It Never Patches Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It never patches
When reaches
Dead end
With loss of friend

It troubles mind
When something happens of such kind
And no solution is in sight
You are disturbed slight

Even in day to day occurrences
We take no chances
To alinate some one or add fuel to fire
And be the victim of satire

It is really painful
And causes downfall
In relation
And in elevation

It is sordid
When called due to misleads
Or failure on one side
That leaves behind no lead