Light On And Off Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I give my heart second chance
I miss beautiful moments at once
They do not create any ripples
As my own countrymen struggle

Their huts are bombed
Their womenfolk are raped
Their children are abused
All basic liberty is refused

I love to sleep night time
I consider it as good time
I sensible man for self
But I need to render help too

Does the overpopulation bring misery?
Is it the cause of illiteracy and poverty?
I think both are the causes responsible
We, black people, are still in trouble

Natural resources are depleting fast
The forest reserve has almost lasted
Drought and scarcity of food is main factor
We are on earth real loser and debtor

I put light on and off
I even can't laugh
When my brethrens are in plight?
How can I feel so right?