From Ground Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From ground



Let politicians talk of peace
Let them promise with promises
How can you on one hand supply weapons?
And on other hand beat the drum with song' heaven, heaven'

Daily mercenaries may strike
Terrorists may come on bike
Gun down people in street
And die death when meet with forces

'Find the place in heaven' it is assured
The life is measured
Enough money is given to your parents
So create terror and present

More fund for bloodshed
The forces shall be led
Bloody attacks with deadly arsenals
Only body is laid down not souls

It is well planned tactics
The approach is unholistic
Even though you are poisoned
And well reasoned

No amount of resistance shall work
No kind language will work with words
God is no more and not to be found
Remove people from the ground