One After One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

One after one

Creaky it is unbearable cry
Mothers weep and try
To control their grief
Their sons and husbands died without relief

It was deadly
With no thought given really
How come you kill your own brethren?
What is your religion?

What will you do to the people?
Wall you make them buckle
Knell down and pray an almighty of yours
But they chant with prayers

My lord, sweep the entire world
Deep in the sea grid
Keep them all under water
Till they change views or alter

Show them real heaven
Hell may be forgotten even
No one will offer them water
They will die one after one