No One Can Make Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
No One Can Make
How come someone enter here and loot?
How come we become cruel to shoot?
Our own brethren
And add concern
What are we doing even today?
Not caring for freedom gained in different way
We are adding bloodshed
And in groups divisively led
We are sea pirates today
Butcher of democracy in any way
Have nature not gifted enough of treasure?
The golden sun can shine for ever
No forests are left
There is complete shift
Lawlessness is another name
Let some God's messenger come again
No one can make open loot
Unless we allow them to foot
On our soil and dictate term
Let us show to world that now it is our turn
How come someone enter here and loot? How come we become cruel to shoot?
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4/23/2024 11:19:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello poet Hasmukh Your poem opens our eyes and gives us something to think about. I enjoyed, Loyd