Cheaters Have Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Say not what you do
But say what you intend to do
That no one may know your ill will
With harmless tongue surely to kill

We have mastered the art
And made it as inseparable part
Let people go to hell
But you must fare well

Life may be short
But you always wait at port
Some innocent travelers may visit
Your mission is over and that's it

You have sweet tongue
So is the beautiful language
You can deceive people at ease
So never speak it to me please

I shall spare no time
To fall prey sometimes
Yet you may not withdraw
And try again and again to show

Even otherwise it is known to all
They become cautious at a moment when you call
But you have serpent's charm
And that can cause enough of harm

We still run behind you
You may succeed with few
Your day may shine
They may test the pill of quinine

Certain people always thrive
Enjoy their kill and peacefully drive
Cheaters have always upper hand
Where blind people are ready to make you friend