Let Him

Man is wicked animal Performance is always dismal With no more useful contribution Life is presented with confusion There is no contentment Always down with heavy movement Greed is in blood vanes Always ready in direction and stares Few noble people can be found Even if you on hunt on ground They have become instinct and rare Everybody is happy with self indulgence and care It is good to look after self first The family too needs good trust You got to prove excellent at home Then only doors are open elsewhere for welcome No one burns fingers for loss Then it shall definitely pose A big question about usefulness In family, circle and with wild chase So it is good phrase To be used in any case “Man is human by error” Let him have his honor