Accustomed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Accustomed

Unless you are fame hungry
You need not worry
Some of the things are for public consumption
For social contacts and building good relation

Anywhere you go
The same air shall blow
With flavor and bad odor
You have to defend yourself for honor

Politicians do their job
And in time rob
Public for trusting so much
Their role is as such

We are fooled
And misled
In believing
What has been said for good living?

So don't strain much
As there is not much to teach
We are all accustomed
And have always welcomed despite not liking