Sweet Words On Lips Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We speak nice words
When fully comfortable with position and work
We extend cooperation and promise
Here after nothing works and it misses

We claim to be human
Talk of same freedom for woman
But act violently and discredit
Keep them in cage and consider misfit

We talk of peace but unrest prevails
We talk of no wars yet peace move fails
Thousands die daily in the name of religion
Why not named "peaceful zone" even single region

All sweet words on lips
That helps smile to keep
We go on searching only excuses
Whereas at hear it is only misuse

Man is threatened with life if talk little against
No good work shall be appreciated as best
Good people are gunned down in street
We bow down head in open and bend on feet