The Large Congestion - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
I am no more a kind person
Most dangerous and dreaded with unknown reasons
I think of selfish world and feel little sad
The poverty days are making me mad
Why hunger makes me to act like wild animal?
Why people openly profess it as natural?
I sit down in corner and think
Are these enough reasons to sink?
Who has the time to go through good books?
Who has time to go in sacred places to look?
Pray for well being and shower of blessings
Somewhere something good is missing
People often comment “It is materialistic world”
I feel it as irrelevant and develop little cold
What is good to look at if there is no desire for happiness?
Why whole mankind is running after with mad chase?
Ask the hungry man how does he feel?
He will helplessly reply” it is Almighty’s will”
If I can kill a person and have food
I shall perform that good too
How desperately the thought has driven a person?
It should not favor or any mention
It carries hidden message with big question
Let world be cautious over large congestion
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