hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

No end


It is black snake
Real one and not fake
It will not bite
As it had meal after great fight

Snake is lying low
And will certainly allow
Everybody without concern
The frog lost life in turn

The huger does not stop
But for time being it is stopped
The stomach is full
It was completely successful

Rich countries take snake’s lead
Try for poor countries to read
Not their intention but real motive
Help and aid not need base but selective

Gold has been cornered
So diamond business to in hand
Textiles and insurance not far away
Oil is leaking and may find way

Provide them lethal weapons
They will fight the wars to win
What will they barter for blood?
Oil to sell and obtain the food

This may go on
Snake may eat but not gone
It may coil and take it easy
Wait for new pry to make busy

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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