Unaccounted For Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Unaccounted for

The river flow is blocked
The water is stocked
For irrigation and consumption
Love finds no place for resumption

Millions of rupee goes in drain
"To make more money" is the only intention
Let country go to hell
Who cares about poor people?

What for is the race and cast card?
Couple it with atrocity murder word
See the flood of unwanted people on media forum
Discussion is held that doesn't concern them

Some of them claim to be champions of poor
Where as they have money uncounted for
They move in luxury cars
The socialism is miles far

Only cast and religion card plays
Everyone is trying to raise passion and stays
Not behind in race
The peace and stability has lost its space