Target In Turn Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It did trick
Without using stick
It was first success
There was shine on my face

I told lies
And made him to believe
He breathed slowly
I was parted happily

He purchased peace
That too at quiet ease
I was driven to despair
With no solution to repair

It did not allow me to sleep
As I had failed to keep
Sincere words with promises
It lacked strength and had misses

We do it daily
And accept no regret really
That has become part of our activities
Indeed it is to be called a poor quality

What difference it makes?
When someone tests bitterness in cakes
Just think of biggest gamble
When same thing lands you in trouble

I have spent restless nights
When I was not at all right
That always led to scuffle and fight
Face always turned pale without any delight

How come we ignore?
Basic facts to appreciate any more
Let us be, at least, alive to biggest concern
It can make us simple target in turn