One Bullet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

One bullet

One hidden bullet
And soldier becomes late
The life has ended
Good burial is offered but soul has landed

Keep burning enemy till an end
This signal has been sent
The territory has been the main greed
Not population or religion is the need

What sort of religion they believe?
One of the best religions that have
Five time prayers to god for proving peace on land
Brotherhood and tolerance should have been the only trend l

No it is real blot
When you are caught
In between for propagating against religion
You are providing arms to kill on people in region

Who are killed when attacked?
Same people who are professing and using same word
Pay the god for providing good relief
But o unfortunate neighbor, your mercenaries come and make their life brief

What shall you do even if you seize the land?
Where from you shall bring medicine it cribs hatred?
People shall still die as you may show no difference
The spirit of religion has left no trace and shown presence