Real Services Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real services

Not lip services
Or hollow promises
Shall serve any purpose
You have to make choice

Service to motherland
It is considered as holy end
Where one sacrifices life
And declares no fear from edged knife

No fire can destroy
No bullets can kill inner joy
It is selfless emotion
That stands for the devotion

Pen speaks for peace
And life to be spent at an ease
What must it emanate from ink?
The ideas that may prompt you to think

So write with purpose
Not with intention to suppose
But with commitment to poor and downtrodden
Who are well prepared to make it real heaven

So inject The real fact
In the minds of people
Who not only shall stand united?
But well prepared and indebted