I Cease To Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I cease to be called a human
If i act as nuisance for man and woman
I shall be called infidel
As it is not ideal

What do I search for?
Simple hatred uncalled for
Bloodbath and gain for silly cause
I wish and pray for such life to pause

I push aside friends and foes
Who cares for where the love definition goes?
It may come and go in its own way
I must have full answer and sway

I do not want to be friendly
I do not want to help even needy
I want my own way to be steered
I shall be at their heart mostly feared

I should be most hated
With devils to be equated
Kith and keen fully alienated
All should board on the the ship likely to be ill fated

Will this approach help in future?
Will I be taking it for sure?
We are in way acting different today
We crossing each others way