No One Stops Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who will read your bullshit?
instead kill you with strong fist
who cares for what you are?
unless you are shining star

who has time to read other's work?
When it is not conveyed properly with words
Not suitably placed in proper perspective
Or subject matter is selective

I read and re-read your views
So full of negative thought
That spoke of nothing
But only selfish things

Everybody knows about world
And it has been repeatedly told
Still people commit suicide
Down in sea and hide

No one stops living
Or stops faith and starts believing
It is simple course
Whether you live with happiness or curse