People Are Strange Mysteries Poem by Md Mahim Khan

I've loved people, yet seen,
They feel no worth in it.
I've valued them deeply,
And they've found me weak.
I've drawn close to people,
Only to watch them drift away.

No matter how much I give,
They're never quite pleased.
Give a little too much, they think
I'm here to impress.
Yet, if I offer them nothing,
They think I've forgotten.

If I wish them well, they wonder
What gain I seek.
And if ill, they say,
It's envy I hold.
If I seek help, they think I'm down,
If I ask for none, they assume
I have everything I could need.
Ah, people are strange, wonder!