A Completely Red Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The soil has turned completely red
It has so much anguish and pain to be read
How much more sacrifice and bloodshed?
What more you want us to be fed?

Is it not enough we have longed for?
Is the freedom totally uncalled for?
Are we not worthy creatures to ask for it?
Don’t you think we have all the rights for light?

Our children are dying each day?
There is no solution in sight or reasonable way
How much more bloodshed or price to pay?
Why world leaders have no hope for the bright ray?

We shall bleed to last drop
No amount of suppression can make us to stop
We are used to and likely to face repressive measures
The path may not be open but some way it assures

The almighty may pardon us for our slavery
We have fought it with exceptional bravery
How many of us were crushed under the feet of cavalry?
The humanity has never witnessed such orgy and rivalry

How much more we have to undergo such misery?
Why can’t they take decision and form advisory?
What will be ultimate price for its realization?
Is it not the shame or blot on civilization?

Our forefathers and almighty may question our wisdom?
What sacrifice and price we have paid for freedom?
Who were all responsible for our miserable plight?
No power on earth can take away our liberty with all their might

We may not live to see the bright sun shine
If we can, it may still be praise worthy and fine
Let the cause for freedom not suffer under suppression
There may certainly be the end for repression