Only Poverty Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love thee and country
That is form of divinity
One can always feel proud
And say it loud

You might have all the means
Yet you can't win
The hearts of hungry
as they need no words but intimacy

Love people as much as you can
Remain always their fan
contribute your share for upliftment
This shall be called real movement

Country or nation is above everything
It can bring
Stability and harmony
Only if loved by many

It demands respect
And honest acts
For the welfare of all those
Who have no option to make choice

Feed them with basic requirements
They need it at present
You may have all the amenities
But they have seen only poverty

I said so
And go
By same standard
For action in words