For No Concern Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

All unconscious Indians cast their votes for no concern
Politicians offer, color T.V. Sarees and some money in turn
Of course some wine bottles to enjoy and go with
Finally to crush the tongue in between teeth

Neither the souls bartered at once can raise voice
Nor can they be reminded with all heavenly promises
Rain may pour any time in five years and dreams may cherish
Nobody may survive to see the roses before they are finished

Democracy here is for scoundrels
They have mastered the art and excelled
Very fine refuge on the floor of house
Fine oratory under the disguise of acting mouse

“It is for gotten” for, by and of the people”
No resistance means absolutely any trouble
Counter offensive in case corruption brought to light
Whole machinery at work to defend wrong does and fights

Crores of rupees wasted on their luxury
All benefits for them passed in hurry
Not a murmur or vote of dissent
Not a single member on that day was absent

How much wastage on food front?
Poor die of starvation but can’t confront
Farmers can’t stage protest or else fired
Complete system sands exposed and tired

Everybody at high level is expert in constitution
Express full faith and allegiance in institution
Not people but we are supreme is only interpretation
We are defender and custodian is only repetition

You may be on run very shortly
So far you were treated courteously
Now you will have protest continuously
That may dig the grave ceremoniously

You will be honored posthumously
For your greed and errors committed seriously
We can show the doors with forced exit
If you don’t come to sense and insist