Human Relation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

"To dig one's own grave"
Nice attempt to behave
One should be called brave
As he can claim little sense to have

It is order of the day
Everybody wants to have little say
For nice effort in bringing down the tree
As we have liberty to pull it down free

Kill a person and get bail
Commit the scam for facilities to avail
Cause the pain and trouble the innocents
Enjoy the life and never resent

This is what we are doing today
In the name of progress all the way
Majority of people suffer and only few enjoy
Lead the life in luxury with almost decoy

Bread and essential commodity has become rare
Two square meals now no one can dare
It is called luxury to dream and have
Men in street have nothing more to crave

We are calling for revolution
Spend the time in passing the resolutions
It all remains in paper
People are on rampage over distribution of water

Who will bell the cat?
Where is enough to eat?
Grain rot in open
Naked eyes can see it even

We are free and democratic
Depend on figures and statistics
Millions die daily of starvation
Little aid reaches on the name human relation