No Soul With Poets Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No soul with poets

I am Asian poet
With feet not firmly set
Yet I talk of freedom
And liberty that is experienced seldom

I show my pictures
With different poses
And show white teeth
For people to follow with

I feel quite amusing
And forcefully go for refusing
Such trend and jokes
About serious matters at sakes

Many countries face starvation
With less food production
And no latest technology
In wheat production strategy

Despite hunger and backwardness
We take it not on face
Struggle less and claim more
World can't not help anymore

The poets have no sharp pens
And use them as weapon
Against dictators and terrorists
But submit to the atrocities