Nights Did Bother Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I died each moment
As I had no will power to comment
It might have proved me further weak
But I gathered the strength to speak

I had kept limited goal
Responded only to selfish call
Tried to extract as much benefit as possible
People might have thought about sincere struggle

Even though I had kept social service as pretext
I concentrated on self interest first
It was an oath to serve to the best of ability
Where as it had remained my false endeavor sans nobility

It was cleaver ploy to remain honest
Where as it was never a part as best
It was always shrouded with some aim
I shall not boost for it to claim

Nights did bother me so much
People had put so much trust
I was just treating them unfair
It was as if I was unclear

I would love to wind up
All my activities for good
It makes me uneasy many times
I have thought over it this time