Dynastic Rule Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We may love to have dynastic rule
An outdated theory to keep people under thumb and make them fool
Living in the age of divine rule and only right
An inheritance came naturally without any fight

King’s son will become king
Joker’s son will always remain in ring
Singer’s son will always sing
What else we can think and bring?

Good surgeon will make his son doctor
And actor family naturally an actor
Everybody is after finding a mentor
No one remembers almighty and creator

Who can make whom and for what?
The easy way is always kept in mind and thought
You can't make human being a human
Even if you belong to a family of noble man

What if I turned out to be a criminal?
Create scene of terror on arrival
Many records on my name
What more good anybody wants claim?

These are all rotten ideas originate in mind
Some of them materialize and respectfully find
A person is well contended with fulfillment
He has everything to rejoice without any comment

How many may be reaching at happy end?
Everybody is dreaming and having same trend
Yet one must strive hard to reach to the destiny
The goal may still be remained an illusion for many