Hold Breawthe Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hold breathe



First let the call come from within
Their resolve to fight and win
No more falling in false hands
No more rivalry and many dead

No more dictators are needed
Advice ahs to be heeded
Whole of continent is facing drought
They are now simply caught

Who knows about their plight?
But situation is tight
Book harem and Sudanese pirates thrive
How come they are going to survive?

Thousands are killed
Many are jailed
Children languish in streets
Rain short fall is definitely felt

Land has completely turned barren
Holy land has turned into hell from heaven
People are starving and nearing to death
We hear only to hold our breathe

You come across warring factions
Induction of more and more weapons
Guns fire people run for shelter
How many millions needed simple care?