A change to witness
The world is changing fast
No one knows when it will last
There is no concern for proper food
But anxiety for disappearance of wood
Where is the poverty to be seen?
Everybody wants to be millionare and very keen?
No one wants to be left behind?
All billionaires and no poor to find
Human touch and value is lost
We are at pains to find its cost
Poor are here and rich also here
Same sky same air then what is to fear?
All norms are changed
Money exchanged skillfully and arranged
No one is caught accepting the bribe
Still we call ourselves citizens and not tribes
We are in primitive stage
Not grown with environment and age
Out to destroy basic values of life
Cutting the throats with sharp edge of knife
What have we gained or mastered?
Innocents are killed and slaughtered
Not a murmur or whisper is heard
Everybody is suspect who grows the beard
What is the compulsion behind to ferment the trouble?
Why life is made intolerable as water bubble?
Who knows what will happen next?
When nothing comes out of it as best
Do the high rise buildings appeal?
Does any wrong thought stand to be repealed?
Do we have any sense to stand for moral value?
Will we take it in real terms and prove very true?
No one is against any broad way of liberalization
No hatred against functioning of any organization
Is it creating suspicion in the minds free world?
Why mighty nations are dragging feet and developing the cold?
We have seen enough of blood on land
Still it rages on with clear stand
We may perish but do not succumb
We can be ruled but not with the rule of thumb
We are unsecured despite having arsenals
Truck loads of it are pumped through tunnels
There is unrest and people do suffer
What do we have as something to offer?
We are known cowards for centuries
Its brand and quality from time to time varies
We have complete apathy and do not rise
This is something new and does not surprise
We are still there as we were
We are intolerant and don’t fare
The domination and slavery still rule the mind
This drives the people to remain intolerant and unkind
What have we gained so far?
Peace but always at war
Burning from within but smile on face
The grand prix we are in for particular race
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Life Is Not Chosen
Life is not at all chosen
It is thrust and forced upon
Only parents prayed for our birth
But someone else is gunning for our death
Democracy or any other system is total failure
Our life is unsecured and precious no more
For a few notorious souls we are simply crushed
Some to the gallows and some in the dungeons pushed
We shall dare not to rise in revolt
To be poor and helpless is only our fault
Who ever comes in power may use same stick!
Nothing else is important than to torture and pick
Human rights violation is order of the day
Only mighty rule and held the sway
Even the people who stand for liberty
Express helplessness, apathy, neglect and pity
Don’t test our patience for a long
One day you may be proving wrong
Nothing may come to your rescue
Only destruction and deaths may be open to view
Human beings are not meant to be slaughtered
They have built dams and river water altered
Many empires have been razed to ground
Not a single sign is likely to be found
Beware! Still time is left to come to sense
Hand over the power peacefully in your presence
Many human lives have been unnecessarily lost
You will loose the power even at tremendous cost
We are peace loving and still care
All living beings are ready to spare
No blood shed for power transition
People are supreme in any composition
We will not remain starved for silly reasons
System has to be changed with honest persons
If no bread can be secured for helpless and poor
They should be forced up on to flee or shown the door
Rule of land and people must prevail
There is should be no deception with tail
No cheating can now be tolerated
Liberty and freedom must remain co-related
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
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General explotation
How can you change world’s established order?
Is it not that we are on extinction border?
Do we not face complete annihilation from face?
Is there no competition or simple mad race?
Whole world depends upon total exploitation
Each one eats upon others one by one by rotation
If this is not done by nature then there will be an end
Not a single inch space will be left to stand
Sea life depends solely on killing of each other
Small creatures are killed by their own mother
Big whales make their meals from small fishes
World doesn’t end for them as sea is full of riches
Life is fast replenished with the arrival of fresh
Thus cycle goes on with eating of their flash
Fresh induction of sea life gives them enough room
There is no depletion or decadence of gloom
On land wild animals kill weaker ones
Strongest definitely survive in safe zones
It is how cycle is repeated endlessly
Life goes on smoothly and ceaselessly
Rich robs the poor with the might of money
In real life it thrives and doesn’t look funny
We may talk of tall order but surrender
Can’t resist the temptation and wonder
Smaller countries are bullied by rich nations
They fear of reprisal and maintain the relations
They talk of liberty and champion the cause of freedom
Give a call for uprising and commit the pledges to redeem
They have narrow national interest in their mind
They search for lame excuses and try to find
How to bring them under their complete sway?
So they don’t have and authority or complete say
World can’t be bowed down by simple logic
No cohesion or compulsion can do any magic
Only persuasion and help can change the scene
Permanent stand off may lead to no loss no win
No nation will barter their national interest
They will try to opt and find out the best
They can be forced or brought to compromise
Help in crisis with firm commitment and promises
Even Almighty has shown favored the rich
Poor are kept at bay and out of reach
They suffer at the cruel hands of fate
Help comes to them not at crucial stage
We may learn it at later stage
It will be beyond control to manage
No one will come to our rescue and relief
This only strengthens or firm belief
We may survive and manage the onslaught
So many miseries it has shown and brought
We need to learn more and not to be caught
What else we can do except to accept?
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Exploitation in general
How can you change world’s established order?
Is it not that we are on extinction border?
Do we not face complete annihilation from face?
Is there no competition or simple mad race?
Whole world depends upon total exploitation
Each one eats upon others one by one by rotation
If this is not done by nature then there will be an end
Not a single inch space will be left to stand
Sea life depends solely on killing of each other
Small creatures are killed by their own mother
Big whales make their meals from small fishes
World doesn’t end for them as sea is full of riches
Life is fast replenished with the arrival of fresh
Thus cycle goes on with eating of their flash
Fresh induction of sea life gives them enough room
There is no depletion or decadence of gloom
On land wild animals kill weaker ones
Strongest definitely survive in safe zones
It is how cycle is repeated endlessly
Life goes on smoothly and ceaselessly
Rich robs the poor with the might of money
In real life it thrives and doesn’t look funny
We may talk of tall order but surrender
Can’t resist the temptation and wonder
Smaller countries are bullied by rich nations
They fear of reprisal and maintain the relations
They talk of liberty and champion the cause of freedom
Give a call for uprising and commit the pledges to redeem
They have narrow national interest in their mind
They search for lame excuses and try to find
How to bring them under their complete sway?
So they don’t have and authority or complete say
World can’t be bowed down by simple logic
No cohesion or compulsion can do any magic
Only persuasion and help can change the scene
Permanent stand off may lead to no loss no win
No nation will barter their national interest
They will try to opt and find out the best
They can be forced or brought to compromise
Help in crisis with firm commitment and promises
Even Almighty has shown favored the rich
Poor are kept at bay and out of reach
They suffer at the cruel hands of fate
Help comes to them not at crucial stage
We may learn it at later stage
It will be beyond control to manage
No one will come to our rescue and relief
This only strengthens or firm belief
We may survive and manage the onslaught
So many miseries it has shown and brought
We need to learn more and not to be caught
What else we can do except to accept?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Might is right
It is always the fact that might is right
They will go on till the end to fight
They may do it with the speed of light
They have the wisdom and long sight
Small insects kill smaller one
Big also kill little one and go on
It is complete cycle of exploitation
Everybody looses in turn and in rotation
So if rich rule the scene then nothing wrong
Not all can be in race and come along
It is sheer coincidence that mighty rule
Otherwise not all the people are fool
Person with abundance can sustain losses
He may have no regret even if looses
This gives them little advantage
Rest all feel confined to cage
Once you are under domination you are bound to suffer
You may have no rights other than to differ
So poor remain poor and rich gets richer
Poor remain suppressed for times to come
Rich are dominating and always welcome
Corruption has engulfed poor and rich alike
Everybody is influenced and affected with hike
No one wants to remain as poor like
Rich too wants not to become poor and dislike
This is tendency that we feel pity for poor
We have seen them knocking the door
But it is the system that will remain forever
Even if God descends on earth it will be there
If you have same system with no discrimination
No one may work and develop alienation
They will feel free with passing of responsibility
Here comes then the end of clear and distinct ability
If you have system with loop holes anybody will escape
No one can restrict the temptation or put the cap
Only the poor fail to emerge for the want of resources
The powerful emerge and re-emerge with full force
The oppression part is little disturbing
No one can force or go on curbing
No one can be forced to undergo torture
Even God has made it very sure
The rich may have disliking for poor
Poor to may have tendency to show exit door
It has been clash of time for centuries and very old
No one can buy it or arguments can be sold
Lord may wish so for all His children
He may even grant the same blessing even
Yet that difference may remain and even if not
The needless wars might not have been fought
The human beings may create it to rule
They make use of all available tools
Rich may tackle poor and poor may tackle down trodden
As the system remains same with all the odds even
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Eye for An Eye
Eye for an eye and blood for blood”
Revenge must be sought even if having no food
it reminds us of primitive days of stone and wood
Many civilizations have swept away or buried after flood,
They are in places where fanatics rule the world,
Day time daily murders with cold blood
Forcible imposition of will to bring them into fold,
To create the formidable cartels for banned drugs and gold,
their main aim is to export violence and terrorism,
Selecting the easy and show the barbarism
Still world sleep and offer limited or no criticism,
there is no sign of iron will to contain fascism,
Only handful of people hold the world to ransom
Sources are know where do they come from?
Still powerful politicians lack will and reel under gloom
when the real spring will come and flowers blossom
Is it right path to be pursued for attainment of goal?
Minting money by extracting diamonds from coal,
All come under one platform with aim to rule,
Preparing for war under new name of terror school,
It is said” if sword is to be drawn”
Then it should never be withdrawn?
Let all heads roll down on the ground
But the noble cause must be very much known,
So much destruction.loss of lives and bloodshed,
Innocents lay killed under the sun without any shed
thousand become homeless and many flee the scene
complete land becomes red and visibly seen
I may not preach violence but see the need to curb,
If countries needed to be told then must be snubbed
It should not be for self interest, national interest
Not to surrender to any pressure or yield to unrest
They will not understand the language of peace
Life may remain paralyzed and not at ease
It will be reign of terror with no where to go
How people can feel safe and try to forgo
Humanity will be at loss and continue to suffer
People may try to impose though others may differ
It is political hegemony which is at stake
They will remain under turmoil but not alert or awake
World may not heave a sigh of relief
If eye for an eye is their ideology and belief
They may call it martyrdom for freedom
They get hold or recognition seldom
World has to wake up to the reality
Must address the problem with sincerity
It may be solved to benefit of all
Peace should be ultimate goal and call
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Freedom at last
Many years have been passed since we gained independence
It was not solitary case or mere simple incidence
It had come to end after centuries of subjugation
And achieved after prolonged struggle for status elevation
It is dram come true from slave country to a sovereign state
Finally sealing of billions of people’s aspirations and fate
Joy and cheers for whole of county and to breathe free air
With complete resolve to take on millions with care
Soon country may have a sigh of relief from foreign rule
The feeling was running high with addition of rumors and fuels
We were going to be master of our own destiny
A role entrusted to new occupants but desired by many
What we find today after freedom struggle?
Has it brought any material change with troubles?
Are we in real sense free and move without fear?
Has it not added more woes and agony to bear?
Nothing has changed in our own homeland
We are homeless and alien in our own land
No roof on our top and illiteracy rate very high
We are left alone to fate as high and dry
The gulf has been widened and poor are made to suffer
We have shown them day light dreams but have nothing to offer
Ordinary man can not have two square meals a day
Our dreams are shattered and hopes are dashed away
Farmers commit suicide and uniform people are gunned down
Law and orders is nobody’s concern and certainly well known
People were never dejected even under occupation forces
Today we have nothing but fear, deaths and only remorse
Still we are better than those dying daily praying in holy places
Whom to pray and whom to trust rather than feeling pity for races?
What a mosque or what a church to go in for asking peace!
The sentiments are at low ebb and human relation on freeze
If this is what it goes by definition then we may desire tyranny
At least democracy is not misunderstood and looks funny
Country’s wealth is cornered and sent abroad for future use
Country is burning at home and no means available to defuse
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Sonnet- The World Today(1)
Oh, to what has this world come to, these days?
Nations expanding nuclear arsenals!
Terrorists and drug-lords active always!
Bomb culture fast spreading its tentacles!
Global security has been threatened;
Poor nations are suppressed by the rich ones!
The abyss of world trade has been deepened;
They dig the earth to find the soil’s true sons!
Computers have turned one’s life fast-forward!
Robots do much more things, men used to do;
Human beings have become too wayward;
One nation plans the other’s Waterloo!
Money-power rules all facets of life!
With mind’s peace lost, man is in utter strife.
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Still the rule
We wanted and asked for
The democracy was unsuitable and called for
The slavery and bondage made permanent home
Free air and liberty was never welcome
Stick is still the rule
Corruption is taught from school
Parents line up to throw the chits
You find new product of cheats
No field is left out to maneuver
There is now difficulty for beginner
He inhales the corrupt air and learns
Public is not her worry or concern
We have more breeding grounds
Corrupt and harmful mosquitoes are always found
They bite and spread the quality when go round
The whole system is spoiled and not remained sound
No one can free the system
The evil has grown from stem
The roots are so deep and within
They will always triumph and win
We want no such rule for the day
It has taken everything away
They rule the scene and hold the sway
We find no such hope and ray
One in a million chances there will emerge some possibility
Country may face disintegration and loose the stability
It will be broken into pieces under heavy odds
The poor and downtrodden may suffer heavily under load
We wanted peaceful life but not at such personal cost
It was never realized or thought over by most
The democracy has some advantage but values are lost
The apprehensions are more and much loss of trust
Not a single field is free from blame
We have no regret and feel for shame
We take it as routine and nonsense act
There is no let up in our approach for this fact
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As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
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A Limit On Intolerence
We have crossed the limit of intolerance
We are not in position to draw any reference
The terrorist have thrown open the challenge
Now it must be seen how do we come out and manage
They come at will and strike at the heart of center
There are number of people who act as their mentor
We have still not found out who is their real creator
It is proving difficult for us to control them as cruel actors
It is mad race and everybody is engulfed with its consequences
People are butchered in day light and still we come cross many instances
The earth has changed its color from green to red
We can judge and think but unable to understand and read
What is their primary goal in mind?
How can they be indifferent and unkind?
What do they achieve by killing innocents?
What is purpose behind their unholy movements?
How can religion guide blind faith and be unreasonable?
How passion can be run at highest level and remain uncontrollable?
It is fanatic’s work that is to be countered with strong will
We can’t allow unstoppable game which is aimed at to kill
They are not bothered about their own life
They prefer to live in uncertainty and amidst strife
They are cutting the edges of knife
The situation is still not opportune or ripe
They are killers and known as suicide bombers
They are experts in acrobatics and good climbers
They are trained in all the fields and have expertise
They go in quick action and very boldly summarize
The administrative machinery is facing enormous problem
The terrorists have no national sentiments or have any emblem
Their main motto is to kill and rule over vast land
They can’t be sympathizer or lovely friend
They are not worshippers of the God or almighty
They want to prove themselves as mighty
They are cruel at heart and have no pity
They find no reason in peace and almost strike in cities
The day may be blackened with many more strikes
They may continue to rule and butcher the people with fire from bikes
It is not impossible to control them but needs careful planning
It has to be done with strong resolve and proper awakening
Let free world breathe with peace
Let them pass the time with ease
Why people should live amidst uncertainty?
It is their main concern and must be addressed definitely
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A past behind
One has to leave behind the past
you can't live with it and go very fast
it has nothing to do with ups or down
you must analyze mistakes and try to own
Even animals go in search of food
they know how to survive in wood
there is no one to teach them how to hunt?
they do not run away even if forest is burnt
We are here to survive and stand
we may be surrounded by foes or friends
we got to live with prevailing situation
it may end one day without further continuation
some people grow like tall tree
doesn't come out of cage and feel free
the world seems to them illusory
they a dejected and feel very sorry
One goes in natural way but of no use
Gain tallest stature but remain confused
who can help them if they can't act?
they may express anger and react
They grow from adult to childhood
the life is never understood
the world was same as this before
why do we lament therefore?
We can't run away from the scene
the cowards may flee and are often seen
we are gifted with little intelligence
we also know who to tide over and live in presence
It always better to stand firm
not to deviate but stand to confirm
this may give additional leverage
it will help to get rid off and manage
Everybody may be having some problems
They will try to understand and tackle them
it is not easy but not difficult either
it may not stay but gradually wither
we should wait for opportunity
it is in the hands of almighty
it will be offered you on better terms
it may take off all your concerns
We might have faced lot of difficulties
it might have also lead to uncertainty
still it has not left you high and dry
you must rise with double speed and try
If you are called a frustrated person
they have logic or some solid reasons
You may not be realizing grave consequences
though you had witnessed many instances
Life is all about to accept the challenges
it may appear or bother us at at any stage
half battle is won if we stand fast
it may trouble you but may not last
let us do it once again
we must learn and train
the area remains wide open
come out of it even if anything happens
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The Thought I Cannot Complete
The thought I cannot complete,
This is the thought I cannot complete,
The thought of the life I lead,
The thought of the wonderful world I live in.
Thinking am I worth living in this precious world which we destroy for our survival,
Are we born to rule on this earth or are we born to serve on this earth.
Are we born to control the nature we cannot conserve, is this really the free world they claim to be, are we yet understanding the meaning of life.
This is the thought I cannot complete,
They say the brain is intellectual yet others believe money is power and so we claim to live in the free world we cannot afford.
I used to think religion is an individual belief though now I got caught in the world where i'm forced to believe even the fabricate religion yet I stand none credulous.
Does resurrection exist nor heaven and hell we told we will reach according to our good and evil deeds, or will I perish so the young soul shall be born,
This are the thoughts I cannot complete.
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Who Do These People Think They Are
Who do these people think they are they take far more than they give?
They rule the World through their Bureaucracies and they tell us how to live
The tycoons of the twenty first century their financial nest egg grow and grow
In a World where millions live in poverty of poverty they do not wish to know.
They believe in free markets and their pet subject free trade
And in their dealings with Third World Countries millions in money they have made
But they do not believe in the free movement of people or in homes for refugees
When confronted with these subjects they do seem ill at ease.
They control big Government and tell them what to do
And that money speaks all languages so happens to be true
And whilst they grow rich and richer and more financially secure
The have nots of the World so sad to say grow poor.
Who do these people think they are for to satisfy their greed
They take and take and too few of them think of those who are in need
And most of the World's assets with the very wealthy few
And the poor keep getting poorer only happens to be true.
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A synonymous with corruption
The world has become synonymous with corruption
It goes on under our nose without any interruption
It is highlighted with big letters in head lines
It is big credit for all and do not fear for any fines
It is holy job for milking the cow
They have mastered the art and no one knows how?
They proclaim they not saints but only recognized cheaters
It matters less even if there is long list of haters
They have lions heart to sustain criticism
Well mannered reply with influence of mesmerism
Nobody can make out the hidden truth
They must be decorated with doctorate without any proof
No one is out of that dreaded shame
Everyone has lion’s share without any blame
The rules are suited to them for shoddy deal
They are true representatives and projected as real
You call them mafia, land grabbers or dishonest
They have excellence in all fields as best
There is no full proof system as dope test
All other hurdles prove nothing for the rest
The poor may suffer till the end of life
They may struggle and spent on edge of knife
No poverty may alleviate or bring down the sufferings
They merely have to feel contended with little offerings
Tons of food grains may lie in open
Millions more may be depleted in ocean
Stability in price may be maintained
The poor deaths may never be contained
Hundreds perish for the want of food and shelter
Billions of rupees spent but situation does not alter
The ice melts on the way before reaching to an end
We have progressed enormously with change in trend
My coffer must be full with full immunity
This is my domain and I enjoy it with ability
“What nonsense you talk of people and country?
I am the only person to think and act as sentry
What people can do to me so long as I remain powerful?
Country is facing lot many problems and tackled by handful
Who may notice what we do behind the curtain?
Who has guts to point out or to clip the wings and curtail?
We may rule and last so long there is something to share
It is recognized globally to lower the voice and act fare
The wealth may be used for rich and not the poor
We shut no possibility and always opened the door
* “we must bless those who have nothing to cough except wealth”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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A fear so often
What makes you happy all of sudden?
When you are gripped with fear often
What will you wish to happen?
Some miracles in the night at sharp ten
Mind is puzzled and not at rest
You are trying your level best
No improvement with state of mind
No peace takes place or is there to find
There is linkage between heart and soul
You go for it without feeling foul
It is real thing to long for and feel
You have yet not tested the bitter pill
What happens when love is lost?
How do you prepare for it and at what cost?
The world around you may seem to be hostile
You won’t be able to think for a while
Who can come real time to your rescue?
The matter will be known by only few
There is time for disappearances of morning dews
Nothing is left behind to work for reviews
As love has been defined as God’s gift
It may not afford any kind of rift
There may be little change or shift
It needs some momentary boost or lift
Music is recognized as powerful weapon
It appeals to all and nicely works on
It is considered as holy in worship
It is as equally holy and sacred as friendship
Music is to enjoy in ears
Life can be beautiful with years
Hardship may make you to cry
Music may make you to fly
Fill the life with good music
There is no elementary or basic
Life can’t be so boring
Music can appeal even if you are snoring
What is music to me in person?
I feel good with some reasons
It is different in all the seasons
It is pure love and can’t be compared with arsons
Music can bind the person as well as society
It has got different varieties
It has mass appeal and go well with al the sections
Everybody may sing it with some actions
Love can be spread with musical language
It has tremendous effect on its usage
It is liked by all without any bar on ages
It will grant peace even if mind rages
Encourage good music with appeals
Let other ideas may stand repealed
Music must play powerful part
It may be considered as good start
It can take away all your pains
Music flows as energy in vanes
It has power to remove all the stresses
Man can be brought to normal from distress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Teacher Man
The Teacher Man teaches kids from all over the world
The Teacher Man teaches no matter boy or girl
The Teacher Man teaches Christans, Musilms, and Jews
The Teacher Man teaches those who say 'God I don't believe in you'
The Teacher Man teaches over demands for more recess
The Teacher Man teaches to only demand the best
The Teacher Man teaches Science, Reading, and Math
The Teacher Man teaches how to live out of class
The Teacher Man teaches all how to share
The Teacher Man teaches that we all should care
The Teacher Man teaches how to keep an open mind
The Teacher Man teaches with a kick in the behind
The Teacher Man teaches there are lessons in life
The Teacher Man teaches how to overcome strife
The Teacher Man teaches there's nothing wrong with a hug
The Teacher Man teaches the world changes with Love
The Teacher Man teaches the rich and the poor
The Teacher Man teaches those who are ready for more
The Teacher Man teaches how to look someone in the eye
The Teacher Man teaches how to accept someone in their cry
The Teacher Man teaches in more than one tounge
The Teacher Man teaches how to make working hard fun
The Teacher Man teaches all the colors of the land
But, most important of all, he teaches we should take a stand
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, for what you believe
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, and you will be free
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, for the least of the least
Take such Stand man, and you will find peace
He's the Teacher Man
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Enough for us
God has given enough for us to enjoy
As a boy we did it willingly with toys
As the time move on we surrendered in safe hands
Belief you can call it for hoping peaceful end
Not all may find it comfortable in life
Some may find it pinching from sharp edge of knife
Yet it is not forcing you to end the span
It can be never your idea with any plan
I believe He should be always in our find
Whether you offer it through prayers or through mind
The message will surely be responded
As we are at his mercy and wholly depended
“My dear friend, I am victimized”
“I have been discriminated and marginalized”
“I am loosing faith and living ground”
I was listening to words from friend which were totally unsound
Dear, He is the only strength to provide you corrective strength
No matter what God you pray or align with wave length
You remember him in your spare time and see the result
You will be spared from all pains and possibly worst insult
She was unconvinced but lending ears
She had been in close contact for years
I could convince her for some peace of mind
She was very good at heart and little mild
She will grudgingly argue and try to convince
Her ailing mind will not relent for all sorts of failure since
I was all sympathetic for her bad plight
But I poured some positive strength to fight
She first time acknowledged to have felt very good
Even though she was near starvation for the want of food
She had gained tremendous will power to stand fast
She was not going to surrender till the last
I heaved a sigh of relief
Not that I had instilled confidence and belief
But she had gained what was not with her
Now she was in control and need not bother
How many of us may be hiding from reality?
How many may be cheating conscious with ability?
What result they may be expecting from poor front?
I just bowed my head in recognition with upbeat front
It has no special attachment with religious favor
We are true sons and really live on with flavor
As human birth is next to impossible for many
Yet it is inevitability to fight the path and tyranny
*I would love the spirit and will power to fight*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Innocents Shed Lives
'The days of divine rights of kings' have gone
Their monopoly to rule also has been undone
Lot many countries have adopted world charter
Where equal rights for all have proved as good starter
Weak political system has given the room for dictators to rise
The whole system has been pushed aside and resulted in breach of promises
Promises given to people of the land to rule as per their wishes
Alas! That has remained distant dream and all hopes remain dashed
Entire globe is divided into two systems
Yet it does not suit to their design and ill will stem
Dictators seize powers and pirates rule the sea
Very pathetic condition all over world to see
How many innocents shed lives per day?
How many soldiers loose their precious lives on the way?
Their vehicles are blasted and road is blocked
In friction of seconds many lives are smoked
Terrorists strike at their will and keep humans as shield
They have sway over limited land yet find open field
Not all efforts are paying any dividend for world peace
Life is very difficult for poor people to live at ease
There may be many people like me feeling helpless
Yet we cry over liberty and bring smile on face
Many activists rot in jails for no fault or crime
What next should be our goal or aim as prime?
Let there be system if any country chooses?
World should not bother as no threat it poses
Let there be no violation of human rights
Rest all can be avoided to fuel the fight
If need be lawlessness can be curbed with heavy hand
This beautiful world belongs to all and must prove as heavenly land
It is not the role of any class or country
We are here as special missionary of the almighty
Let doves fly all over globe with message
Small branch in mouth to speak nothing
Let world witness real message behind
Search the soul earnestly and find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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