Try Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must tell lies
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and stand wrongly justified

If so, then it should not be regretted
If so then life is certainly not to be equated
Any time it may bring down your empire
No man will be left with you to admire

You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied o self and unable to flee

You won’t know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You may remain most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon pounce up on you in this mad race

Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left with age
If you can alter the remaining cycle
You can still avoid the future troubles

Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live behind to perform unfairly
They may fail to understand that time is short lived
The real values of life must be believed

Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will be spoken as futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far

No time to go back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
Ego has now to wait for saying good bye
It is still time to make good try