Plight Or Hunger Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is not plight or hunger
People are burning with anger
With decades and centuries passing over
They have yet to find shelter or cover

They have no means to find square meals
Someone is there at the top to steal
Their means of livelihood
Their only hope to live nicely in the neighborhood

We have stooped so below
We can’t see others happy or allow
We thrive on coffers business
No worry lines even on face

They have enough patience to tolerate
They know it is futile on their part to relate
Who has time to care for human values?
Their only aim is to deny the legitimate dues

Even sun does not spare them from burning rays
They have to toil hard with hard ways
Their babies cry for the want of milk or food
What else is there to feel so good?

Yet they have lion’s heart
They stand erect and look smart
They have high respect and honor for others
Except few essential things they don’t have to bother

No noise or flutter is created
Babies are silently cremated
River washes their remains silently
They watch it go quietly

I will give full marks to their tolerance
They deserve all kudos and praise hence
Poor are not burden on anybody
They are pulling on this earth for somebody

We may err if they are under estimated
Their position is not understood and clearly stated
They need proper care and attention
If basic values are realized and needs retention

It is not plight or hunger
People are burning with anger
With decades and centuries passing over
They have yet to find shelter or cover

They have no means to find square meals
Someone is there at the top to steal
Their means of livelihood
Their only hope to live nicely in the neighborhood

We have stooped so below
We can’t see others happy or allow
We thrive on coffers business
No worry lines even on face

They have enough patience to tolerate
They know it is futile on their part to relate
Who has time to care for human values?
Their only aim is to deny the legitimate dues

Even sun does not spare them from burning rays
They have to toil hard with hard ways
Their babies cry for the want of milk or food
What else is there to feel so good?

Yet they have lion’s heart
They stand erect and look smart
They have high respect and honor for others
Except few essential things they don’t have to bother

No noise or flutter is created
Babies are silently cremated
River washes their remains silently
They watch it go quietly

I will give full marks to their tolerance
They deserve all kudos and praise hence
Poor are not burden on anybody
They are pulling on this earth for somebody

We may err if they are under estimated
Their position is not understood and clearly stated
They need proper care and attention
If basic values are realized and needs retention