Ordinary Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ordinary man has no place in any country
Politicians and others have made it mystery
Daily once scandal is coming out from cupboard
Normal man is spending night on the road

Jhuggis (huts) are burnt so are the brides
Country is open to vultures and nothing to hide
No flesh can be extracted from swindlers
Only ordinary man suffers with peddlers

Remind them of their place in earthly khud
They must know and let the truth be understood
What to talk about public, youth or aged
We are all riders on same horse and totally caged

They can do politics on rotten wheat
Poor starve and can not have it or eat
Go downs store enough of grain
But only to disappear from gates called main

Why not we bar them from contesting election?
Why not they be charged and face with action?
Why not behind bar like ordinary culprits?
Same treatment and same punishment as deemed fit