Nothing To Fear Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have nothing to fear,
All wants to come near,
Good will they want to bear,
Try to show as if they are dear,

I am son of politician,
Very clever and tactician,
Rich and powerful only companions,
Controlling all including unions,

All this led to my arrogance,
Adding to fame and elegance,
Prefer to keep more distance,
Not to be seen in public and have a glance,

All pray and submit to rising sun,
So I am believed to be promising son,
Qualities of politician should form my basis,
Nothing should be read or form part of thesis,

Politician’s son may become politician,
So may be the case with clever musicians,
Craftsman and artists can’t produce artists,
Politicians have qualities to hide culprits,

All machinery and police force at command,
Things easily available simple at demand,
No one can raise finger and blame for fault,
Even money disappear from strong vault,

It is thriving business with no control,
Even commit crime easy quick parole,
Influence work with possible fear of reprisal,
They don’t need evidence or appraisal,

My father might have been good,
In previous birth and offered food,
So as result we enjoy and throw,
All our glory with pomp and show,

No college, no degree or education needed,
Only self honour and pride conceded,
Not feeling bad at insult and shame,
Containment of hatred and sharing blame,

So this is business no one can master,
Money may flow even with speed faster,
All is needed from people to muster,
At the time of selection they serve as caster,

I need to groom under his cover,
So to succeed in list of fewer,
Prepared to take false oath and vow,
Learn all tactics to escape how?