Nice People

They believe they do no wrong
Hence don't wring hands in exasperation
They believe they follow righteous laws
Though they don't understand them
They think they speak the truth
And count the ways in which they love
They swear by God
And hum and haw the plaintive tunes
They touch every feet
Yet doll up slights and miseries.
They pay the shrinks
To explain away human nature
With complexes,neurosis or hysteria
Because they are too rich.

They follow social orthodoxy
Along with golf club memberships.
They have time to shop,and dine and dance
And cringe when un-nice people
Come knocking on their doors.
They are always suitably dressed
On birthdays,marriages and funerals
And look down at lesser beings
And find fault a dime a dozen.
They have prayer on lips
And condemn
If they deem 'required' !
They say all the right things
All the time.
Yet pounce on the guileless
For a wrong word or
even an hideous crown !

They call sweet nothings- love,
then go on being inconsiderate and cold
Their worth is by their 'good behaviour'
And promptly forget to see
Goodness reflected by others.
They judge themselves by vices
They don't use
And when they sin, they exclaim
'How foolish I am !
And not- 'Lord,I've sinned'
They measure and give as they receive
And sometimes if they see it fit
Don't give at all.
They count the ways in which beloveds hurt them
Yet not stop and listen
Whenever their beloveds groan at them.
They think they are good
from toe to wobbly brains
I think- In this age of thinning hair
Their Halos are on too tight !
If at all Almighty decides
To sprinkle some magic dust on me
I pray, let me remain- awful
And true to myself
With all impunity !