With One Echo Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With one echo
We have to rise and forgo
For prosperity to grow
And only national anthem to blow

But alas! We have different tunes
Country is divided in zones
Language, religion and now cast
All are again on surface with no hope to last

We can and must give good bye
Honestly think and try
The division among people is not good
This must be clearly understood

Cast and color may take you too deep
You may not be able to withstand keep
About promises and vows taken for country
Then there won’t be any time to feel sorry

Give peace a chance and think
Let not a single country should sink
People should live with no fear at all
Land is theirs and remains so till they fall

No where we have come across
That religion has made you to suffer any loss
It is your faith and remains absolutely personal
Let us fix the aim and goal

If we are good to others
Nothing then should bother
We must keep on going
Till it forces us to do contrary or something