Still Human Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Still human

Human body is like home
It welcomes
All tenants
And make as occupant

Greed is always appreciated
Pt pays rent regularly and firmly seated
It invites more of its relatives
They enter with pride and start behaving

They introduce jealousy
As member jury
It favors cunning partners
And cooperation is fully offered

How come such body allows good forces?
When board hangs with playcard"no chances"
Still you want the goodness to enter?
And make them all to exile later

One option is still open
Allow them to live in half portion even
People will call you till human
"Excuse him for error as he is still human"