A hard hit
It was hard hitting speech
It was not meant to preach
He did not try to teach
It was earnest try to breach
Very few people try to bridge the gulf
It is very difficult to practice on self
We always try it in somebody’s domain
By touch wood we remain coolly same
It can be an isolated incidence
It should not draw wrong reference
It is meant to be real moral issue
We need close study and periodical review
You may find many preachers
You may come across also many researchers
There are schools of learned teachers
Also there is no dearth of broachers
It is yet to prove ones own credentials
We can’t endorse it or put the initials
It has got to be incredible and real
Everything has to be transparent and nothing to conceal
Moral forces can’t afford to be weak
It has so much at stake and must speak
From all the angles it must look same
It can only then assert and claim
It is everything to do with society or religion
No one can claim to be custodian
Of course they can be the real guardian
All of sudden they should not come out and prove as villain
It has destabilizing effect
People may loose the faith and angrily react
It has to be an exemplary act
Pt has nothing do with any particular sect
Leave nothing behind as wrong trail
It may hamper the process and derail
What we need today is pure healing?
Everything in open and not concealing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Engraved marble
Why can’t I propagate my faith?
Why m I afraid of sure death
Who can lead me to real religion?
Professors, preachers or so called villains
I find my almighty always around
Bells ring and make me sound
I forget all bitterness and good sense prevail
All propaganda comes to an end and fail
I shall not be carried away by any trick
Even though they torture me with any stick
I shall believe him an his peaceful message
I shall have to prove my worth till the end of an age
No one may remember me by any faith
They may even hesitate to lay wreath
I shall be laid to rest by unknown people
I shall lay here peacefully without any trouble
I wish to put engraved marble near by
People may read the message and try
Who is this unfortunate soul trying to tell?
Life is not worth if we try to prove it as hell
I see nothing special in any religion
Even though they are prevalent in most of the regions
Each one is dominant in belief and conviction
Yes there is love lost and frictions
Peace may evade till you come clear
You will live amidst uncertainty and fear
No religion may guarantees you for safe conduct
They lack moral courage and power to instruct
I shall love to be buried live
Rather face fury and witness nose dive
Fall in moral values and humanity at low ebb
What shall I engrave “Don’t come again and try to stab”?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If God Is Real
What religion is God does anyone know,
We worship so many as they all come and go,
New ones will appear every other day,
Are they right or wrong who is to say.
We have Christians and Muslims, Jehovah's and Jews,
Buddhists and Mormons there's Sikhs and Hindus,
There are thousands of others too numerous to mention,
What is it Gods have that attracts our attention.
Every religion will try to lay claim,
Their God is supreme, while the others are lame,
When they war with each other for each person they kill,
Be it sister or brother they'll claim it's Gods will.
How can they say this are these Gods raving mad,
To create mayhem and murder is really quite sad,
Genocide is something no God would allow,
Peace and forgiveness is what the Lord would endow.
The fact of the matter is are any of us right,
We really don't know as our God's out of sight,
Do they have a gender are they female or male,
Will we ever discover that Holy Grail.
What colour are these Gods who have us under their spell,
We all claim he / she's ours yet none of us can tell,
As God's never been seen how can we be sure,
Ours is the right one which one is pure.
We won't get to meet until the day we die,
Only then will we know if God's truth or a lie,
Faith from within is what will keep us strong,
If we stay honest and true we won't go far wrong.
Religion to some is their reason for living,
To abuse that trust is so unforgiving,
Gods don't need money so where does it go,
Funding lavish lifestyles for those in the know.
To some Gods an industry, money comes easy,
Using this to make cash is really quite queasy,
But the day will come when they'll meet their maker,
Their God will distinguish the real from the faker.
The problem with humans is where there's money to be made,
They'll use any avenue they don't care who's betrayed.
If you've abused Gods trust there will be no appeal,
When you expire you'll find out,
‘' If God Is Real ‘'
You Have No Morals
The preachers of hate claim they hate the west,
While on their moral throne they sit,
Yet they'll take our money when put to the test,
Their ideals are straight from a pit.
If they really hate us why do they stay,
Don't you find it sickeningly funny,
They abuse our system then cause us affray,
But love taking our hard earned money.
Hypocrisy in terrorists will forever remain,
They are cowards every one,
Like their masters they're completely insane,
As for principles truth is they have none.
They have no scruples or moral code,
Their cowardice is for all to see,
Bravery to them is too heavy a load,
They wouldn't know the meaning of free.
To murder innocents is a total disgrace,
It's a cowardly and heinous act,
When you meet your maker he will say to your face,
Hell's where you're heading that's a fact.
The people you claim to represent,
Are very few and far between,
Decent people think you're ideals are bent,
With terrorist scum they wouldn't be seen.
If you truly detest the way we are,
Your choice is crystal clear,
Leave our country and travel afar,
But that thought just fills you with fear.
If you detest us as people the way you claim,
Return to the country you adore,
We will never allow you to achieve your aim,
Your ideals are rotten to the core.
You insult our freedom and our way of life,
Go elsewhere to have your quarrels,
The fact you can take from the people you hate,
Proves to us,
‘' You Have No Morals ‘'
Perfection
If I could practise what I preach,
Of fellows there would few be finer;
If I were true to what I teach
My life would be a lot diviner.
If I would act the way I speak,
Of halo I might be a winner:
The spirit wills, the flesh is weak,--
I'm just a simple sinner.
Six days I stray,--on number seven
I try to be a little better,
And stake a tiny claim on Heaven
By clinging close to gospel letter.
My pew I occupy on Sunday,
And though I draw the line at snoring,
I must admit I long for Monday,
And find the sermon boring.
Although from godly grace I fall,
For sensed with sin my every act is,
'Twere better not to preach at all,
Then I would have no need to practice.
So Sabbath day I'll sneak away,
And though the Church grieve my defection,
In sunny woodland I will pray:
"God save us from Perfection!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Flying Blind
You must conform or when you die
you may not enter paradise
I won’t conform I’ll tell you why.
I don’t believe the blatant lies
of priests who claim to speak for God.
Each claim their way’s the only way.
In fact I find it very odd
that they believe or so they say.
In tolerance and charity
which all of them profess to teach
To me it is hypocrisy
not to practice that which you preach
But sadly there some who will
although they are forbidden to.
Set out determinedly to kill
all those who hold a different view.
I do not claim to speak for god
nor do I claim to speak for you.
Though you may find my beliefs odd
in my view you’re entitled to.
I will not try to convert you
or force you to accept my view
Because my friend I’m flying blind
like every last one of you.
16-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A clear move
See the world above
Stay where ever you are and don't move
See it to your self to reach at the end
Don't see others as masters but only friends
It might have proved too difficult
To come out of it with some insult
The frustration is in open with result
The foundation may be weak even if rebuilt
Try to reason out with your own experience
Add something to it with real context in presence
Never go for any acknowledgement or insistence
It may prove as contrary to draw any inference
The world may not look glamorous or appealing
The nice idea to flow with it may be repealing
We may feel awkward and attempt for concealing
It may aggravate the wounds without proper healing
The world may look colorful if you are wealthy
It may add more color if you are strong enough and healthy
It may add woes and so much agony
If you starve others for want of money
Be liberal in out look with real zeal and urge
Let good ideas emanate from heart and emerge
It may grant you happiness with satisfaction
This may be taken as reward or indication
You may not see it with different eye
You can’t see through glasses and try
It may be viewed with different angle
It may present different triangle
Use clear instinct with the micro mind
Process it with large images and find
Does it miss any of the ingredients?
Do we feel child as if without parents
See the images and form the opinion
It may suit or may not suit the companion
It has to do with your own judgment
There may not be then any illusory moments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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True Friend <3
A real friend is someone who walks in when everybody else walks out,
A real friend shares all the good times and helps you in the bad,
A real friend knows all about you but loves you anyway,
A real friend is like a star, you dont always see them, but you know they're always there,
A real friend is like a diamond, precious and rare,
A real friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself,
A real friend reaches for your hand, but touches your heart
A real friend is like a 4-leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have,
A real friend thinks you're a good egg even though you're half cracked,
A real friend is very difficult to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget
poem by Caoimhe Daly
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Now here is a departure from the first principle of true ethics. Here we find ideas of moral wrong and moral right associated with something else than beneficial action. The consequent is, we lose sight of the real basis of morals, and substitute a false one.
quote by Francis Wright
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All of my love
The complete day I was rehearsing
To know the depth knowingly conversing
Did not know what really it meant?
How to face feelings to be secretly sent?
Some changes were taking shape
I feared she may not like and slap
Friends may cut jokes and clap
Still I gathered the strength to step
Was it love or mere infatuation?
Was it only eagerness for continuation?
It had combination of both sentiments
I was afraid of Luke warm response with comments
It was need on an hour and honest search
I needed some one to guide and teach
I have an urgent desire to go and reach
No one should come forward and preach
It was natural course that was in force
I have thought it over with no remorse
Any one should have full desire and freedom
It is to been how best it is executed with wisdom
I am not sure of any good response
So kept ready very good defense
Even if that is taken as an offence
I shall regret it in her presence
If she is opting foe me as an individual
I shall play honest and not dual
I shall prove my self as real
There will not b any thing to conceal
It must be understood in context
There may not be any ready made text
Wed plan accordingly for the next
It may certainly come out as best
Hope for the best and pray
Don’t hide or run away
It is the sincerity that may speak
You may prove strong even if you are weak
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Claim on high note
It is good to claim on high note
One can be appreciated if he admitted it and wrote
If something is written only to project as good act
We know for sure the human weakness and react
It is difficult to resist the temptation
It has nothing to do with pure or fake relation
When it comes to the real testing of will
We will definitely have nothing but shame to feel
Hardly some percent may claim virginity on high ground
It is never questioned but certainly rare to find
We may clap at the frank admission of guilt
It may not a strong basis on which anything can be built
It is Lovely and nice to ask for purity
As we often insist for fine blend of quality
Nothing can be assured in return
To go for real check is your turn
We all can and try to gain sympathy
Yet we can avoid pain and apathy
People will only applaud for good oratory
We only have to repent for sin and feel sorry
If we have acted nicely in time with high morale
You have fresh air to breathe or inhale
The memory may fade away as bad dream
It will bite your conscious even if not dream
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Disease....
homelessness, joblessness, and hunger are not statistics.
they are people, with real faces, real hearts, and
real bodies... made in the image of god.
has nothing to do with race, religion, language,
sexual orientation, or citizenship...
it has to do with basic need....
a dollar in the cup, a prayer, and a shaking of the
head will not do!
these people are part of your family.
bottom line, we are responsible... for each other,
for the state of the world, for need, for poverty...
and we are responsible for our own indifference!
we cannot begin to say we believe in god, any god...
that we are a moral and ethical people, that we believe
in justice and equality, and that we are human...
without addressing and eradicating these atrocities!
if we do not become the cure, then we are the disease!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Take as Challenge
I have spent sleepless nights
To find solution and answers very right
Each time I tried for its way out
I was finding it fruitless and all about
Why at all life was to be taken as challenge
After all we need square meal and manage
Rest everything was out of reach
As people reminded me and tried to preach
I am now scared to share
As I find no place to go near
How I would try to go somewhere
If that leads me to land no where
I thought to end life with no way open
Such ideas may creep in mind all of sudden
I had not known the full potential
As life would be really proving substantial
What is there to stare at sky?
Mind think uselessly about its hollowness and fly
No usefulness can be attained with doubtful mind
It must adapt to the situation and arty to find
What we are looking for in life to carry out mission?
Is it meant for eating and spending time with confusion?
Is there anything to do other than to think endlessly?
Or come in terms with real life and spend it happily
We may breathe as long it is granted by almighty
Nobody is allowed to end it for the fear of poverty
Many more hurdles can make life miserable
Here it may be seen as real danger with trouble
It will be cowardice act if life is ended in failure
On the contrary, steps would have been take n to make it sure
No one here is so sure about his life game
One must live it lavishly with forceful claim
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The function of religions
I belong to my religion
To belong to the people
Who are with the religion.
I remain with a fixed sect
To remain with the people
Who remain with that sect.
I identify a shrine
To identify myself
With those visiting the shrine.
The people of the religion,
Not the ideal of the religion,
Is my motive to follow.
The religion wants my membership.
The sect wants my participation.
The shrine wants my attendance.
Neither they nor I am strict
That the ideals be pursued
As the idols are worshipped.
How can then the religion
Reform and refine the human
Other than consolidation?
06.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cry not
You should not cry else tears may fall
Hold them back until, you make call
you tell them not to fall or roll
is the cry only way left for recall?
Go in isolation or on the roof top
yell and shout as much as you and don’t stop
If need be then go to the hill peak
Shout in wilderness and don’t speak,
I want that not a word is heard,
No tears must be seen or feared
no one should come to sob you off
and no one should cut a joke on you and laugh
if you Cry in open or complain to anybody,
it may bring disgrace to somebody
it may prove difficult and the path may not be easy?
It will always trouble you even if you are so busy?
Never say in open that you loved her
Even if you want cry then don’t bother
don’t excuse that wall was so high
Wall may remain there even if you fly
Claim not that moral was so high,
you won’t get whatever you want in life
she may not become your wife,
then will you put your neck to knife?
See the reason and decide for and against
it is real submission that will be counted for as test,
what happens if you simply go for admission,
There may still be omission and emission,
Cry not for the beautiful and bright “eyes'
They are completely veiled to say byes
It may offer very good smile
When you are in very good mood for while
It is sign of cowardice and lack of the will
You should go for all the options available still
Why do you prefer to shed the tears in corner?
You should preserve your energy in the burner
There will be definite turn and change
Time may come and you will be able to manage
It will be good sign for honest and sincere lover
Rain too may feel happy and pour the shower
Think that you are the only person to be so lucky
The situation may prove difficult and tricky
Still you may have to face to the tune of rough weather
If you get her on your side then it will be honor or feather
Prove to the world that you are the only person?
There is every possibility to succeed for simple reason
The luck has to smile on you and wait for the chance
You will have then no time to look back and glance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Hold and Handle
It had existed this before
It may also continue hereafter
Religion is the only means to be exploited
People's life and nation's fate is to related
Fanatics may be found even among moderates
They are found everywhere and openly support
Religion has now come to play a big role
Whether some one believes or not but it is real
Ask any one honestly and he will claim
No one may say I am human being first and shall remain
Not only shall that he boost to have sacred feeling
Proud to claim to be real fanatic and shall be willing
This may not be considered nice poem but may find favor
n changing world it has been claimed as honor
To uphold the identity aligned with religion
As it has been rooted deep in every region
We have tolerated enough under this context
Absorbed almost all as best as could
We are multi linguistic and multi religious
But efforts by others are on to destabilize it continuous
Only words don't suffice the need
Intelligentsias often act as link or feed
Fanatics are not as dangerous and propagandist
We only claim to be true tolerant and democratic
People jump in fray for simple excuse
They think narrowly and have different views
With religious point they may argue in favor
Where as the differences are in fact minor
Let us refrain from writing such articles
Favor with one and bias with another may land in trouble
We have got beautiful environment after great struggle
We should now be mature enough to hold and handle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Something Got A Hold Of Me
Hank williams & audrey williams
[c] at first when I heard of some people who claim
That the old-time religion was [g] real
I [c] said Ill go down, take a [f] look at the crowd
For [c] just that weak-[g] minded I [c] feel.
[c] I walked up the steps and I peeked in the door
But the devil said, dont you go [g] in!
But I [c] said, it wont hurt me Ill [f] just step inside
And Ill [c] set as far [g] back as I [c] can. [but-]
Chorus
[c] something got a hold of me [praise god]
Yes something got a hold of [g] me [oh! lord]
I [c] went there to fight, but Ill [f] tell you that night
God [c] certainly got a [g] hold of [c] me.
They sang like they meant it, they all clapped their hands
I said, its commotion, thats all.
When they get down to pray, Ill just get up and leave
For I dont wanta be seen here at all.
But I bowed that time, he got started to preach
And he looked straight down at me
He told evrybody how mean that I was
He didnt talk like he thought much of me.
I sat in my seat just thinkin it oer
And then they all started to pray
The fire fell from heaven, I fell to the floor
I prayed there and God had his way. [for-]
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Human Beings
Uncle Dan said
'now listen
There's right and there's wrong
and there two kinds of people:
those that can't be trusted to be right
and those that cannot be trusted with being wrong.
Take out the microscope and lets' see
what that person does when they
have you in the wrong.
If they treat you like you ain't' human
anymore
then that is the face of evil.
I worry more about those who
think they's absolutely right tho
than those that know's they's wrong.
Find out who is convinced they's
absolutely right about anything
and run the other way
that is a dangerous woman,
or man.
Now if you find a person who
sees that you is wrong and
don't judge.
That is a human being.
that includes you judging others
too.
Avoid people trying to prove
they is right
sure sign that they is wrong.
Avoid the person constantly
talking about how they have
been wronged
just means they are waiting their
change to get even on somebody
anybody
anybody close will do.
Talk to people who say
I may be right or I may be wrong
but proving right or wrong is not important
only how you treat people and yourself
inside
is important.
Leave the rest.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Family bond
Some bonds are considered to be of top quality
That has been blessed by almighty
It has got sanction from the society
All people respect such bond with one voice and unity
Family consists of children and parent
Grant parents are included instantly
It becomes one of the important tasks
We can proudly say if some one asks
"Charity begins at home" old stories reveal
Everybody knows how far they are real!
Good foundation is laid at home
Children are brought up with suggestions and are welcome
So it is first step in nation building
Brought up with pride and honor and never yielding
Such and fine people are product of good family
Nation too can feel proud of its people and their capability
Some of the writings are well inscribed
They are inked with golden letters and described
Why family is considered as most important?
Holiest of holy and stands very much distinct
People may proudly claim their ancient heritage
Remember their forefathers in coming ages
Their children and grand may proudly feel their contribution
That has been extended as pure gesture for distribution
British have proud tradition of honoring queen
They have wedded to democracy but respect royal scene
They consider it as national proud and holy body
"King does no wrong" to the surprise of everybody
One should always feel proud of ancestral bond
It is matter to be felt at root we all mist second
It is healthy practice and one must understand the traditional value
So when time comes to look at and have periodical review
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real As I Wanna Be
Well here I am out in my make believe world
Makin believe Im working
Makin believe Ive got a girl
But inside I know
Im as real as I wanna be
What if I sailed off to the edges of the sea
Just to see the other side
Just to feel free
And to prove to myself
Im as real as I wanna be
And even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
From now on Im out on the wrong side of the track
Takin a long look back
And no one can catch me
Im as real as I wanna be
Im packing nothing but that which belongs to me
My heart and soul
And the pieces of a dream
Im gonna make that dream
As real as I wanna be
And even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Cause Im real
And what if I find hate or despair
Oh lord, what if I find nothing there
How could I last
When all that stands beside me
Is the shadow that I cast
And I may come to see the only thing that was true
Was you
Long ago back in this mystery
And I may wish that I could reach back in to pull you
Through
But youll live on in my memory
In a tear that I will leave behind me
Cause Im as real as I wanna be
Taken from real as I wanna be-album leaflet by sunny
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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