Did I Do Good? Poem by Sparsh Jain

I played god with everyone around.
Turned many tables upside down, building lines.
Broke things to make anew.
Contemplating I was doing true.

Built things which I thought were right.
Acting selfless but in names, bound to mine.
Shame on such a false messiah.
To fabricate such a casuistic design.

Where for people's trust I gave air-castles.
Where for love, I was trying to find reasons.

‘I' is the untrue, ‘us' is damned.
We? I never learned that.