Two Hands To Kill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Our glory of past
Now disappearing very fast

Who knows about civilization?
About peaceful relation
Co-existence and tolerance
All missing with essence

We shall stay fanatic
With all misplaced basics
The creator is one
Yet we may stick and talk of none

How can you be so cruel?
With two hands to kill
The hands which are for help
You are insulting with slaps

Who will rush to you?
When pass through
Calamities or natural disaster
They are all there to alter