hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 35,166 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Ungrateful Stage - Poem by hasmukh amathalal

Ungrateful stage

We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will

How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?

We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?

They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons

Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?

We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted

On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce

We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide

You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement


Comments about Ungrateful Stage by hasmukh amathalal

  • Rookie - 431 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (10/2/2011 12:13:00 AM)

    Will the nation once fallen I wonder,
    Be built upon the squander of past dues.
    As we lay in bed with luxury so accommodating.
    What happens when we can no longer afford to choose?

    Great Poem, as always you write the good ones, keep them coming. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 1, 2011



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