Remains Concern Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Tribal’s are clashing
Flashing
Guns
And run amok

It is for easy money
For oil and wealth certainly
Some people have taken to piracy
Others are on killing spree

Children carry weapons
To win
Bloody struggle
And in turn bury people

It has turned as hot bed
To lead
Powerful force
Fighting to gain resources

We express regret
As they will not let
Other people to mediate
But die and fight

They have nothing to gain
But shed tears in vain
How can in best way try to explain?
For us concern still remains