Prosperous Country Is Our Ambition Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hope of new India is our ambition
We had dreamed it as inhibitions
Hoped to remain as golden sparrow
For better future and tomorrow

We have planned in haphazard ways
No one has right direction and emphatic says
All come with different opinion
Cast, color, language divide the regions

We want to assess what is happen on moon?
Where as we have no means to provide shed in noon
Millions sleep hungry and without roof
What else you need as proof?

Neither the sun has changed
Not the moon has escaped
They have remained our life and aspirations
There is not much needed for revelations

The nature has shown wrath several times
We have yet to pick its lessons sometimes
Desert witnesses snow fall and floods in plain
Havoc all over with plenty and excessive rain

What have we with us to feel so proud?
We can raise our voice and protest so loud
We have left no corner to be touched
Water has disappeared and alarming level reached

Let poor, with hungry, belly rise in rebellion
Send all power hungry and corrupt people to pavilion
The blood spilled on surface may speak different
It will be bloodiest and horrendous movement

I wish it not to come so soon
They have nothing to eat in noon
For two loves of bread there is murder
To how many you may ask to surrender?

The situation is alarming
National interest is at stake and harming
Nobody wants to adopt farming
Everybody is after glittering world which is so charming