An Assassin's Bullet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?

Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise

Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race

Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days

I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity

All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?

We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness

I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?

I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?

Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter

Who has generated hate campaign and ceaselessly maintained?
Why so many bodies lay scattered all over as stained?
What does it speak of natural understanding and true religion?
Why is it spreading its wings in other regions?

We all express true allegiance to written words
We inherit the substance and look forward
As whole world lay before us for embrace
We critically ignore the fact for the gloom to face

As we stand on the brink of disaster?
No solution is sought after
We have reached zero tolerance
No possibility is expected in near future hence

There will be rebirth of another messiah
Who will bear the burnt and lay down the life
We may then lament the fall of star
What otherwise would have been achieved without war?