Take Midway Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Take midway

It will come on surface
When you face
In life about lies
That belies expectations

Life can't run
Purely on point of gun
It will need some form of untruth
The words can come into work forthwith

Why do we insist?
So much on trust!
It is hidden truth
The lies lie beneath

"The lies" remain as an invisible art
It remains solidly indispensible part
"Big or small character" resorts to this tactic
The later on activities become so much hectic

Truth and lies
Surely flies
Along same path today
For us to take midway