Figure Out Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one but only mothers
Are clear losers
They have nothing but only tears
To shed in days to come with fears

They have threatened
To follow with same intention
To gun down many more innocents
And send to burial ground

I thought for a while
What should they be thinking meanwhile?
Since they are gunned down too
What will their ideology be and what shall be the truth?

How could youth be poisoned?
And simply reasoned
To die for no cause
I just dropped tear and paused

I figured out devil and good
Got near to be understood
When we assume the role of creator?
Why should leg behind the perpetrators?