Dear Prime Minister Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You are head of ministers as prime minister
But at home only an individual as mister
So much loved by brothers, uncles and sisters
On this very special occasion, I sincerely offer

Happy birthday to you and thousand cheers
Wishing you many more happy coming years
As living in India has become costly and very dear
We have apprehensions on all fronts and deadly fear

We were poor earlier and nobody applied magic stick
We were lifting mud, sands, goods and bricks
We never had problem of food, cloths and shelter
But all of sudden it has made impact and scenario is altered

Not all people want to remain in shameful condition
“Poor and down trodden” pinches as an missile question
We are removed as poor with one stroke
No one had dreamed it to go in thick smoke

Our land is forcibly taken and turned into moles
Wide roads, heavy industries and light polls
Happy scenes all over with heavy cut backs and gain
We have nothing else but to bear the pain

You need no worry about our fate
You have seen it from roots very late
We are bound to suffer as you have no stick
We may die on the road and some one may come and pick

You are honest and sincere and sometimes calm figure
It may be hurting your conscience some times later
But alas! Power hunger is worst than our stomach hunger’
It may not allow you to smile in any stage of anger

You said once “you are compelled power politics”
You can’t take stern action or use the stick
In politics friends friend is considered an enemy
If you don’t practice it then whole of scene becomes stormy

You follow the principle of free economy
Have dialogue with neighbors and pacify the enemy
Beware! You will be dumped as good man
Will blame of inaction and turn you as villain

We are poor and agriculture state
Don’t try to be unreasonable and seal the fate
Economy or no economy, people should survive
Peace at home and front but honesty see and strive