Tide's Turn - Poem by hasmukh amathalal
I feel abandoned and rejected
As I restrained myself and never reacted
What would I have benefited out of it?
Nothing! As they would have declared me insane and unfit
In both the ways I was looser
They always said’ eggers are not choosers’
Either I had to cooperate in their evil design
Or silently withdraw and resign
It was great harm going to be done
All my great efforts and work was going to be in vane
They wanted to hoard the grain in draught
I had very laboriously collected it and brought
Many families were to be provided food grain
As there was scarcity and no rain
Large chunk of areas were severely facing shortage
It was very difficult to manage
I feel like to cry in open for colossal waste
The poor and hungry are without any rest
They get nothing to cool down their belly
The food is wasted but still not considered silly
There is no one to cry along with me in open
There is no way left to insist upon
All have been gifted with thick skin
No one cares if poor dies of bad feeling
God has gifted us with enough to eat
If we fail as human then we are totally unfit
What else can be termed as shame?
Whom else we can pass on the blame?
I can do nothing as simple countryman
The life has become cheap and mean
We want others to suffer at our greed
We have enough to last and are able to feed
Farmers are committing suicide
The gulf is increasing and becoming wide
I wish I end the life instead witness
How can I see the plight on my face?
I lament countrymen’s apathy
They show no courage and sympathy]
Why tyrant’s and hoarders can’t be shown the doors?
When country belongs to them and blessed for?
I must rise and resist
Take along many to insist
If country can be saved from further burning?
It will be worth taking chance for tide’s turning
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