Rise In Protest Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Rise In Protest
Rise in protest
My heart goes to weeping mothers
Who daily lose their dears?
Either by enemies within
Or by bombing to push help in
How many loose lives?
Who shall believe?
It is mad race
Just thrust upon unfortunate ones
At one side we are imprisoned
Or like animals cordoned
Another side friendly forces attack
We are constantly on run and check
We are fortunate too
To escape dragnet
And clutches of insurgents
Now we feel little safe at another gate
Local population rise in protest
This part is really acid test
We have nothing to survive
We shall need aid to live
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Local population rise in protest This part is really acid test We have nothing to survive We shall need aid to live