A Lust For Shine - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
What has blinded us from fake shine?
Illusory shows to attract and convince fine
Eyes too stare at deception and agree
Not willing to come out of it and feel free
Wild animals too leave the share when their stomach is full
We never stop even there is calm and prevails lull
Coffer is never filled and desire is growing unabated
Whole world is after it and ceaselessly debated
Human values are on decline and has taken deep low
Religious fanatics have surfaced and we have allowed
How many innocents shed blood still not followed?
“No” surrender to Almighty’s wished and vowed
Humanity is on wane and we stand helpless
Tears dropp from eyes and shamelessly witness
All blood on earth still no regret for wrong doing
Animals are better than us as human being
We have declined all good appeals
They look unrealistic and stand repealed
The words do not heal the wounds
What else can do magic or look sound?
Mind is bogged down and flooded with thoughts
The war is ceaselessly waged and fought
What is ought to be and not to be ought
Not a single way of salvation is sought
We live under constant fear
Agony, pain and anguish to bear
No flow of water from eyes to fall as tears
We have lost the sympathy to address any one as dear
We will never feel satisfied or contended
Mind will never think of prayers to be attended
No outside noble thought will get free entry
It is open call to invite the gloom and misery
I do nothing to shed tears and watch at the roof
It is helpless tendency to lock in room and stay aloof
This apathy on the part of gentlemen steals the initiative
No thrust is aimed at improving the situation and looks subjective
It is wake up call for all intelligentsias
To work on solid basis without any bias
This can be holy gift from almighty. Messiah or priests
Only rightful attitude to follow and insist
Almighty never wanted shame on humanity
We were sent here with fine quality
“Live and let others live” was to rule the land
No foes or adversaries if not possible to make friends
Our next generation may ask us relentlessly
What steps we took and worked on ceaselessly?
What thrust was maintained to keep sprit alive?
What you left behind for us to believe?
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