Army Performs Skilfully Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have set under tree
To make sure and feel free
Of any bondage and attachment
This has made me sad with resentment

I smile with love on face
It pains me from inside with deep disgrace
How come I present my self so easily?
To the world with hate really

What do we present to world?
As human being the story is centuries old
Many great people took birth on lovely land
Served people and departed with long memory in the end

We advocate being peace lover
But later on turn out to be great hater
We talk of durable peace and harmony
But spread venom and add to misery

Army perform skillfully the patriotism job
We witness role of how they are being robbed?
Martyrs have been forgotten
Many leaders thereafter appear all of sudden

Who has voice today for poor and peasants?
Are they happy and satisfied at present?
Their plight and painful story reaches to nobody
May commit suicide and end life everyday

What have we to do with art and culture?
When our belly is unfilled and waiting for coffer?
Can country afford the pleasure of being negligent?
Our chamber is fully occupied and can afford space to be absent