The Blood Color Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The Blood Color
The blood color
Thursday,11th April 2019
The red color
represents danger
it has lost its honor
we have gone too far
even though it's color is red
it has remained dead
in our vanes
our wishes are yet not defined
it has become useless
that can be seen on the face
we have become crooked
we are a gentleman on the face but inside naked
we kill human beings
and try to bring
cruelty on the fore
not feeling any sore
it boils not at an atrocity
it hots up nowhere at an injustice
it never shakes at the breach of promises
it smiles at the foe's demise
we are no more massagers
but mercenaries
cause so many miseries
yet call a "champion of humanitarian" activities
Hasmukh Mehta
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