Golden Sparrow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Past is not easily forgotten
“Golden sparrow’’ the country was known
The gold has been taken away
Even “peacock throne” remains part of crowning glory

With non-violent struggle
We were freed from all troubles
The people became supreme
The land gained freedom

The politicians tried for strong hold
The game was witnessed by whole world
The vast size and natural wealth blinded them
“Loot as much as possible” was the theme

“Scrape the power system” Father of nation confided
But country, on the cast lines, was openly divided
Many states tried to regain their old status
The country’s integrity was threatened thus

India faced hostile countries in neighborhood
The vast population migrated for the safety and food
India was divided in two halves
But forgot international norms to behave

Soon the fanatic tribal invaded northern part
Indian army forced them to flee and depart
Yet some portion remained under their control
Today we are bleeding, obeying international call