A Moral Police Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not a single day is passing without any scandals
I have seen ladies beating with their sandal
they cry in market when unable to resist or handle
they show the way with perfect example

Dead become alive to put the claim forward
we have progressed a lot and can't be called backward
it is perfected to the precision
no loss of time with quick decision

For a benefit of single hair I can chop complete head
there is gong to be no anarchy if professionally lead
the people can be fooled with complete deception
we have mastered the art from the inception

What all these speak off?
we can only cry and not laugh
it is happening in every walk
it is widely spread and heard in talk

It has become routine part
we consider ourselves very smart
the life is dull without any cheating
we close the eyes and prefer no meeting

It is only dropp of the ocean
we have deserted the soil as true son
we have taken no care to unearth
though there is no shortage or dearth

We have not accepted it as evil
we have not termed anybody as devil
we have facilitated them and adored
they have gathered enough and stored

It is now inseparable part of our culture
we grab the flash and pounce upon like vulture
Even they express happiness after hunt
here only poor get hurt and bear the brunt

No area has remained t untouched
even forest wealth is indiscriminately torched
the wild life has come on the verge of extinction
we have fared well and earned distinction

Our cupboards are full of skeletons
it has spread in all the sections
we are on grabbing spree
the field is wide open and free

When are we gong to stop?
we a already on the hill top
we will fall down if we look back
we have put everything at stake

it is increasing on unprecedented scale
i is field day for the Whale
no one is there to point out or stall
it is invitation or open call

You get on well with the position
power and strength is very good composition
no one dares to challenge or compete
people are aware but there is hesitation little bit

No actin for economic offence
let thousand escape under judicial prudence
where is one innocent among culprits?
is there moral strength to celebrate it as feat?