Disperse Away Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Disperse away

When shall we have real home?
To live and welcome
Birds of various kinds
And with little search to find

We want nothing more
So make us no sore
We want green trees all over
To get us a shelter

As you have already killed
And exiled
Many of our generations
We are already on extinction

Without firing a shot
We are caught
In cross fire
And now no place is on hire

We have no place to take refuge
As everybody refuses
Some pick us on the way
Others fire in air to disperse away