Want To Be Rebel Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I want to be called rebel
With most dreaded label
To fight for cause and excel
Just survive in world to tell

Why my pen does not break down?
When I hear woes and pain unknown
How many perish in day light bombing?
And how many disappear in combing?

Nothing comes out that easily
No enjoyment also if that comes readily
We need to enjoy hard earned freedom
Such joy is experienced seldom

I right with fierce language
Even though feel the burden of an age
But I want no one to be bonded in cage
I wish to rewrite the struggle on golden pages

Our own brethren killing sons of soil
When I hear such tale, the blood definitely boils
I wish to take up arms and fight
Without then looking into wrong or right

Crime against women is on rise
This pushes me into Dark Age with surprise
Did we dream such stage with promises?
Was our blood shed to earn the curses?

No one may answer all these questions
There is upright thinking in relations
Of late there has come so much bitterness
We find hatred and cruelty on face

Let us not forget our forefathers who did sacrifice
Took us to down road and long way with safe place
We are not pledging ourselves to the wishes of downtrodden
Poor remain poor with so much of the burden

What do I wish to write in their memory?
Express helplessness with regret and sorry
This causes me great concern and worry
I shall loose no moments in hurry