New Bottle Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The wine is same but in new bottle
The life is same but with different struggle
The desire and ambition work side by side
The human being has learnt the art to hide

It will never be made known
Until person succeeds and artificially owns
You can lust or special attachment
Inherent weaknesses can be asked for detachment

It shall remain so long as human race may remain
The same people with difference face to retain
The desire for more and more accumulation of wealth
Even if that earns bad name of results in fall of health

The deception and treachery has remained main issues
They are feared a lot and constantly reviewed too
Yet wicked person wins and honest looses
As human mentality fails him to choose

“Wicked people may reign supreme” legend says
Where greedy people are easily available to them
Quick growth and over night fortune makes them blind
They fall in trap and loose whatever they had in kind

So life is same and people also same
No one tries for special treatment but always blame
Forgets him self for what he stands for
Excuses are made when fortune eludes or appears far