A Move To Reveal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is nothing more to reveal
Mind is to act as vault and conceal
No willingness to for help and heal
This is problem and tragedy real

Humanity is on shame and there is deal
It is simple show of sympathy and not real
How long we will cheat our own conscience and soul?
Do we want to sleep in night like owl?

It may not get changed
Everything is simply arranged
The stage show is well managed
The thought demolition is on and raged

It is real pity
There is no continuity
There is no standardization in quality
It is mere show of strength and clear ability

There may be immediate gain
It may not be felt as pain
The vanes may easily allow thick blood to flow
W may shut the eyes and unnaturally grow

No one has time to think and act
We have lost even courage to react
We silently surrender to the ill wish
It may kill us from within to finish

Nothing changes except one’s own will
One can choose the way and go on to kill
Either it may be the core like thing or concept
We are not still live to reality and ready no accept

We have learnt to live with dubious distinction
We love and like the burning situation with friction
This can easily lead us to smooth passage for extinction
Let us not forget our own survival in question

No one can break the ice
If it is done then may certainly look nice
We are still left with nice fixtures
The world looks so lovely with bright future