A Tears For No Reason Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why do we shed tears for no reason?
When we respect no wishes of persons?
What is called freedom?
When we have used it seldom

Is it not called treason?
When homeland is engulfed with arson?
Everyone thinks of being son of the soil
But hardly may you find any one to toil?

Often peace has been strangulated
Unnecessarily dragged into and equated
Peace brings real happiness and joy
There prevails actual freedom to enjoy

The peaceful river is flowing on both banks
Surrounded by beautiful flower plants on the flanks
What a rosy picture when birds make magical voice?
Why do we create hell with so much noise?

How freedom can be curtailed or chained?
How can we be aliens in our own land and silenced?
Why so much hatred for brethrens on cast and creed?
Is that the indication of slavery that we are not yet freed?

What enjoyment we get when some one is stabbed on the way?
Is it the only reason that you too have been given same hope of ray?
You are not able to capitalize and pass on the blame to others
Or has it become the fashion of the day to create problem and bother?

We have colonized homeland as well as our own conscience
We want no progress with the advancement of science
We stick to the old theory of intolerance and hypocrisy
That is how we interpret the meaning of democracy

What are we doing to counter the hunger and poverty?
To what extent we are utilizing our capacity and liberty?
No satisfactory answer can be found with the fluent oratory?
We define it separately under the well suited category

It carries no meaning when we greet some one and say” I missed you”
It will be meaning to say “I missed to kill you”
There is love loss and no sweet feeling at heart
The ocean of hatred flows with all kind of dirt

Not all can be eliminated from surface of earth
Even if they are detrimental and not worth
We can have conciliatory path to influence their attitude
With change of heart only we can expect positive gratitude

No one is here to dominate or any body in chain
Youth is expected to remain vigilant and willing to train
The sounds may not be healed so soon
The time may come when we may really like the mid night moon