Much Against Will Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Much Against Will
I sent them in heaven
And driven homeless
To run for life and safety
It was for one name of an almighty
No one objected strict observance
It was his presence
That ruled our faith
And was to be with us till death
How can we offer prayers?
When our hands are covered with blood layer!
This is all done in the name of creator
The death is considered as an honor
Innocents are killed
Much against their will
While praying at holy places
They are killed with covered faces
Such philosophy can’t end
We know they are handful of hands
Misguided and funded
Their cruel method is openly lauded
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The sad contemporary reality so well expressed in this poignant poem! Agree with you, Mehtaji. Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad Apr 11,2015
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Ashi Ashi Pain is depicted beautifully... Leaving readers restless... Good work... 2 mins · Edited · Unlike · 1
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Charlene Jaramillo Beautifully written and the sadness remains! 😇 7 mins · Unlike · 1
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I sent them in heaven And driven homeless