Suffer More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is virtual thought
And constantly fought
How much do we care?
And perform fare

I shall seek close stay
Never to go far away
Reside with permanent memory
And never to feel sorry

Such is your magic
As we all went for freedom music
You had gone into jungles
Armed with weapon like rifle

It was fascinated approach
To sacrifice for country and reach
Honorable position all over
Now we are safe with shelter

None cares
About others
Poor suffer more
But we all sentimentally care