General Explotation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

General Explotation

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How can you change world’s established order?
Is it not that we are on extinction border?
Do we not face complete annihilation from face?
Is there no competition or simple mad race?

Whole world depends upon total exploitation
Each one eats upon others one by one by rotation
If this is not done by nature then there will be an end
Not a single inch space will be left to stand

Sea life depends solely on killing of each other
Small creatures are killed by their own mother
Big whales make their meals from small fishes
World doesn’t end for them as sea is full of riches

Life is fast replenished with the arrival of fresh
Thus cycle goes on with eating of their flash
Fresh induction of sea life gives them enough room
There is no depletion or decadence of gloom

On land wild animals kill weaker ones
Strongest definitely survive in safe zones
It is how cycle is repeated endlessly
Life goes on smoothly and ceaselessly

Rich robs the poor with the might of money
In real life it thrives and doesn’t look funny
We may talk of tall order but surrender
Can’t resist the temptation and wonder



Smaller countries are bullied by rich nations
They fear of reprisal and maintain the relations
They talk of liberty and champion the cause of freedom
Give a call for uprising and commit the pledges to redeem

They have narrow national interest in their mind
They search for lame excuses and try to find
How to bring them under their complete sway?
So they don’t have and authority or complete say

World can’t be bowed down by simple logic
No cohesion or compulsion can do any magic
Only persuasion and help can change the scene
Permanent stand off may lead to no loss no win

No nation will barter their national interest
They will try to opt and find out the best
They can be forced or brought to compromise
Help in crisis with firm commitment and promises

Even Almighty has shown favored the rich
Poor are kept at bay and out of reach
They suffer at the cruel hands of fate
Help comes to them not at crucial stage

We may learn it at later stage
It will be beyond control to manage
No one will come to our rescue and relief
This only strengthens or firm belief

We may survive and manage the onslaught
So many miseries it has shown and brought
We need to learn more and not to be caught
What else we can do except to accept?

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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