Inhuman Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Inhuman

You are like lovely tree
Named beautifully as "Sushri"
Sounds as so respectful
And pronounced so tactful

Hate no one
If so, half world is won
You have flown
With strength of your own

But as of today
We are going away
From human values
And turning blue

No place is kept for poor
Or nice relation with neighbor
Even nations keep boiling borders
And always exchange live fire

Many innocents die
And leave homes behind and flee
No peace and death rains
This causes pain

Humanity is lost
Barbarism is set
On one side nature has turned cruel
Nothing is going well

What do we set in?
Simple moral is to be seen
If we can't help anyone
At least cause no trouble

*Sushri: - name of girl