Total Sad Demise Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India

Total Sad Demise

Rating: 2.8


It is dead song now and carries no meaning
We used to rejoice at their reversals when not winning
The British Empire was slowly loosing its hold
Each territory was claiming independence from their fold

We thought foreign yoke was blot on our motherland
They had come as traders and pretended as friends
We forgave them for their territorial greed and trade
But can any one ell us where are we today before memory fads?

As foreign occupants, they cheated, looted and even ruled
Today our own representatives have lied and fooled
Where the poor men in street and what are are they dreaming?
They curse their past sacrifice and wish old tyrants for home coming

Not a single place we find where they have not laid their hands!
Not a single individual we find who has not grabbed a piece of land!
Who knows how much wealth they have deposited in foreign countries?
Poor find no bread for square meals with enough of plight and miseries

Can we take pride in claiming as true democratic people?
Are we able to shape the rules despite being able to?
Our mandate has become guaranteed period to misrule
No restriction and counter checks to force their way or curtail

People may find end to their patience
Still some time is left to come to sense
When nothing is left to eat and cloth the body
They will only be left to the mercy of somebody

Each and every politician is claiming some reward
Let people go to hell but he needs in kind and awards
We wished foreigners good luck when they departed
The locals are forced on us and they will never be parted

Rules and regulations are made mockery of the system
Judiciary and rule of the laws are of laughing stock with them
Freedom speech means accusation in every direct without basis
Like mad bull roaming in street with no means to chase and emphasis

We take oath under the name of religion to cheat
Spread hatred and lies so people take to arms and fight
What else we have done to glorify our past sacrifices?
We feel shame to remember past glory with total demise

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 02 December 2011

Ishbel R. Dec 2,2011,7: 45am EST Interesting... I read an article today questioning British aid to India at this time of recession and hardship in the UK. The article outlined just how much of our aid is being siphoned off by corruption and how little of it actually gets through to the poorest people. We seem to be assisting those who want to upgrade from a Bentley to a Rolls Royce, but seem helpless to help the needy. delete comment hasmukh a. Dec 2,2011,8: 22am EST britishers were praised after their departure. some of the top politicians at that time wanted to approach them for ruling the india again. today we face worst kind of tyrany reply to this comment delete comment hasmukh a. Dec 2,2011,8: 20am EST Elizabeth Plaza Yes... There's sadness in the eyes... Some still even hear the cries... Shamed and hurt within democratic lies..,18 minutes ago via mobile · Like Mydhili R Varma Excellent! 15 minutes ago · Like

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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