14th January
! 4th January is called here as Uttrayan
Tilting of Sun from South to Uttar (North)
The position of sun will alter
The days from now onwards will be longer
Sky will be full of kites
The slogans will be chanted with full religious rites
Whole population will be on roof top
The kites will be flying non stop
Billions of rupees will be spent on kites
Many birds will loose their lives
The loss of human lives too from free fall
Religious fever with all advices to receive unheeded call
It has witnessed age long tradition
Old or young take part without any reservation
Festival of great fervor with message and joy
Open for all irrespective of anything to participate and enjoy
Not in many parts but in some of the Indian parts it is known
The Chinese are believed to be originator with tradition to own
The favorable wind bring competition to the climax
Complete holiday to spend the day with joy and relax
The climate change is linked with the festival
The spring also coincides with its arrival
The winter may be losing its grip from here on
The hard climate may soon be forgotten or gone
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Papper Birds
Kites ate
Flying...
Birds are flying...
No different
For birds
With kites...
Kites also
Paper birds...!
Birds also
Breathing kites...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Used as kites, these rigid stable aeroplanes are superior to the very best cellular kites I can make; they are lighter, pull harder per square foot, attain a greater angle of elevation, and have fewer parts.
quote by Lawrence Hargrave
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Meanwhile
outside the children fly their kites
meanwhile
we stand here by the side of the railings
meeting the
winds of change
tell me, what is it? what is it really?
will this be forever?
will this be the last of what we can
give?
will this be
simply kites?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Poet of Legacy
the restless children run to the higher ground as the kites flying to an open sky
under the clouds, clouds which are so eager to shell shock them with a friendly
turbulence, which would make the kites, spin around haywire. the tall grass has covered
most of the old battlefield, which was once witnessed thousands of young lives perished during the World War 2, protecting the nearby port from enemies of the east. my father was one of the localities who fought the war not only for his country but for the ambitious imperialist from the west, as well. most of his comrades were killed during the battle and it was actually the beginning of the new era, a new ruler, under the ‘red sun’.
my father was captured and was sent to the infamous Changi Prison as a prisoner of war.
he survived the ordeals, which many could not have managed. today, i am the legacy, to continue the gallantry of a man who had lived throughout the manmade hell bravely, not with weaponry, but with brain and pens, writing poetry. i’ll be the poet; many poets would envy. i’ll be the poet; many readers would want to be. i’ll be the poet; many women would like to see. God gives lives to my father, to have me be born, and to continue the legacy.
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Society's Relief
my country is rooted to the
sultanate tradition,
one sultan and his children
and four wives ruling a
territory
those that block the way
are beheaded,
though not really that literally
in the modern sense of
my world, they finally name it
a dynasty
of political warlords and
rag and drag leaders,
one must know the word kowtow
the figurative language of toeing the line
and fidelity or else
fatality, somehow, in my own little way,
i think, there is a need for relief from
this secretly hated tradition of
putting power to the few
families over a long, long time
like an old classical novel
of War and Peace, and somehow
i like to go on the
Color Purple midway between
Fiddler on the Roof and
Gone with the Wind,
my mind bloats and i become a daydreamer
of sort, detached from reality of
abc, to xyz, i do not quit,
i continue dreaming for change and relief
i travel to America and
Canada, meet some friends, and get to
know how they are doing, flying kites
and rolling snow balls, and chasing rainbows
so to speak,
after all is said and done, i come to the conclusion
that i go back
in my country and meet the Sultan again,
missing me, his long gone
son.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remain among
Along with the rest
Today is festival of lights
We shall celebrate it with joy and rights
Complete home will be illuminated
Well decorated with clean walls and pained
Whole of country is in jovial mood
Many in remote parts may be without food
Curse the crackers sound as cruel joke
Dream is visualized in thick smoke
Poverty is inherited with his blessings
Life is short of something and missing
Some are blessed with sun’s light
Some may be sleeping on sky’s dark delight
It has nothing to do with festival
They have definite message on their arrival
It is sincere wish to cross over to sunny side
From dark to bright even though the gulf will be wide
Millions of rupees may be spent just on big sounds
Sky may be lighted with sirens and star rounds
It will be filled with only smoke and gas all over
Poor may be watching it on ground without any cover
It has nothing to with somebody’s good fortune
They have everything an d delight it with favorable tune
Poor man’s belly will develop only cramps
H will sleep empty stomach much to the light of our lamps
If some of us can ignite little hope for future
Assure them of little hut as God’s creature
Some respect to assuage feeling and little care
He may surely be delighted with complete star
It may look ridiculous to advise or suggest
But it is long drawn battle and simple quest
If we can walk along with the rest
All the festivals and crackers may sound very best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Climate Change Converts
After eleven years as Prime Minister it does seem quite strange
That John Howard the ageing politician is talking of climate change
But this after all is an Election year
And of losing the top job is now his greatest fear.
For eleven years warnings of climate change he chose to ignore
But climate change has become an Election issue as never before
Howard the climate change convert on combating climate change now leads the way
On climate change he has become an instant expert and on it has much to say.
His opponent for the top job Kevin Rudd is a climate change convert too
It is amazing what an Election can do
To the climate change realist voters they are trying to appeal
Of climate change suddenly they make a big deal.
The ideas of the climate change experts Howard and Rudd now embrace
As their moment of truth they are about to face
The climate realist voters they are trying to appease
But try as they will not everyone they will please.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch you hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone
And still the days, the lonely days go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
Well my fickle friend, the summer wind
That old summer wind
Talkin' 'bout the summer wind
The summer wind
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - they went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
song performed by by Westlife
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The World Where You Want Me To Live
the day you met me
you claim it is a beautiful day
blue clouds, cool green trees on the meadows
some mountain mists hanging still like dreams
you ask for my name
and you said you will like me on that beautiful day
you want me flying kites on the wind
i flew kites with colors
you want me to run with you on the soft grass
towards the sea where the breeze plays some games with the locks
of our hair
i obey with a smile and always cater to your wishes and dreams
whatever wherever whenever you feel like going and doing
you ask me to tell stories
i tell you stories that please you: fairylands, prince and princess in the
castles in the clouds, and you really like me, you want me to stay
i cannot.everything are lies.you are a lie. i am a lie.
we live on what pleases, we live in a world without pain.
it is not my world,
i live in the world of pain, this darkness for years, and this
you must know
all these are what please me, this world that you do not imagine
this world that your mind thinks
does not exist
i have long accepted, i am human
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Kites Fly
Russians were always friend
Kept their promises till the end
Whether friendship treaty or otherwise
They have kept words with promises
I witnessed arrivals of jaguars
They were flying from very far
Landed first at near by base
It was nice to witness the chase
Indian air space is to be considered as holy scene
Never to be violated and ever to be seen
Countrymen look towards warriors and brave
Let enemy now watch their move properly behave
Countries near by borders are to be watched
Their intention is to be repeatedly searched
Not even full proof system may grant protection
Our brave soldiers and airmen may prove it with their action
I have observed Russians like best among best
We can trust them and line with them at least
Country owes so much in debt for noble gesture
Country was at peace in past with secured future
Love the way friends react
Judge them by words and their act
If we are safe and secure
Countrymen too can feel very much sure
Let kites* fly in the air
With enough of superiority to look fair
I was with the force as man of air
What a way to feel 'where eagles dare'
I salute to the friends and men behind machines
Their future and country's fate too shines
Let them perform the way when devil approaches
Sky may be the limit when it tries to reach
*Kites are referred to as aircrafts*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Price For Our Greed
Human Beings have invented computers and walked on the moon
But the Planet we live on we are trying to ruin
The greed of our kind may well be our downfall
We are not as great or as clever as we think we are after all
The natural beauty around us is for us all to enjoy
Yet the Planet that feeds us we are trying to destroy
Due to our carbon emissions the Polar Ice Caps melting causing sea levels to rise
We who think we are clever are not very wise
'Tis mostly of the economic depression we read of and hear
And climate change is something we do not seem to fear
Due to pollution the climate is changing from north to southern shore
Yet the warnings of Nature we tend to ignore
Global warming giving rise to climate change and it seems sad to say
That the price for our greed may be huge for to pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Love Spring
I love spring
Spring is new
It’s new blades of grass
It’s rain on a lass
It’s violets and rain
It’s a wood-scented lane
It’s a new bird song
It’s days growing long
It’s a tree in bud and puddles of mud
It’s birds in a tree and buzz from a bee
It’s kites in the sky
It’s spring. That’s why
I love spring.
poem by Mohammed Rashid
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The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I remember in 1968 when we were in Cannes, in the festival, and we were supposed to be there 10 days, and the second day the festival collapsed because the French, you know, film-makers raised the red flag in the festival and ended the festival.
quote by Milos Forman
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Cold And Hot
The history of our lives waves its wand,
The storm so telling of religion is unleashed.
We are exactly measuring the wealth so spent
By those who wet entrances into the climate.
It is a climbing nature, the weather is cold
Sometimes, but then again hot;
But the climate stays with us.
Any rain will write us into debt,
Told by the one who owns money.
The history of our lives has caused
The weather, and this I tell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Sun Always Rises In The East!
Hard working bodies are sculptured,
To withstand various harsh weathers,
Standing under the hot sun, cold winds,
When the unpredictable climate not kind.
Human, who are exposed to physical challenges,
Getting themselves many rings to secure strength,
Willows do. When they get aged, millions of young,
Human strive hard to be full of power, but still agile.
Birds that fly have the tougher muscles,
Animals that run and are active, tussle,
This life of cheers and sorrow, full of puzzles,
Be kind to the people who are dear as drizzle.
Million dollars may worth a lot, we can't resist it,
Having the fear of losing millions or thousands,
Is not the reason to test and torture the youngsters,
the money has no power to obtain the love and care.
Be brave to face the obstacles that are kept on your path,
Young adults, who are working hard under strict rod,
You are all full of hope, desire and strength to be the masters,
To replace each and everyone who try to emulate their forefathers.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.
quote by Lewis Mumford
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You May Gain
Hitler dared to win world but failed
Napoleon attempted but harvest could not be availed
*Sikander the great had to withdraw despite being mighty
Such was tragic end for them to fail and face the misery
Many had dreamed earlier also but no one would
Rule the large people as they planned or could
Something prevented them to serve the noble cause for good
Many perished due to long wars, starvations deaths due to food
Why do we have such thrust for bringing world under feet?
Is there no other way to bring people under one roof and greet?
Give them whatever they want and allow to breath free
Lots of fruit to eat and comfort under the open sky and tree
When we have been provided with beautiful earth and good nature?
Why to worry about domination and complete capture?
What purpose will it serve when we all have to go with bare hands?
Rich or poor, mighty or weak, even same treatment for foe and friends
Just have few minutes to think in peaceful atmosphere
It may surely lead you and show the place there
There will be complete solution to all your queries
When you may think about futile path to go on and carry
What and even with what cost you may gain whole world?
When world is not going to remain with you and turn cold?
What even if you gain whole world and loose the soul?
It will be utter failure and shame to respond to foolish call
Just surrender to thee wish and ask for mercy
He has whole world to give you as almighty
No condition attached to and with full authority
You hold it as long as you can with ability
You may have eternal peace in mind to enjoy
Whole world will be at your feet and still no one to annoy
Light emanates and surrounds your body with message
Path is open for everybody irrespective of age
* great warrior in early times*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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