With Dead People Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With dead people

No country survives
If it lives
With dead people
And respond to no appeal

The country sleeps idle
With no enthusiasm for poor people
No bread and peace
But only worry to stay at crease

It hardly matters
When everybody bother
About own bailey
And prosperity

Such nation
Can hardly provide inspiration
Someone has to come forward
With sincerity and promising word

How can you claim "my land is holier than heaven? "
God wants to come and stay even
Such place is so dear for us
And instills faith and trust

"To glorify land" is my aim
"As part of people" I claim
Allegiance and firmness
To see cheers on millions faces