With Any Superstition Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is bad manner
For excuses to offer
Pass on blame
And then claim

To pretend pure innocence
With no essence
For no cause or reason
But simply to criticize a person

First of all you are following blindly
Then offering self readily
Falling in love with good faith
With sky promises to last till death

No future for such kind of artificial relation
As it falls short of lot many questions
They have reasons to depart
Leaving room behind to level charges and start

Never blame others but share
With faults and resolve to act fare
It so happens in day to day routine
We must adjust to live and feel fine

Live with your good wishes
See it has fine finish
No one feels bad or gets hurt
You are simply human and not expert

Rise and search again
This time not to face pain
Love to rule world with your ambition
With firm belief and not at all with any superstition