Pardon Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Pardon me
Tuesday,31st Aug 2021

Pardon me, God
for creating a problem stuffed with the load
for creating no safe road
and live under the fear of the sword

I regret my being a worthless human
who has taken no care for your creation
rather created a weapon of mass destruction
and generic warfare induction

you created beautiful earth to live in
we created a chaotic condition
you showed forgive and forget
we let the tactics of human beings let down

what shall we rule upon!
where there shall be no existence of humans
no fresh air and clean water
rivers shall never flow with pure water

what kind of world we cherish to live in!
in which principles do we believe?
Does lord creator have dominance all over
what kind of fear do you want to generate?

you have weapons to destroy earth several times
but no medicine to control human crimes
no magic to eliminate poverty
but time for the last time prayer to an almighty

why do we have time for genocide?
why do we not have time for people with aid?
why do we make them flee their homeland?
I see no road open to end their misery

Dr. Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt