My Country Bleeds

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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My country is bleeding to death, Daily we mourn the dead and lay wreath Could do absolutely nothing to prevent Blasts and deaths daily occurrences as if there are no more event Some people come on bike and strike with gun, terrorist emerge all of sudden and shoot for the fun People are caught in cross fire and go for the run What a shame on earth? Are we happy under the sun? Country’s existence and honor is at stake Still there is no unity and people are not wake No one thinks of humanity and survival is at sake How to mourn death and celebrate the occasion with cake? We expect many more such strikes if we remain discerned People and country should have more concerns Holy places are on hit list but who knows when? Danger may be lurking from all over then Enemies may strike when they are firmly placed in outside danger may be less but more from within, Keep them at bay and don’t let them assemble Sacrifice will not go in vain if enemy is put in trouble Rain water may flow on ground but blood will remain When blood is mixed with water it will not go in drain Don’t aggravate the situation by mere propaganda and refrain Save country from dishonor and never complain Asked not? What country has done for you or does? Only offer self and it may serve purpose Sacrifice is the only answer that lies with you You survive or die.honour becomes due Stop death game once for all and offer the peace best Stop orgy of violence and unwanted or needless unrest Come to the sense and deliver the rest Bad phase will be over if we stand the test Nothing has proved yet and enough is enough Strike at the root and prove little tough Let the enemy know, gun will match the gun Pride and honor to be preserved and not made a fun Will youth of today rise in arm and hunted enemy to be slained? Salute to brave people and warning enemy not to strike again Always ready to die by putting country first Attempt to flush them as crisis has become worst It is possible that you will be lost from memory Country may be burdened more with worry No one will remember who defended the honor it may be by all sections including minor or major It is not important how long did you live? It only matter how you lived and what did you believe So when it comes to defend the country? You got to offer yourself and make the entry Politicians always scrounge and people may laugh, Words may be spoken but may not be that enough Few rose petals may be offered by them and laid as wreath, Tears too may be shed when stopped last breath, What we need today is strong will power? Not many building and no high rising towers We should stand united and display strong will Defeat the enemy designs and go for the kill

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