I Curse No One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am sensible
Unable to face troubles
Mind is very much shaky
I course no one

It is making me weak
No strength to speak
As I may be lacking
The courage for asking

I hope to get no cure
As there is uncertain future
That speaks of blind curves
I think and hopelessly observe

I do not believe in lies
But mind flies
In fanciful approach
To perform as such

I come across
And feel at loss
About people
Who try to ditch and land me in trouble

I try to find refuge
But fail as people refuse
Safe entry
Much to my dismay

I sincerely try to overcome
And hopefully welcome
The trend to face
And forcefully chase