Father Of The World - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
We are no longer "father of the world"
Inhuman treatment to us with sufferings untold
No special treatment for feeding entire population
As if we are unwanted with their relation
We are wholly dependent on weather and rain
All of sudden the sources go in drain
Heavy rain washes away the standing crops
The snow also doesn't spare us from its drops
What do we ask from our fellow brethren?
Only Little sympathy for our concern!
Our children suffer most of the education
As four walls of class room lead them to suffocation
Whether proves cruel and so the sources
As if entire nature has turned against with force
We look towards sky with helplessness and remorse
As we are left with no other course
We turn to nature God for help
Nothing turns out in favor or held
We shorten our life by taking unwanted steps
Unheard in civil society and fall in tap of ill fate
How many farmers have died so far?
Not out of natural death but due to unlucky star
No package for their survival or needy measures
We all call them "son of the soil" and loved treasures
I feel hurt when hear someone commits suicide
What might have compelled them for short cuts to try?
Is the suicide only way to address the problem?
We need to take the liberal course and set them
I wish them all success in their endeavor
They are indeed our modern savior
How much struggle they face for our need?
We got to hear them despite our unending greed
I wish they are comfortably placed
All their needs are met with precisely traced
If they are not happy and remain poor
We may find ourselves running from door to door
Comments about Father Of The World by Hasmukh Amathalal
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You