When hunger is appeased we can preach the merits of fasting.
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It is easy to preach fasting with a fully belly.
A fast is not a hunger strike. Fasting submits to God's commands. A hunger strike makes God submit to our demands.
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The Month Of Fasting
The month long fasting grants a meal a day.
Meals got before or after don't spoil it.
During the fasting you must be honest.
Be the marital life the month of fasting.
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People actually get sponsors based on the merits of the Cup, not on the merits of the sailors.
quote by John Sweeney
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Wanting, not the want is the cause.
Hunger for porridge, hunger for desserts,
Or hunger for wine makes one steal.
Hunger for shelter, hunger for power,
Or hunger for sex makes one steal.
Hunger dies not. So is the stealing.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Preach
cheating,
hating,
arrogance;
harassment, sadden
Insult, racism
murder, being disloyal,
all are hideous as well fatal;
causes conflict b/n people,
not to live in peace,
on our beautiful earth;
so every of you
my brothers, sisters
Fathers and mothers,
preach;
peace, love, faith
equality and justice,
For the sake of human
Not to let our world down.
preach, preach & preach.
poem by Anteneh Mekuria
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Desire is fire
Desire is fire,
That eats and dies.
Or starves and dies
And in any case it dies
As hunger does in fasting.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I believe that President Clinton considered the legal merits of the arguments for the pardon as he understood them, and he rendered his judgment, wise or unwise, on the merits.
quote by John Podesta
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X-ing Off The Days
(C.Gray)
You walk all over anyone who dares to be a friend,
Screen and yell because you deem them unenlightened,
High upon your horse you preach and preach and preach,
Love thy fellow humans all your filthy little creeps.
X-ing off the days,
X-ing off the days
I nearly broke my back as I was handing back for you,
Half the time was hell and half a waste of time,
High upon your horse you preach and preach and preach,
Love thy fellow humans all your filthy little creeps.
X-ing off the days,
X-ing off the days.
I do not know the answer to the universe I fear,
So drown me cold and go and find your perfect man my,
dear,
High upon your horse you preach and preach and preach,
Love thy fellow humans all your filthy little creeps,
X-ing off the days,
X-ing off the days.
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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I am not hungry
I am not hungry
Hunger is not mine
I am free from hunger.
Hunger is a butterfly
Come to it and welcome it
Wonderland you reach
Without hunger
You could not move an inch
And how you changed yourself
Hunger will tell
Wait a minute.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hunger Hunger To Worship
hunger hunger building up in heart
hunger hunger mounting building up in soul
hunger need hunger grows grows needs to be sated
hunger need hunger need to worship to worship God
hunger ache pain growing need to rush run to God
to rush back to God’s arms as we met in gift creativity
our souls are out back out upon swift flowing healing water
we are together carried over all all lighter darker ink water
we are together giving always giving love throughout time
hunger hunger to love worship universe creator our God
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Hunger
Hunger has no substitute and called as hunger
It is observed and felt even in anger
You need only two meals a day
But can't find a honorable way
It is narrated so nicely and gone
All good words said and not done
It is really curse and pathetic condition
It burns from inside and fuels the ignition
Nothing is seen or objected
All pleas for help is rejected
How can there be new ideas to be injected?
When person is hungry and angrily acted?
It is felt by poor and rich
It beyond everybody’s reaches
You won’t like idea if someone tries to preach
It is felt differently by each
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Born With The Hunger
Hear the coyote howl
He's found his pray at last
In one moment of weakness
The chase is over so fast
He celebrates his kill
No mercy in his eyes
When you're born with the hunger
The hunger never dies
Midnight is on the prowl
And I hear it call my name
Danger lurks in the shadows
But it's all part of a game
Until I quench this thirst
I will not close these eyes
When you're born with the hunger
The hunger never dies
You and I, we're the same
We both carry this flame
To depths of our souls
Once the fever awakes
We can never escape
It's beyond our control
We're both born with the hunger
Oh with the hunger
Temptation bites your lip
One kiss ignites the fire
So begins the seduction
As we succumb to desire
Your body aches for more
Why are you so surprised
When you're born with the hunger
The hunger never dies
When you're born with the hunger
The hunger - it never dies
Never dies
When you're born with the hunger It never dies
When you're born with the hunger Oh, it never dies
He celebrates the kill
You're born with the hunger
It never dies
song performed by by Cher
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The hunger
the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn
the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies
the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself
the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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To perpetuate is to exist
One’s thoughts spread, not on their merits alone,
But on one’s skill to perpetuate them.
Men grew great for their skill in perpetuation,
Rather than for the merits their thoughts hold
07.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Princess Insulted
The beautificaeous Princess
dulling and uxorious
candorfed to mumpy ump
in rinnegain of his
daring drain
Still not appeased how
she bellosified intonatiously
borogoves scaldoffin
the head no less, rightly
Whence came the gribber
the winchamp swinging by
terrophized crowdzes hurling
epitaths of condored mustard
Nonetheless she blintstered
the offering, blinstered the scacrifice
scarfaced the giver's trouph
since knot appeased her haughtzes
Alzis doneis, the endof
with gnaut to shove in
on or out but for with whomsoever
standing - dead salute nor I
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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The Outcast
It rained on and on.
The fire in the hearth had long died out.
Hunger grew,
Frustration raged.
Vultures swooped down to feed on flesh.
Half willing, half resenting,
Surrendered, rather Subdued,
Desire spilled over,
Waves surging past the log.
Passion spent,
Hunger appeased,
Purse strings loosened,
And silver coins tinkled.
Amply paid,
The toil not wasted!
The reel of Time unwound itself,
And the scenes, constantly replayed.
‘Exploring hands encounter(ed) no defence'.
Each day closed in smutty h(r) ut,
When the h(r) ut turned a slut,
She started to rot.
Feeble she grew,
Languid she became,
Body thinned,
Energy waned,
Ailments plagued,
And
Immunity lost!
Now,
She lives an outcast.
A wild flower, wilted by the wind!
A luscious fruit, blighted by the worms!
poem by Valsa George
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Residue
The wayfarer you must be tired now.
Here the inn to get a rest for a while.
Don't be scared, on your wearisome journey
there is no any weighbridge to weigh
your sins or merits?
Please do not look at me in a sarcastic way.
Yes I am a wrongdoer and I sleep with every soul
till the candle burns
as I cannot abandon my dreary inn
and who gives me the warmth in this solitary life?
Am I a waxwork?
I too feel thirst and hunger.
On the way if you have any doubt of leftovers
please do not hesitate to visit me again.
You are always welcome my dear.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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His Brother’s Keeper
By his paths through the parched desolation,
Hot rides and the terrible tramps;
By the hunger, the thirst, the privation
Of his work in the further most camps.
By his worth in the light that shall search men
And prove – ay! And justify each –
I place him in front of all churchmen
Who feel not, who know not – but preach!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Food To Cook
Food is a miracle from the One God who loves,
His followers obey him by declaring
A secret love of food;
The dinner appears to be forsaken
For love, and this we call fasting,
But fasting has been prescribed from Him,
And you are an eater of plants and animals,
So there is gratitude demonstrated.
This is a miraculous action:
A stop to ill-health has been committed
And a sin is now impossible
For those with faith,
For those with the love of food.
poem by Naveed Akram
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