Ungrateful People Poem Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ungrateful people

Ungrateful people
Who knows nothing about struggle?
How come one part of the body is given away?
In body, they got to stay

Political parties played dirty tricks
They had no national policy to stick
In today's time, the appeasement and tolerance
Must find no place and hence remain with absence?

"Sons of soil" are cheated by politicians
They are dancing at the tune of musicians
Political funding, from outside, to disrupt harmony is flowing
The terror activities are daily growing

Soldiers are made target
Stone pelting at soldiers get top priority
It is paid work but army stands with caution
Retaliation may invite condemnation

Our hands are tight
Particular community is proving not right
There activities are called anti national
We hate this kind of people

How come we feed these people?
Help them in natural struggle
Provide them food and assistance
And still they express unhappiness

The neighbor provides all weapons
They pounce upon
Helpless people and threaten
This is how it has been turned into hell from heaven