With Dishonor - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
The path has become long and unbearable
All common men are in jittery and with problems
With daily commodity prices soaring
Life has become hell and completely boring
It is easy to die than to live
No faith to keep at heart and believe
Poor man is forgotten and left to fate
No more good news can come even late
It is their plight
They have to guide the flight
Both the sides are tight
No choice is given to go left or right
Day passes under hot sun
No option open other than to run
It is difficult to make two ends meet
Where is the time to ask for others and greet?
They can take care
But do not know how to fare?
Life is proving difficult
Each one has to face the insult
Life has offered only pain
All energy goes in drain
Not enough is paid for labor
Identity is at stake with dishonor
Even dogs have better treatment
Rich take their care with happy moments
Who else is there on earth to ask for welfare?
No place to have safe stay or take shelter
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