Bull Fight Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Promises, promises and promises
Hollow words with all misses
Light free, ration free and education free
All this may lead to shed under tree

Such kind of people emerge all of sudden
As election time nears and tempo is highly driven
Each candidate dreams of becoming rich over night
The party may provide fund and fight

Freedom of corruption and travel around
The safe refuge is permanently found
Pension is for sure and all luxury
Who cares if poor die of poverty?

Huts are burnt in night
Illegal possession is given possession right
Few ruffians keep free voices under control
The riots are on with seconds call

How many innocents die?
The trials go on for no tie
Criminals move with immunity
Such is our free system and democracy

Holy temple is turned into wrestling ring
The mikes are thrown at to bring
The entire proceeding to grinding halt
Such people are never are honest and never at fault

It is like bull fight
With enough of fund with delight
Many millionaires may emerge
The country shall be worst managed