It Pays Occasionally Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was not strange
But was forced to manage
The real identity of human
Shared smilingly with the burden

What is there to show?
I had no difficulty to grow
There was enough of everything
I never lacked anything

Good education, good food
Better relation with neighborhood
Good friend circle with high reputation
Yes it was matter for self satisfaction

What did I lack in fact?
I was sharp to react
When asked in private
I loved it but internally hated

“Was I wearing mask” I probed
“Yes, the answer came” I felt really robbed
Was my escape route considered to be deceptive?
The answer was in positive direction and indicative

I shall not hide
But opinion divides
Life is not easy to be true
As the developments may prove

It pays occasionally
To be honest and brave really
But it does not mean you adopt unreal means
It may then be considered as no win