Such Ruffians Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I witness hooligans
All people’s representatives
Waiting for chance to represent
Their votes in favor or remain absent

It is holy temple
Where sit the representative of people
For welfare and need
Totally committed sans greed

Gone were the days
When country had happy ways
Absolutely like golden sparrows
Where sun shown with golden rays

We have mafias, murderers
As our representative and care takers
Country and people are forgotten
All are after spoils and wealth that is ill gotten

Their motive is known
The country’s interest is thrown
Into dustbins as garbage
Today’s incidence is blot on page

Can you imagine about the gangster’s act?
Who really takes away life of person infect!
One member sprays harmful gas
Another draws knife in chase

No country can afford
Such ruffians or lords
Who claim to be our leaders?
We shall think twice and never surrender