Great Fall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Country matters less
Politicians create mess
Public go berserk
Dogs openly roam and bark

Who cares for soldier's death?
How many times we want to lay wreath?
If attackers are our brethren
It adds to worry and concern

If they are bandits
Let them befit reply
Meet force with force
Root out the evil source

Young people are not meant for hunt
They can't and should not bear burnt
We have to use them for services of motherland
With love for country and act as people's friend

Let us not merely pay for their deaths
They are our hope and faith
See that their families are not left with begging bowls
If so, it shall be nation's sham and great fall