The Wrong Done Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is pure jealousy
And cancer to humanity
Whereby we bring shame
And not put self to blame

It is culmination of sick mind
Where by persons tries to show that he is kind
Cares for friends and relatives
Otherwise he is choosey and selective

This has remained human weakness
That can be purely seen on face
We know the nature of person
Still go to him for various reasons

We do all sort of negative things
And bring out cheers for nothing
Under the single pretext that we are forced
And with arrival little fortune, we are reinforced

We are guided by outside show
See wee the outer glow
And simple fall in life for greet
Hear no conscience and heed

This can be called opportunism
Very much contrary to humanism
Whereby we often resort to quick result
Put aside positive conscience that is inbuilt

"The wrong done" bits internally
And that does not help really
As we all know the consequences
And even console self by past incidences