Excess Or Short Fall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are scoundrels and selfish
Leave the things half finished
Give false promises
And makes unpardonable misses

Take cases of any field
What kind of position we hold?
We are shamelessly told
“The people are same and so the world”

Go to hospitals
You will find daily new arrivals
With no proper treatment and available wards
We have nothing but only lip service and sorrowful words

Go to schools and evaluate the education system
The people, who are architect, and suppose to run them
Teachers are either in their fields for work or teaching elsewhere
Which system we call as fair?

The law makers are law breakers
Mafias, the drug paddlers have weakened them with lucrative offers
Everything is available under the nose of police
Is there anything more to surprise?

Poor take the spurious drink
Farmer suicides after writing note with ink
The rain god shows displeasure
Either with excess or short fall as closure report