On The Line Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

On the line

I admire
The people facing fire
Undergoing pain and agony
When will end their journey?

I lose concentration
And break the nib of pen
I can't write song of celebration
When people live under suppression

Their voice has lost relevance
Peace has no chance
They lived happily once
Now life has turned into farce

What about their future?
Who shall ensure?
The future generation
For their beloved nation

Let more people die
But never leave the try
Not on the line of terrorists
But on the theory of freedom fighters