A lust for shine
What has blinded us from fake shine?
Illusory shows to attract and convince fine
Eyes too stare at deception and agree
Not willing to come out of it and feel free
Wild animals too leave the share when their stomach is full
We never stop even there is calm and prevails lull
Coffer is never filled and desire is growing unabated
Whole world is after it and ceaselessly debated
Human values are on decline and has taken deep low
Religious fanatics have surfaced and we have allowed
How many innocents shed blood still not followed?
“No” surrender to Almighty’s wished and vowed
Humanity is on wane and we stand helpless
Tears dropp from eyes and shamelessly witness
All blood on earth still no regret for wrong doing
Animals are better than us as human being
We have declined all good appeals
They look unrealistic and stand repealed
The words do not heal the wounds
What else can do magic or look sound?
Mind is bogged down and flooded with thoughts
The war is ceaselessly waged and fought
What is ought to be and not to be ought
Not a single way of salvation is sought
We live under constant fear
Agony, pain and anguish to bear
No flow of water from eyes to fall as tears
We have lost the sympathy to address any one as dear
We will never feel satisfied or contended
Mind will never think of prayers to be attended
No outside noble thought will get free entry
It is open call to invite the gloom and misery
I do nothing to shed tears and watch at the roof
It is helpless tendency to lock in room and stay aloof
This apathy on the part of gentlemen steals the initiative
No thrust is aimed at improving the situation and looks subjective
It is wake up call for all intelligentsias
To work on solid basis without any bias
This can be holy gift from almighty. Messiah or priests
Only rightful attitude to follow and insist
Almighty never wanted shame on humanity
We were sent here with fine quality
“Live and let others live” was to rule the land
No foes or adversaries if not possible to make friends
Our next generation may ask us relentlessly
What steps we took and worked on ceaselessly?
What thrust was maintained to keep sprit alive?
What you left behind for us to believe?
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Cried for Hours
I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe
How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend
Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival
Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath
I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?
Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives
Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good
I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell
We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why
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A belief not common
What is common in us? This question baffled me most
This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost
How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life?
It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife
Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart
Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part?
The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent
It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current
Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation
Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation
Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed
Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered
If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color
Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings
it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing
Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul
Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul
World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same
We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame
Mother may not act different with her children
The love may flow unconditional and sudden
She may be rejoiced at children’s well being
They may one day attain high position or become kings
Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night
Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right
The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight
The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light
Still we have so many things in common
With little agony and pain, tears may roll on
The blood may come out when there is injury
The common color of blood may increase the fury
We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious
The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious
We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air
To fight for nothing is something called as unfair
Let us ignite the passion for humanity
Live and allow others to live with dignity
There is nothing different in the infinity
It is how you believe in fine quality
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Forgive me Oh, almighty
My heart is filled with grief and pain
Tears rush in eyes for something to explain
The voice is choked as eyes refuse to believe
I just stay in silence for pain to relieve
I feel part of some heavenly body
This place has not been put by anybody
It is heavenly and appeals all to become noble
Serve the poor, pray the almighty and never crumble
Here is place where life was sacrificed
For sacred principles and upholding values as promised
Holiest of holy land from where prophet preached
Spread the message with utmost faith and searched
With first sight it generates divine feeling
Person may offer everything as willing
From a distance I have developed an emotional link
Something runs in veins when I pray and think
It is my first routine in the morning
Pray with joint hands and ask for condoning
For all mistakes and evil work done in day time
With open heart and clear mind to forgive as no crime
I am unable to hold more when face is covered with tears
It speaks of something which is difficult to bear
How could people be that disrespectful to the holy soul?
When disciples voluntarily gave up life for noble call
I could realize now why are we called mean animals?
Why we end up in tragedies with quick dismissals?
Why we face all consequences of bad nature
Yet don’t forget to inflict injury for others
I only know about the great sacrifice
The holy stand taken and laying down of life for promises
It makes me to cry and wish in all my humbleness
Oh God, grant me such strength and shine on face
It gives me enough of feeling from inner space to do worthwhile
To extend sincere wishes to all Muslim brethrens to think for while
The ideals and principles for which the traditional values are held
Be united in resolve and strength else the fate is going to be sealed
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I Wish Not To
I wish not to leave my land
Where I got birth and friends
The sky with no ends in horizon
And the stars with twinkles to smile on
I wish no death should approach
I must be assured of no threat as such
I work endlessly for nature’s cause
I am much needed here because…
Why I wish another world for salvation?
When there is so much here for revelation
Beautiful birds in morning with sweet voice
And life full enterprise and with great promises
The idea of leaving itself sends me shock wave
I shall relentlessly fight and never give in
How nicely the nest is woven to live long?
Almighty might have thought very wrong
I don’t want eternal peace
I want to live with poor brethrens at ease
I wish to wipe their tears
Pain and agony to bear
I won’t get all in heaven
That idea itself disturbs me even
The mortal body may be consigned or buried
I am from now it very much worried
I wish to become tiny thought and stay
Let hatred go and peace not to go away
I wish to enter their healthy mind
No bloodbath but only gesture of very kindness
I know I will be forced to leave
I will not be allowed permanently to live
Yes, I wish to extend my stay
Let I be given extension to find the way
All living beings will have to perish
Reach to dead end and wait to be finished
My chances may be totally diminished
Yet I have pondered over much and wished
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Only Regret
Look of beggars just frighten me
They have full right to stand anywhere they feel free
Not that they are deprived of some essentials
But not given anything to live honorably for survival
I blame no one but only regret
The right to livelihood is for all and be let
No religion teaches any one to be kept starved
Yet they are in pathetic condition and not saved
What do I feel when I find them in front of church?
Have I to enter holy place and make search?
If he was inside then whom did I see outside?
I keep mum with tears in eyes and merely confide
I hear long call from top of the loud speaker
It is worship call to ask blessing for all seekers
But what do I see and find on beggar’s face?
He is not for anything big but only small things in case
Basically I found no difference
It was pronounced different sentence
I was well gifted with something to pull
He was denied with favor and looked helpless and fool
I carried silently for plight and hunger
It was mixed with sympathy and anger
Why a person should beg instead of praying?
Stand before holy place for little saying
Nothing changes except few deaths
We console only after laying wreaths
Beggars do stand there and disappear
Yes unknown disgrace creates fear
I can be in same place tomorrow
What would I do to address it or follow?
I have no answer to address its roots
Pray for only grace to walk on foot
Ask mercy for not happening same with you
You will not have strong will to go through
Not same feeling may be shown towards
You only beg with on the name some words
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Lovely beating heart
We have lovely beating pure heart
Injected by God and heavenly art
Only kindness to be shown and nothing to part
If we can show little with very good start
If poor see kindness in your eyes?
They have all thanks giving and nothing to ask why?
God himself is before in the form of ordinary woman
Blessed with divine power and caring for all human
No one is prepared to serve the destitute
We have no were to find such kind and noble institutes
It requires greater understanding with wider concept
Only service to render and always ready or very prompt
Flow of rushing river waters can be controlled
New and energetic disciples can be enrolled
Dams can be built across river and water can be stored?
But what about inner call to be acted upon and explored
Not all may go in for charity or good cause
They are not blinded by disbelief or paused
Some awakening efforts are needed to arouse
As heart is always ready to respond with no grouse
We are fortunate enough to have all facilities
To be kind or bear sympathy is very good quality
It is not an order from almighty to be his strict follower
But clear commandment not to go away or make it slower
You land a helping hand and see the gratitude?
Eyes may speak with altogether different attitude
They are not helpless but fallen out with favor and victims
We can visit them individually or making small teams
Share a piece of bread and you can save dead
Clear apathy and remorse for world is read
They want some to come and wipe their tears
They have undergone enough and now have worst fears
When they see young and able bodied with all the happiness
Their soul cries out a foul and discrimination is seen on face
They have no reason to curse but definitely question to ask
Why they were singled out on earth from His noble task
It is commonly said and believed too
All wrong does suffer here only and it is very true
There is no other world to decide their fate
So it is still good time left for not to be late
It is our social responsibility to respond
We are like fishes of different kinds in pond
We try to make it fresh and free from any stink
This can be made possible only if we trust in Him and think
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May rise again
Friends, All I read with great anguish
You are waging a battle for fight to finish
Still no hope of solution or end in sight
When tunnel will find its bright light
This all happening in our own land
Whom we then call foe or friend?
Our biggest enemy is in control of affair?
Where can we expect everything as fair?
I cry with pain and shed tears
Nothing more to side with you than to bear
We have vitiated the whole land with dishonor
I don't know what we are fighting for
Far flung areas suffer from neglect
We have not time to cater the need and act
All running in the name of God and almighty
What else to feel other than pity?
Though rich in culture and heritage
Still we live in tradition with old age
No one to care and no one to take forward
No means to live with any of the standard
I hear lot many stories for tortures
This can not be seen as bright future
What else do we have to nurture?
How can we make it fix tenure?
Still we live in prime age
Keep humans with chain and in cage
We have nothing to inscribe on the page
No desires left except to burn with rage
I will rise from the grave
I will be that much brave
But not when I am still alive
It is very difficult to survive and live
What to talk of freedom?
It appeals for nothing and heard seldom
It has lost its original charm
In freedom and liberty there is more harm
What will we live for our next generation?
Witness of prisons, ghettos or camps of concentration
Tortures and unbearable pain undergone or humiliation
Was this the award for hard efforts for alleviation?
I shall like to close the eyes and breathe last
It is pushing me to the corner very fast
I have no love left for hollow words
Staying in middle without looking forward or backward
The world has yet to witness the cruelty
It is attributed to our system which is faulty
How can one decide the fate of millions?
When they know nothing or have any liens?
I curse not for their negligence
But prefer to live with such ugly presence
Shall opt for no more violence
Life has become hell unbearable hence
*I may rise again from the grave*
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Tears Will Always Shed
tears will always shed,
when we're apart,
you'll never understand,
the pain I feel.
I'll always remember,
what I've been through,
especially when,
it comes to you.
I know it seems foolish,
but I thought it would be you,
to stand beside me,
and to wipe away my tears.
I know that it's hard,
just being there,
not knowing what,
to do or even think.
it happens to all,
that moment,
when we're at a loss,
for every word.
I'm sorry for everything,
all you've been through,
the broke. home,
and the lost hope.
but believe me when I say,
you'll turn out great,
you have a great mind,
with a heart in the right place.
you'll go far,
that I have no doubt,
you've got a great life,
that's waiting for you.
just go my dear,
and don't look back,
I'll always be here,
if you ever crack.
no matter how many,
tears I shed,
it means nothing,
without you there.
don't get me wrong,
I want you to always,
follow your dreams,
even if it means I break.
so good-bye,
just take those steps,
leave me here,
please my dear?
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For purpose
O lord, you created me for purpose
I have no reason to go in deep and suppose
I was meant to be unique and alone
I was not to pass it as lone
Being quiet should not be taken as light
In my own way I am obedient and right
Neither have I any urge to make scuffle and fight
Not any desire to prove them wrong or right
I preferred front so not to loose back
Lie always low so not to claim or stake
Dark complexioned but in no way suffering
Smiled a lot with lots of good will and offering
Assertive and bold in nature
I can clearly see the future
Love and not the hate must proclaim
I remain firm but quiet and calm
I am no more confused
Not surrendered but always refused
No to intidimation and arm twisting
To make point clear and always requesting
Eyes always shined and put a fine glow
I was determined to go ahead and grow
As natural river water quietly flow
I retain the hold and manage some how
Darkness always frightened me but not the color
I loved it as very dear to God and my mentor
I am lovely gift from the powerful almighty
I am fine blend of mankind with humanity
I do not believe in cursing
I feel and would love the healing or nursing
I may take it as divine chance to nurse the wounds
Joy and unseen happiness may always be there and found
I did not look around d to attract the attention
I never tried or requested for any mention
I was attentive when all were lost in surroundings
My dreams were in me and not rebounding
I know I may be disliked and hated
I never felt for it or lamented
I am not specially invented
I am the gift and certainly circumvented
I will not ask almighty for making me beautiful
He is with me as trusted friend and very faithful
At no stage I have lost faith but remained silent
There is nothing of any sort to complain or resent
I am stubborn today to face any onslaught
I have capability to earn without being fought
Though victimized for no fault of mine
I feel lovely creature and very fine
I am calm and believe in calmness
Whole nature is like that and so is universe
I call myself to be daughter of lord
Anything spoken for or against is His word
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With all the sympathy
A person is called saint if he has kindness with all the sympathy
He can claim then only as direct descendent of almighty
Or Messiah, messenger or for that respect an angel
At every inch you must look ordinary but with different angle
I have known or heard about many of such figures
They have worked for the humanity and reassured
About the human misery and risk involved for apathy
What work is to be taken up or followed to gain His sympathy?
Each work is evaluated and appreciated by God
Many might have lost favor as their soul stands sold
They are burden and living animal on earth
At each stage they live on but with the fear of death
To work under such difficult situation is Herculean task
No one may opt for it or readily go and ask
Some of the great souls are easily picked on earth
God has always created such situation without any dearth
Such a kind of saints have prevailed in present time
For the rescue of mankind with their known and committed crimes
Hardly anybody can undertake such enterprise
It is much to relief and to our surprise
It proves God's existence
We feel and experience His presence
He is omni present and in every individual
Only we fail to understand Him and take very casual
If some one works on charity or any kind of human service
That may be counted as noble cause and looked upon very nice
All kinds of help will be rendered and efforts lauded
His or her presence will be taken with high esteem and applauded
It is not done to gain international fame
It may involve great work and full of blames
Little slackness may invite lots of criticism
As it isli9nked with the work of humanism
Thousands of hands are raised in your well being
Prayers and congregations are held to praise and sing
Preaching is done so as to spread the kind and love message
The sick and ill fated souls are shown the way with passage
The services of poor may be remembered very long
It is not only the care and help but to stay among
Not showing mere finger for any work to be done
The far reaching impact will never be undone
Some of the names may be remembered by all
As they have responded with charity and humanitarian call
Anybody could do it without any assistance
But it has made some difference with their presence
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With Whole Universe
I will never be satisfied even with whole universe
I shall still beg from Him with sadness and tears
I would want never ending desire
Even if later on it goes on fire
Why is it so that I am always feeling incomplete?
Bestowed with full honor and respect when people come and greet
No, I don’t want any divine powers
I wish rain God should please and shower
I am fearful of almighty
I know he may feel on me only pity
He has given me eyes to enjoy beauty
And live as human being with devotion and duty
What will I get even if worry more?
Who knows there are terrible things in store?
How does it matter even if I wish sky to fall?
There won’t develop any hole in the wall
The cycle may go on endlessly
The time may pass and you will watch helplessly
It is satisfaction that has to be developed within
You may enjoy in loss a victory and win
You know very well that sky is the limit
Ambition is good thing but we must see to it
Whether it is attainable or within reach
Or else has to be merited on each
You may close eyes when time nears
It will be full of agony with tears
Not for the reason that you could do something
But wasted whole life for nothing
We see the huge palaces in dilapidated condition
It might have remained glorious with their ambitions
What was not in their hand is clearly seen today!
We can have little insight what would have been the right way
There is nothing wrong to aim high
The sky is the limit to fly
What we need today is clear vision?
Fine judgment with undisputed decision
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A pain of thorn
Oh, God I could feel the pain of thorn
I am at aghast to know how it could be worn.
The wounds all over and body completely torn
Was this the only thing when God father sent the baby to be born?
Anarchy, disbelief, injustice and torture prevailed
Fanatics ruled and religious practice curtailed
No safety for disciples and complete blockade
No hymns, no prayers and all congregations forbade
Was there any necessity for almighty to take birth on land?
Why did earth illuminate and bell rang on arrival with the bands?
Was it right signal for the mass to take a heave a sigh of relief?
Some divine soul was to take birth to strengthen their belief
How much we caused a pain and anguish?
We were hell bent upon for their life to be finished
We did not see kindness and love for mankind
On the contrary we ignored the teachings as blind
Thousands of years later still I feel the same pain of wound
I cry over each place when touch and find
Why cruel treatment was meted out when you were very kind?
Why all appeals felled on deaf ears and were rescinded?
Certainly they would have been most feared animals
Who would have definitely resented the divine spirit’s arrival?
Hell might have been let loose and terror unleashed
The earth might have turned red with lots of bloodshed
You bled all along but did not flee
You were for them an inspiration like big tree
You wanted to see whole world happy and free
Many still preferred to be blinded and refused to see
What have you left behind us as golden heritage?
Beautiful life to be lead happily in each stage
No room for complaints of any kind from true disciples
Simple ideals neatly woven and based on principles
Not a single word against wrong doers and torturers?
“God forbid them from doing it and turn into believers”
They are all human and forgive them for what they are doing
Spare them for completing their sins and prove later on something
I understand no logic behind
It is forget and forgive of natural kind
No one reacts to the bad things in bad way
This is what we have been taught to keep away
Tears drops from my eyes as I try to memorize
Endless sufferings perpetrated and organized
How could you endure such a pain smilingly?
Here we are not prepared even to share happiness willingly?
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Cry For You
Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears
I've watched you grow through all these years
I can't comfort you, I don't know how
Though I wish to stop your pain right now
You're tears are refused their right to shed
Your thoughts are locked inside your head
You are imprisoning all of your emotions
I watch you just going through the motions
Water from my eyes begins to dropp
Because I can't make your pain stop
You won't show weakness, you'd prefer to be dead
So during your pain, your tears for you I'll shed
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Tears
Eyes are adored by everyone
but tears have their own tale to tell
understands none, the anguish & pain
of tears that are confined to the cell.
Flow of tears lightens one
none, call it shock
dropp of a tear is heartache
repressing tears, anger’s knock.
Sensitivity makes tears to flow
heartless has no tears to show
absence of tears making redundant, as it should
youthfulness and charming childhood.
Naked is the truth, tears make us weep
a lover for beloved, one loves so deep
mother’s feelings bring pearl like tears
sowing emotions, tears we reap.
Pointless, to shed tears for nothing
never squander tears for everything
tears denote emotional distress
a famine, a quack or extreme stress.
Imprisoned tears whenever freed
none is left who doesn’t grieve
shed the tears, but of happiness
and cheerfully, not of sadness.
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A cry from poor
id you ever hear the silent cry from the poor?
Have you ever seen them begging from door to door?
Do they want mercy or few words of sympathy?
We are often blessed with fortune from almighty
We are living under open sky with vast horizon?
Though we have divided land into many zones
There are large palaces and simple huts too
There is wide scale disparity and it is true
The ocean remain silent and calm
It remains wide spread and cause no harm
How much wealth remain hidden in belt?
Is there any necessity of having it ever felt?
We run after wealth like mad dog
Who knows when there will be burst in fog?
When the misfortune or disaster may take us by surprise?
We all still involve in rendering hollow promises
There is enough power in wealth and fame
We do anything and feel no shame
The other human beings are seen with scant respect
We have no time to look back and introspect
We out cry against pain an d hunger
Still there remains wide spread danger
We have so much wealth and glamour
Still we keep ill will, hatred and harbor
We are under long siege and captivity
We clearly know the implications and utility
Still we shed no tears for the less privileged
We live under illusion and act as cleverly managed
How many more may be suffering?
How many may have sympathy but still differing?
What do they think and act for their welfare?
Is it taken as one time gesture as fun fare?
The cold and hunger may take many more lives
We may render lip service and strive
Who may come forward to help and stand by?
Who will extend the help and willingly try?
The rain dazzle and increase the plight
The poors suffer with nothing to write
Helpless eyes with prayers and mercy
Who else may feel for them and feel pity?
Ground the ears and try to catch the current
There is some movement and signal is sent
The lava may erupt at any time and place
The human beings may be wiped out from race
Proudly feel but leniently lend the aid
So many words are often nicely said
It is our duty and moral commitment
We need to help them for the moment
Take the oath and pray for moral support
Nice thoughts and sympathy with good efforts
It may assuage the feelings and create hope for survival
It may be a noble step and attempt for revival
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Civilization may.........
Civilizations may emerge fresh and vanish
Remains may be found later on but not finish
Excavations may shed some light on glorious past
There may be some reasons for its extinctions very fast
How does nation emerge with historical traditions?
Deep rooted love for holy land without condition
Every citizen ready to shed blood for its pride and honor
All to defend irrespective of old or young major or minor
Nation may remain within secured boundaries
It may have all the prosperity with big industries
Peace and stability may still elude the nation
Other neighbors may not like to have good relations
How can sentiments and attachments remain intact without identity?
Stable nation with strong defense is all call of the day and necessity
Nation can only prosper and rise with strong and resolute action
We the people of nation has every right to defend without any reaction
Can any nation prosper without popular support?
Is it not essential to live as one nation with good rapport?
Does then any nation may you look towards you for any weak spot?
I think they will refrain from any mad misadventure and dare not
It will be great shame if we have to live under constant fear
It will be living death if constantly agony and pain we have to bear
Nation will pass through identity crisis and suffer with humiliation
To live under shame may add insult and find no reconciliation
It is right said “don’t ask what country is doing for you”
But ask “what you are doing for the country”
It has deep meaning in it and quiet sensible thought behind
Any nation can’t afford to go without it and reasonably find
No nation can advance and have identity of its own
If it has no clear policy and stand clearly known
At least people of other nations may look toward with a respect
They will think twice before and enter into pact
Ancient civilizations were knows for its tolerance
“Live and let others live” was slogan free from any interfearence
This always formed corner stone of policy
Liberty and freedom were not the words from mighty
Liberal thoughts must prevail and message should go across
Let there be the free world with liberty thoughts and no threats to pose
No intimidation of any sort with mutual territorial integrity in tact
Let there be free flow of people to uphold the humanity in fact
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Magnificent Way
Love to live in magnificent way
Nothing should detract us or take away
Let us see only those beautiful things
To play important role for something new
World is full of agony and pain
Sometimes you may think in terms of loss or gain
But there is lot more to forgo or pick
God wishes to all and no hatred for animals even with kick
Have merciful eyes with full of compassion
Readiness on our part for guilt admission
Surrender to almighty in prayers with humble submission
Taking note of no irrelevant things with confusion
Love is memorable and touches deep in heart
It is God gift and not deceiving art
You can have it any time but not from the mart
Will have to prepare for sacrifice part by part
Love is only beautiful thing we have free of cost
It is rarest of rare available but not willingly sought
Everybody is aware of and realize the importance
But we take it casually and take no chance
You are supposed to lead wonderful and decent life
Many innocent people are done to death with the use of knife
Some are murdered in broad day light with no mercy
What will we be answering when asked by almighty?
Pain should never be caused even by our ignorance
It should be relieved even if we come to know by chance
Real beauty of life lies there in relieving little bit if possible
Otherwise life is full of agony, pain and with struggle
The biggest curse will be committing breach of trust
What can be ideally suited for and what can be must?
This is one of the most important factor and taken into account
Behavior sans trust can be considered as attitude for hell bound
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An assassin's bullet
Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?
Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise
Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race
Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days
I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity
All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?
We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness
I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?
I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?
Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter
Who has generated hate campaign and ceaselessly maintained?
Why so many bodies lay scattered all over as stained?
What does it speak of natural understanding and true religion?
Why is it spreading its wings in other regions?
We all express true allegiance to written words
We inherit the substance and look forward
As whole world lay before us for embrace
We critically ignore the fact for the gloom to face
As we stand on the brink of disaster?
No solution is sought after
We have reached zero tolerance
No possibility is expected in near future hence
There will be rebirth of another messiah
Who will bear the burnt and lay down the life
We may then lament the fall of star
What otherwise would have been achieved without war?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This World Is Magic
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
Rainbows in the sky
This world is magic to me
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
We need peace on earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is magic
This world is magic to me
This world is magic
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
We need peace on Earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is what we share
The nature and the air
Life could be paradise
Eternal peace is what we need
To live in harmony
For human history
Pray for a better world
When you close your eyes again
Planet Earth, that's the name of my place
I'm born in this world, in the entire space
Planet earth, is my home, is my face
Follow your trace embrace this human race
In case, there's a new decade in human history
I'm talking about respect this is my destiny
Feel free, and stop running away
From the doubt in your mind,- never fade to grey
Planet Earth, gentle and blue
Then cold as a rock, or ice without a hue
Planet earth, made out of dust
A big ball of metal, condemn to rust
Pray, let your soul be free
Find out how to heal a bleeding wound don't stand around
Life could be paradise, peace on earth is what I found
All around in a magic world from the air to the ground
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Oh, almighty
Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years
If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody
You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet
Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings
The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose
Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move
When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet
It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact
You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity
It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best
What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse
No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed
The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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