Except More Deaths Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Where have you all gone?
What wrong have we done?
Why can't we hear your sweet melody?
Has any harm been done by somebody?

Heavy clouds too are not seen?
As if darkness may prevail as scene
It may cast gloom over beautiful land
If you don not shower with full force as friend

I see long and vast tracks as barren
There are no traces of trees even
The land has developed big cracks
The future seems to be bleak and at stake

More ever there bloody in fighting
Precious lives are lost in inciting
What are we fighting for an example?
Is it fight over freedom or aimless struggle?

Africans are on killing spree
Peace lovers and haters are on run and flee
The country is turning slowly into graveyard
Only locals must rise and stand on the guard

Outside help may not help and improve
The time is running out and they have to prove
Scores of people die over for keeping control
World watches helplessly as no one responds to the call

Draughts too take heavy toll and openly curse
People starve and have no time even for remorse
There is shortage for grain and relief
Weapons are available in plenty to our misbelieve

Sea pirates rule the highway on seas
No aid can reach there safely as free
You can openly witness and feel the lawlessness
The peace is the only way and option for us to chase

Let our brethrens there be spared of agony
They are short of everything including money
Every year they are faced with natural wrath
What else can be faced except more deaths?