Tough Rules Must Prevail Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Where are we heading?
Who is really leading?
Are we in safe hands?
Who is real foe or friend?

The same questions come and rock
We are running now out of stock
People are fed up with scandals
Ladies are ready to beat them with sandals

“No shame” they feel
All credits they claim
Lavish entertainment even in jail
Poor man wonders about treatment they avail

Politics has become real profession
Everything is in hand with concession
Politicians grab not only fertile land
But push country to debt trap at dead end

There is no death penalty for rapists
There is no talk about fight and feasts
Inside the parliament and inside the government
Everybody claims to be naked saint

Sages have turned great smartens
Not less than any film villain
All kinds of misdeeds have come to light as women mongers
We worship them as god’s messengers

There is no let up anywhere
It must stop somewhere
Tough rules with no exception
Fear in mind must prevail since inception