An Idealist One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

People call me idealist
When I vehemently insist
Encourage people to come round
See them and their condition on the ground

The human suffering has no end
They are willing to go up to dead end
If peace is to be rally found
And life can easily go round

For name sake also we care nothing
We find so much of gap in everything
People are murdered in day time
The children are molested sometimes

Let us not think of poverty and condition
They are used to live with level of deterioration
Only sky or earth can come to their rescue
Who has the time to think of them and view?

Some of the areas want real peace
They are worn out and live with no ease
Daily attacks on their lives have become routine
Some of the areas witness famine

World can not feed them all
Yet we need to respond to the call
Some of the countries are really dong well
After all people are not to live as animals