equation

We try to offer excuses on uncharitable comment
It is burning desire and anxious moment
The blow has been delivered to you in words
It has given you the blow from sharp edge of sword

You may not offer reaction easily
It may unseat you momentarily
You may have uneasiness in mind
No way out for easy solution of any kind

It is our tendency to strike at weak spot
It may to others shamed and dark blot
I am unable to understand the logic behind
They go all out for revenge like blind

Such move may carry nuisance value
It is neither appreciated nor due
The individual may be hurt but no t finished
The anger and frustration may not vanished

These are stumbling blocks in our way
No one is prepared to listen or attention to pay
Life time rivalry remains there all the time
This is considered as worst form of crime

We are living in the age of supremacy
There can’t be any kind of diplomacy
Mass contacts should be there with lots of frequency
Is there any use for asking any time of clemency?

We have scaled highest peaks
It is achievement and done with the trick
We have shown it number of times to all
This way of betraying to others is only dawn fall

We may often use words sarcastically
It is often abusive and hurled orally
There is no use hurting for simple reason
It is in no way helping any person