Of Human Value Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Rose flower is crimson red
Very beautiful
Even adored on dead
Its importance is well read

Even rainbow seems elegant
With inclusion of all colors present
We are all for praises
But how to neglect blood color and face?

Freedom fighters face death
Face the bullets with last breathe
The country earns respect
For their sacrifice act

But what about innocent people's killing?
The sky is raining
Deaths
With blood spread over on earth

I keep silent and calculate
But fearfully relate
The negation of human value
Is there any one who can sincerely view?