We The People Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I dream about a holy land
Where only live the friends
No foes, no rivals or greedy people
But only people to be called simple and noble

I wish the country to grow like tree
Where people find food in abundance and feel free
A shade to heave a sigh of relief
And even in diversity a bond of strong belief

Free justice to all and opportunity to grow
Enough of care and rivers with water to flow
No fight over rights but duties to care
I wonder for such place but to find where!

I wish the poor to be taken care of
But others are not neglected either
A place to live in like sacred land
Where hymns are played with musical band

Let morning be aired with cuckoo's melody
Churches, temples and mosques with name of almighty
Where day can rise with bright sun shine
Whole day to pass with struggle but to feel it very fine

Enough to eat and enough to feed
Where millions may smile sans greed
No lust for extra land and bloodshed at all
One voice from all to face and to prevent the fall

I wish to lead a march of hungry and desolate
Millions more with one voice to relate
Their participation in praise of mother land
Allow us to raise empire on solid sand

I wish to be buried along noble dead
Whose ideals were understood and read
I wish them all to sing in praise with peace
Let my all countrymen enjoy and live at ease

Color, cast and creed may try to divide
But let all them to unite and confide
Against any onslaught of division
This may then remain only our mission