At Any Cost Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

At any cost

No, no, don't let down
It should be flown
At any cost
In country's most parts

It is our honor
To die for
Any sacrifice that is demanded
And ordered

Life we are not sure
It can be accidental death or crash in air
It remains same but impact is different
You are called "son of the soil" and hero at present

It is no war but people are dying
The peace is not on despite best trying
The waves of attack don't stop
We are crying wolf on roof top

Both side people die
No one bothers play
Honest broker's role
It is needed as earnest call

Let freedom be not that bitter
So we fail to alter
The hatred that has existed for long
And we have added many wrongs