Dirty Fish Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I bow down my head
As others fail to read
I only know about guilt
For years I have built

It is improper shield
That has certainly built
To give protection and hide
And successfully confide

Now it gives me no comfort
No peace of any sort
It makes me uneasy
Life becomes not rosy

I have everything
Yet I miss something
What is real message?
To whom should I address on page?

What to speak about?
Countless actions and thought
That never stopped for a while
Meanwhile I had walked many miles

I had no time to look back
Yet so much was left behind as stake
Life was not loyal and can be called fake
I was one of the dirty fishes in the lake