Let People Shape Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is fresh path of discovery
The ceremony is blessed by almighty
Let people shape the destination
Elect the representatives and build the relation

Country has suffered
Even if lot more was to be offered
The politics has reached low level
The nation has to prosper and feel well

The mentality has lost its serenity
It is one of the lowest qualities
“The first preference is given to self”
The ocean has been depleted from treasure of shelf

Poor have no means to survive
The politicians enjoy and happily drive
Some stars come on stage and twinkle
They disappear fast with lot more to struggle

Let us hope some improvement is witnessed
Let everybody feel that goal is chased
Old system of corruption is shown exit door
There prevails peace and harmony with neighbor

Law and order is fist priority
Women must secure first safety
Basic facilities may occupy large concern
Let us wait and accept the slow turn