Over Decades
No one has counted dead over decades
Yet it is compulsion to resume the trade
'It is life line and must' diplomats argue
'Peace is above all with trust' we too feel it is due
How long a shell will come and hit?
To the soldiers on border and greet
Take away life for humanity to curse
What else to do when it is needed for peace?
Many more may die in future
No one is certain about it or very much sure
Borders are silent but under illusory calm
One more spark and may cause greater harm
I shall weep for centuries along with new generations
Good sense may prevail and new era may start for good relation
Not a single soul must be lost and bodies be left as unaccounted
Great amount of efforts may be pure thrust and to be amounted
I am tired of this blood shed on my surface
How can I bless all when grief is seen on the face?
Forget about calm borders but situation within
At such alarming stages that it can hardly be called as freedom's win
Soldiers die on border, farmers' suicide on local front
Whose theory we believe, digest or simply confront?
Why poor suffer for the want of two square meals?
What are we all enjoying on the name of freedom deal?
My surface may remain red crimson with blood
Sometimes I may witness deaths due to flood
When will I have little respite from my lovely children?
Can any one say including sons of soil, saints or politicians even?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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