A Pain Of Thorn Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Oh, God I could feel the pain of thorn
I am at aghast to know how it could be worn.
The wounds all over and body completely torn
Was this the only thing when God father sent the baby to be born?

Anarchy, disbelief, injustice and torture prevailed
Fanatics ruled and religious practice curtailed
No safety for disciples and complete blockade
No hymns, no prayers and all congregations forbade

Was there any necessity for almighty to take birth on land?
Why did earth illuminate and bell rang on arrival with the bands?
Was it right signal for the mass to take a heave a sigh of relief?
Some divine soul was to take birth to strengthen their belief

How much we caused a pain and anguish?
We were hell bent upon for their life to be finished
We did not see kindness and love for mankind
On the contrary we ignored the teachings as blind

Thousands of years later still I feel the same pain of wound
I cry over each place when touch and find
Why cruel treatment was meted out when you were very kind?
Why all appeals felled on deaf ears and were rescinded?

Certainly they would have been most feared animals
Who would have definitely resented the divine spirit’s arrival?
Hell might have been let loose and terror unleashed
The earth might have turned red with lots of bloodshed

You bled all along but did not flee
You were for them an inspiration like big tree
You wanted to see whole world happy and free
Many still preferred to be blinded and refused to see

What have you left behind us as golden heritage?
Beautiful life to be lead happily in each stage
No room for complaints of any kind from true disciples
Simple ideals neatly woven and based on principles

Not a single word against wrong doers and torturers?
“God forbid them from doing it and turn into believers”
They are all human and forgive them for what they are doing
Spare them for completing their sins and prove later on something


I understand no logic behind
It is forget and forgive of natural kind
No one reacts to the bad things in bad way
This is what we have been taught to keep away

Tears drops from my eyes as I try to memorize
Endless sufferings perpetrated and organized
How could you endure such a pain smilingly?
Here we are not prepared even to share happiness willingly?