Torn Apart Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nicely compared with human eyes
The wicked design always takes place
They try to cause harm without any reason
The jealousy is always there to go ahead in the race

The snake has venom
Human venom is witnessed seldom
It can be seen in language
And with deteriorating ages too

Individual laments in later period
When everything has turned ups and down
He feels jealous of others progress
The frustration is seen on face

Eyes can not tolerate prosperity
Of neighbors and friends even with no connectivity
It is their effort and success
Still we feel burnt on face

It is human nature
To feel concerned for sure
Even though that has little to do
With our own efforts to prove

Eyes are poisonous
Even worst than snakes
As I said this before
That brings us down or torn apart