Oh! Onion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have forgotten to test
Though you were cheap and best
Any time I was in position to cry
You have lost your charm, why?

Why all of sudden you have become celebrity
Is there improvement in your quality?
Do you think you are in formidable weapon?
Make us cry and push to death like serpent's venom

One of the poor men’s best companions
The so called name given as onions
How long will you compel to shed the tears?
Will we have to undergo burden and fear?

It has disappeared from the market
I have decided to forgo or forget
The name as such of onion
Though it remained the poor men’s diet as true champion

I would love to curse all those
Who have courage to hide it and dispose?
Snatch the food for their greedy wish
And pushing the persons to perish

A rare commodity now beyond reach
We have lost moral ground to preach
We have no soul left such to search
I can forget it as commodity as such

The democracy has become a biggest joke
Much legislation are passed and ordinances invoked
Poor watch helplessly and stand as provoked
The scenario is changed as everything is smoked

You have independent judiciary to safeguard interest
You have freedom of speech and serves as best
You are called master of destiny and luck
Still they are all out for your blood to suck

You live in wilderness as people come and rob
You wonder in world without having job’
You have nothing else to do except to rot
Still dream for shine after proving a blot

How many may be gifted with little fortune?
How far they will be fortunate enough to remain in tune?
Do they fear that their bread will be snatched one day?
If the person in street is pushed to commit in wrong way






I would love if it is declared as unsafe heaven
Where all wrong doers escape and enjoy even
Those hands which are meant for public good
Can successfully snatch slice of poor man’s food

We will be on path of successful march
It will be biggest show of deception and can be called as farce
We may succeed in concealing the naked truth
Everybody may feel pinch of salt when tongue is pressed between teeth

I can only pay almighty
To give them little sense and shower the pity
Think, what would have happened?
If the life span was never threatened