With Gun Yielding Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is silver lining
Now we are defining
The importance of being globally normal
The global show is turning not casual

Every now and then
The natural disasters are heard and seen
Colossal waste of property
And deaths are to be counted by an almighty

The different names for cyclones
The global warning always shines
With impeding danger
Forget about losses and hunger

Each nation has secret plan
To become rich with whatever they can
Mining, killing at sea are all allowed
Destruction everywhere is followed

We weep but not openly
We discuss but disagree relentlessly
Many fishes have become extinct
Now human race is following with mad act

"Religious purge" new slogan
With single God in turn
Blood thirsty people with gun yielding
What else we are not adding?