No Praises, Earn Them Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No praises earn them

No freedom and liberty
For those who suffer weak mentality
Know nothing about value and worth
Their life is like living death

We sent them abroad
To learn and later on to hare load
But they made us slaves
With their different behaviors

Our own people kept us in chain
And maintained
Edge over our ignorance
And ruled with dominance

Media play dubious role
And call
Debate in national issues
That has no relevance

Hostile people are invited
Pure politics is played
Someone argues and another man counters
Just they earn praises and suffer too