Always Won Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am struggling
As the thought is troubling
What am I and who am I?
I think sadly and rub the eyes

I normally do not give in
But definitely pin
On the origin of thought
This way I am never caught

I take nothing in mind
Even f someone was unkind
Did insult
Without bothering to consult

I mind nothing
As it is felt like salt like thing
It may aggravate your wounds
People may put little by little to remind

It is part
If you not then people may start
Cause you grave hurt
And then leave the scene or depart

I have learn by experience
Not once or twice
I have move on and on
And finally won