No Manners At All Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No manners

We are meant to err
Perfection can never
So we are called human
Powerless men and women

Had that not been there?
We could have always feared
For life and journey
And sought protection from an almighty

Even though we always pray
And willingly toy
At His mercy
And submit daily

We may sometimes act arrogantly
Speak loud and not gently
Create scene for nothing
And behave as if not knowing manners