No Notice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am man of imperfection
Totally blinded by inaction
Not knowing inner conflict
But certainly can be called addict

“Sorry, sorry” I make an excuse
Politely turn down or refuse
Any proposal that is against interest
Show to them as if I care them as best

I always presented with precision
It was going to be my own decision
I took care not to show it as an absurd
As I wanted to look perfect and move forward

It is easy to escape veil of imperfection
Under the guise of ignorance and innocence
Some of words come to open rescue
I get what I want as share that is denied to few

You can not be perfect in real sense
Some where you will be viewed as nonsense
Utter failure and unwanted man in crowd
Where no one may take notice even if you speak loudly