Slow Poison Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Slow Poison

Rating: 5.0


You are killing us with slow poison
We are helpless and find no actual reason
Why have you become such greedy persons?
Is it not the playing with fire and can be called treason?

Think about it and visualize the future scene
You may face worst kind of hostility ever seen
You will be forced to run in street with bare feet
People with throw shoes, stones and sleepers to greet

What has happened to you as (V.I.P) privileged people?
Why don't you think of common people and create trouble?
We are dying daily to meet the square meal for two times
You are wasting it on parties and throw it to dogs sometimes

We are still tolerant to pardon you for silly acts
But think when we may run out of patience and react
You will be wiped out from the face of earth
You will catch our feet for escaping the death

Millions of rupees you have been taken out of country
Yet there are no regret lines on your face and feel sorry
You are shameless creature on beautiful mother earth
Not even dogs may prefer to visit and forget about laying the wreath

You are sitting in sacred temple to protect us
But as of now you have lost your credibility and trust
You have no time for helpless and poor
Not a one percent of help reaches to their door

You have amassed billions of rupees
Assets remain unaccounted and no one can see
But people know you were beggar before joining politics
People are amazed to see your luxurious style and statistics

Your children study in foreign countries
Here we have no rooms to study and lack basic amenities
Not a meal to eat and no means to carry on studies
Can you suggest now any possible remedy?

You may die as mentally ill, patient and hungry
Leave behind countless jewelry and money
Not a single portion may come to you for any use
You shall die as dejected person so now choose

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Re: Slow poison (Score: 1) by vexations on Sunday, July 01,2012 (10: 20: 30) Powerful words.

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Allie Very well written* Every1 is responsible 4 the way they act* & every1 has a consiquence 2 their actions* I luv the poem* :) s

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leafsailor yes the time is drawing near, so you can feel it, a fine work of warning, well done and right on the money

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You are killing us with slow poison We are helpless and find no actual reason

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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