Serve The People Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“Kill him, kill him at once”
Do not give him any chance
He is not from our faith
He must be done to death

I was in morning prayers
With fresh mind to the service of creator
I heard” the heavy voice
I had to run for life with no choice

There was hell lot of fire
Bullets were sprayed to deter
People gathered in congregation
I wondered to think about any relation

It is worship place
Where people visit from all the races
To seek blessings and happiness
I found madness with wrong chase

How could people fire at such place?
What was the reason behind in any case?
If He was supreme father to all
What was this mad fanatics call?

I wished good counsel from almighty
As it was not me alone to feel pity
It was pure directive from creator
“Serve the people and survivor”

What were the faces of dead body revealing?
Eternal peace and no more concealing
As they were under the safe refuge
Life was no threat but alas! They were refused