What Hurts! Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What hurts

Saturday, January 6,2018
8: 28 AM

It hurts me most
When friends cost
The dear friensship
And keep me boiling

I hate double standard
When they words
Of double meaning
I believe in clean heart

I mince no words
And pray lord
For giving me good sense
To make others not to feel tense

I make real show
And deal with honesty
I speak daily
With same standard happily

I know my limit
But greet
People with
Tight embrace and warmth