Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Grabbers and Looters


Even though we all are stage actors
We still lack courage and need mentors
Politics has become an easy way of amassing wealth
Where as public has accepted the deterioration in moral health

You need no expertise mafia style of functioning
Any seat any where in India is available with auctioning
Such a well knit organization with yes men around
Indian democracy is suited to all and legitimately found

I have high hope for its success
Even though people are denied access
Judiciary has become long process
Fewer days for function and more days for recess

'Not guilty unless found and proved in court'
What can you term this procedure of any sort?
Can that be appreciated for lingering justice?
Where have gone all high ideals and promises?

Our forefathers dreamed of beautiful and strong nation
Based on equality, freedom and for neighborly good relation
What has it turn out to be in public eye and in general?
Will it witness downfall or go for quick funeral?

In general the political class has presented worst scene
Dignity, integrity and honesty is not apparent and rarely seen
Low standard of morality and unruly scenes are order of the day
Parliamentary norms are forgotten and temple status is thrown away

They have mastered the art of telling lies with no shame
Everything in their store to accuse others and pass the blame
Almost majority of the members are with dark history
They have the powerful system to their rescue not to feel sorry

Land grabbing and laundering of national wealth is common
Cut backs, commissions and shady deals are generally known
'But who will bell the cat' and bring them to books
They have power, money and muscles to prove powerful crooks

Life has become really hell for the want of effective control
No one can exactly say or assert who has grabbed or stole?
We are passing to next generation a scene of grabbers and looters
Gangsters, kidnappers, traitors and above all fear of sharp shooters

Submitted: Friday, November 09, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 09, 2012

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/9/2012 6:36:00 PM)

    Sabeen Rashid That's the reality, so grim and bitter.....told in verses so beautifully. You could put it across just the way it is. The rule of the law and public administration in our nation has been corroded so deeply. Can it ever be repaired? Desperately seeking a change, aren't we? ? : /: |: (
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/9/2012 7:56:00 AM)

    Even though we all are stage actors
    We still lack courage and need mentors
    Politics has become an easy way of amassing wealth
    Where as public has accepted the deterioration in moral health (Report) Reply

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