Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 413,573 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Kill, Kill And Kill - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

Kill, kill, and kill all those
Who are in this locality and dispose off
All their belongings and loot
The crowd from near by area had come on foot

We all were threatened and very much afraid
They had chosen night time for raid
We had everything here including beautiful home
It was doctor's house and named as always 'welcome'

Father was known figure and medical practitioner
He used to help down trodden and was good listener
He provided free medicines many times for the poor
Such was father known as will never show door

The crowd was carrying burning torches
They saw father at the door from distance of an inches
'Go back, go back' shouted the leader
This is home of our beloved doctor and savior

We were all moved by this kind gesture
We were shivering and taken over by fear
The riots had broken out over small matter
The loving people had turned arch haters

Father has served that locality since years
Inhabitants were poor and were hand to mouth earners
The doctor's fee was never a problem
People were served well and taken out of troubles

I remember him as her dear daughter
He was not a doctor alone but loving father
I used to shiver with little thought of that dead night
What could have happened to us if had not gone right

I decided to serve people from that day onward
I understood that peace was the only option to look forward
We are only human being and always subject to decay
Why propaganda and untruth should make us to be carried away?

Humanity has still not died away and rules supreme
Sometimes help come in unexpectedly in extreme situation
We all are children of same God and need protection
Why to shed blood in streets instead of improving the relation?


Comments about Kill, Kill And Kill by Hasmukh Amathalal

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/11/2012 8:15:00 AM)


    Kevin W. Flinn very commendable sentiments
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/11/2012 4:15:00 AM)


    Oke Joseph lovely piece.... U re a blessing
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/11/2012 4:14:00 AM)


    Queeny Gona Helping hands are always better.
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/11/2012 2:59:00 AM)


    Nightowl
    Riots accomplish nothing. But people still riot for reasons they deem reason enough. They make no sense to me - after the riot is over and folks have calmed down life usually goes on as it has, and nothing has changed, except for those murdered or brutalized during the riot. A thoughtful write, a fair bit frightening, but like they say, the hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it. Life is a risk no matter where you live. Nice penning. tfs
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/11/2012 12:28:00 AM)


    Kill, kill, and kill all those
    Who are in this locality and dispose off
    All their belongings and loot
    The crowd from near by area had come on foot
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012


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