A matter of pride
It is matter of greatest pride
I say it proudly with no emoions to hide
I have national logo on my back
There should ne no controverysy to rack
What else can be the greatest moment?
When proudly you an claim national movement?
It can be in any parts of the world
No one should blow it hot and cold
The local sentiments are attached
Completel attention is properly catched
One feels soproud in this critical moment
This is worth try for ties to cement
Who can claim the sons of soil?
Who go all out for welfare and evil design to foil
Ready for any sacrifice even at personal cost
This is the criteria needed very most
One can lay a life while defending motehrland
The task later on is difficult to manage on hand
The liberty and freedom is endangered by some forces
That is main sacred task to be taken by new faces
Nothing prevents you from doing it if you remain on guard
You have nothing else than to march forward
One word here or one word there
It matters less so long you hold it firmly here
The world may watch it with keen interest
You got to deliever it at your best
The youngsters may follow and complete the rest
It is nicest things to do on earth for any test
You may have no pridest moment other than this
If you fail to catch then you may certainly miss
There won’t be any chance again to pick the threads
It may cost you dearly for your freedom and bread
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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National sentiments
Beautiful universe is divided in to continents
All its nationals are driven by pure sentiments
There is flare up or riots on slight pretexts
Bitterness takes place when quoted out of context
Neighbors take sometimes take to pitched battle
It is do or die game for them not to settle
Their anger and rage may boil like tea in kettle
It may sometimes led to skirmishes and prove fatal
It is definitely a live game to demonstrate
Peace, harmony and co-existence to state
Brotherhood signal to come out and vibrate
Its impact is very hard and difficult to narrate
Why national interest is allowed to rise to certain level?
Why sport spirit is killed only for the players to excel?
Is it not totally commercialized to hurt the national pride?
Why do we still very hard to camouflage and hide?
We take pride in our cultural heritage and acclaim
It is the best in world and proudly claims
We go on extending it beyond the national boundary
This is great achievement and can’t be considered as ordinary
We find so much in common but still remain at loggerhead
Our sentiments are hurt and find it difficult to lead
What remains to be seen is how can we pick the thread and lead?
We can read happiness on faces and its can be seen and read
Nation can raise its head and proudly show
To the world how best we can live together and grow?
Counter the offensive and challenges openly thrown
To protect the rear guard and all the responsibilities to own
The greatness lies in not throwing the challenge
It is best how you come out of it and manage
We have lived through centuries with age
We must shed narrow tendencies and come out of the cage
National pride can be salvaged only through brotherhood
To give and take respect with honor from the neighborhood
To run for the rescue and aid is the only call of humanity
Nothing goes well if you continue to harbor hostility
As you consider the national pride of very much importance
So do others for their motherland and go for insistence
Nothing is at stake if we don’t speak louder but act
Do nothing which infuriate others and force them to react
Mother and motherland is supreme in our opinion
We may have strong bond and close lien
It must strengthen the bond an d not impair
Situation should no be allowed to go out hand beyond repair
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Act as defender
Who can act as defender of holy land?
Who will come forward for sacrifice and raise the hands?
Is it the sacred soil that you are prepared to defend?
Will it be the lip services and you mean to pretend?
It has always remained great honor in defending the motherland
How many people have shed their blood in defending the fatherland?
It is our glorious past that keeps on striking the mind all the way
It is national honor and pride that we may protect and have no other sway
The basic question is who will rise and revolt?
The assault may be all of sudden and may come as blue from bolt
this can be countered effectively with fine resolve,
if we are ready to go to any extent with the aim to solve
There are enemies outside and from within
They form invisible line and firmly set in
There main task is to sabotage the peace talk
Wreck the economy and wait for cake walk
It is easy to flat the enemy on ground
There may be some separate ways and it has to be found
The enemy may strike from within by remaining invisible
They may breach the defense line and force us to be defensible
How do we arouse the national feeling?
How many may come forward from their own and willing?
Will it not be called a significant move to attain martyrdom?
Will it not be considered a token prize for preserving freedom?
Will it not a weakening sign if we fail to respond to a call?
The enemy may be waiting to get in to break the wall
It may be their pre plan to catch us off the guard
It is known practice and procedure very standard
You may loose your precious life and perish
The war may not come an end easily or finish
it may be their grand design and simple wish
We are loosing everything and chances simply diminish
Let right thinking poets come forward,
Let them not wait for any trophy or reward,
Time may tell about your contribution for struggle
Your pen may strike and enemy may face the trouble
Everybody should raise banner with single voice,
Who ever is there must have other choice
the sky should be limit and eagles should dare
Enemy should be wiped out and found no where
There may be cause and enough reasons
The nation may pay homage for brave sons
It is the history that speak well of martyrs
Eyes always down and eyes full of tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This Is The Moment
This is the moment
This is the day
This is the moment
When I know
I am on my way
Every endeavor
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
This is the moment
This the time
When the momentum
And the moment
are in rhyme
Give me this moment
My precious chance
I'll gather up my best
And make some sense atlast
This is the moment
When all I've done
All of the dreaming,
scheming
And screaming
becomes one
This is the day,
Just see it shine
When all that I have lived for
Becomes mine
This is the moment
This is the hour
When I can open up,
Tomorrow
like a flower
And put my hand to
Everything I plan to
Fulfill my grand desire
See all my stars align
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won't look back
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment
Of them all
This is the moment
So double the odds
This day or never
I'll sit forever
with the gods
When I look back
I will recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment of them all.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Task
If I say that I can then I know that I will
Or I will do the best that I can
I will try to prevail, where others had fail
At the job or task that I had began.
The work that I do or the task I accept
It will become the job that must be done
It I will try to complete, as that of any job or feat
As I will always finish what I have begun.
I will not ignore the task that I have undertaken
It will become my objective and my pride
I will do my best, just like the rest
And from that work I shall never hide.
If I say that I can then I know that I must
As I have given my word and my oath
The task will be finished, my ethics replenished
And never will I brag or boast.
When finished I will move to my very next task
With a determination and a blistered hand
My mind will be ready, my nerves will be steady
Because if I know that I will, I know that I can.
RANDY L.McCLAVE
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Remembrance Sunday 2001
That war word, has been given meaning yet again,
As we meet in the shadow of the twin towers
Seeking to remember those who died
In what seems so long ago, freedom remains illusive.
Freedom from fear, freedom to speak, freedom to worship.
So on this day, we say our thanks, with gratitude
To the names etched here long ago.
Remember with pride the sacrifice they made for us
Remember to the young who fight today
To keep that flame of freedom lit
Throughout our world, for all people
Remember to that single sacrifice
On a hill outside Jerusalem,
The one who called the world to love
Whose words inspire today’s, humanity
To seek that which is the ultimate power
To love your neighbour as yourself
The greatest challenge of all.
To become powerless, in a world
That seeks for power by domination
poem by James Tipp
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A rare feat
A clock is clicking towards zero hour
Time can’t belong to any finest hour
It has to move on with another message
Clearing the way and guide for safe passage
It may click somewhere for ending of marathon race
I shall be able raise my head with grace
There will be satisfaction reflected on my face
It is glorious moment too finish the race in case
It was easy task to finish the article in limited space
Many threads were to be interwoven and traced
How could that be finished was matter of time
It was never a problem but concern prime
One is always gripped with fear if something goes wrong
He has fear of staying alone for a long
Something is needed to carry it along
A resolve to carry on with very sweet song
There may come many ups and down
I shall always smile and never frown
I shall hold them to chest and never disown
I consider them very dear and precisely own
I shall stand along amidst crisis
I shall not advance any theory or thesis
It will grant me full honor with integrity
I realize the situation with gravity
I stand to gain lot of things
I may be given powerful wings
I can spread the message and sing
I may be there to rule as mighty king
I shall sail through the big storm
I may have full freedom to roam
I can say with pride that I did this
There won’t be any chance to miss
Time provides us space and breath
It may be with us till our death
We must continue with same spirit
Go on the path even if it is dimly lit
Nothing can stop us from going ahead
We are being given opportunity to lead
Be calm and cool with presence of mind
Rest all will be cake walk and easy to find
I read, reread and decide the course
I have to go ahead with object of course
Nothing can be extracted by imposition or force
There has to be end some where with truce
There may not be end to our desire
We may want people always to admire
It is weakness and prevalent in human being
It has same condition for joker in the ring
I shall rejoice if admitted to fame hall
It may be greatest moment for pride’s call
One may not look back with sad feeling
It has to be there if one is ready and willing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unwanted Afreen
Three months old Afreen
A baby girl to a mother in teen
Was done to death as her father was keen
In having a baby boy, leading to this troubling scene
What did this baby girl do wrong
To face such a punishment deadly strong
Her mistake was only to have been borne
To a father who for a boy did long
Indian independence is at stake
As we recall Gandhi's statement that India can claim the real cake
Of freedom only if a woman has the courage to take
Up walking alone in the street even in midnight stark
We, Indians need to redefine
Our freedom only when we stop making design
To kill a female fetus even in confine
And not to do away with her by any chance she comes out fine
Let us come out of social stigma attached to this gender
She only gave you birth and all that you needed while in tender
She saw you grow and miss not a chance to wonder
At your growth and her love to you worth a ponder
Not that you do not need a son
But a daughter is no less to him and as a person
She will love you far beyond your horizon
And will always love you despite your qualities awsome
Let this be the last time
We hear such a henious crime
Taking away the life of a girl at prime
Let us vow to support the fair gender's claim
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Freedom
For freedom you and I enjoy.
At the cost of blood and tears.
Of those warriors all.
Who stand in harm’s way.
What compensation
must be petitioned?
To satisfy the toll
of those who gave so much.
To some merely a word.
A word tossed loosely around.
To use and abuse
over and over for personal gain.
What would our country be
without it’s freedom?
How much torment
would we suffer?
How much would we lose?
If no one stood fast
to check evil’s tide?
Our freedom protect it well.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Freedom
To free from bondage is called freedom
It is born out of struggle and wisdom
It can be armed struggle, uprising or mutiny
Its impact can be felt far off or near vicinity
It is collective and not single handedly fought
Not only involves liberation but freedom of thought
Clear vision with real goal is pursued and sought
Secure boundary is created and peace is brought
People might have suffered and under gone anguish
Pushed in jails for untold sufferings and to languish
Losses of precious human lives and resolve to perish
As freedom is not won in a single day or finished
It is holy task to liberate the land from foreign yoke
Continuous hard struggle and not a matter of joke
Many countries may not support cause and poke
They may thwart the movement under thick smoke
Freedom once won must be preserved with care
Affairs to be managed with no option to go any where
First, house should be put in order to make it reality
To meet people’s aspirations and work in unity
Hard won freedom should not be lost for silly reason
One should know the meaning of freedom of expression
It is of no use if we don’t come out of economic slavery
Country may loose independence despite bravery
Nobody is refugee here and it is home for all
National building poverty elimination should be call
Universal brotherhood and world peace should be the motto
Nobody should be deprived of life and sent or to ghetto
Freedom is won on certain ideals and principles
It may be hard for others to accept and act as disciples
Nothing should be allowed to run or go as contrary
Nation should represent truly and find place as honourary
Freedom should not to be compromised at any cost
Ideology may differ but national interest as super most
World should count on us as true friend and champion
Should have respectable position in affairs of the region
Even if as a power there should be honour for sovereignty
Help to poorer amongst poor and respect for integrity
Freedom and liberty can be enjoyed with grant of rights
End to hostilities and strong resolve to end fights
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A waka waka waka
“To shine “meaning Waka, waka, waka
Well thought over terms in South Africa
All countries assembled there for sports meet
Not to go off line at all and ready to greet
World sport lovers meet is staged
Everything is beautifully arranged
Fine display of sports spirit
There is high hope with glimmering light
Sport spirit is flying high and show is well managed
Enough care is taken to improve upon and relation not damaged
It is unique gathering on large scale to make it grand success
Whole world watches it on screen with planned approach and access
It is difficult to take care of national sentiments
The crowd remains active and offer encouragement with comments
It is hard and difficult task to control the out burst with patience
Light flare up can lead to unnecessary scuffle and jeopardize session
It is national pride and befitting status to stage show on such large scale
World comes closer like sea and allowing movements for giants like whale
Every athlete or team is in it self is a complete composition
It enhances he pride and elevates the prestige for nation
It is well know fact that sports bind nations together
Hostility is completely forgotten and no one bothers
You may find high tempo running among nations to score outright win
It is of course do or die battle but situation can be win or no win
The host country may earn in millions
The total viewers may exceed in trillions
Above all it is great get together and biggest union
World may soon to realize how best to live in cohesion
The sport light taken across continent conveys the message
The international peace and brotherhoods have clear passage
The countries may be fighting bitterly for ages
It will great achievement if they forget for moment and manage
You may not love to each other if no chance is afforded
Peace and stability can’t exist if proper honor is not accorded
It has got no meaning if sentiments are allowed to run high
It may damage national honor if flag is not allowed to fly
The world sport can bring nations together in true sense
It is biggest challenge and there is necessity for its presence
World have to adopt peaceful co-existence for survival
Misery, distrust and disasters can’t be greeted on their arrival
“Waka waka” to shine and make other to feel very fine
Let people enjoy every moments when they assemble to dine
It is glorious moment to have its implications very far
World may come closer even though some of them may at war
Waka is African term meaning “to shine”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Feel the Moment
Feel the moment
And be present.
Smell the aroma of the moment
And never show that you are absent.
Feel the moment
The moment of dialogue
The moment of possibilities
The moment of expectation.
The moment of love.
Grab the moment
Treasure it as a priceless jewel
Claim it as a great gift
Hold it as your very own.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Love Is The Price
RAP 1:
BABY'S IN THE PARLOUR
WAITING FOR THE RAIN
BEATING LIKE A HAMMER
WASHING OUT HER PAIN
CLEARING LIKE THE ONE
SEVEN YEARS AGO
WHEN HER FIRST BIG LOVE
MELTED LIKE SNOW
BACK THEN SHE DOUBET
IF SHE WOULD EVER FIND A MAN
WHO COULD LOVE HER THAT WAY
THE SAME WAY AGAIN
AND JUST WHEN SHE THOUGHT
SHE'S LIVING IN VAIN
THE MAN OF HER DREAMS
CAME LIKE THE RAIN
REFRAIN:
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK
EVERYTHING IS LOST
LOVE WILL BE YOUR PRICE
AND I KNOW I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING
YES I KNOW I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
RAP 2:
THEY SPOKE ABOUT HER DREAMS
THEY SPOKE ABOUT LOVE
THEY SPOKE ABOUT THE THINGS SHE WAS SO AFRAID OF
HE HAD THE KEY-WORD
FOR EVERYTHING SHE FELT
SO IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG
TILL HE GOT HER NAILED
PIN ONE'S HOPE ON SOMEONE ELSES LIFE
AND ALL YOUR DREAMS
WILL HURT YOU LIKE A KNIFE
SHE SOON GOT LOST
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
REFRAIN:
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK
EVERYTHING IS LOST
LOVE WILL BE YOUR PRIZE
AND I KNOW I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING
YES I KNOW I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
RAP 3:
SHE DIDN'T TRUST THAT VERY FIRST MAN
TO COME INTO HER LIFE TRYING TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT NOBODY EVER COULD BEFORE
HE ONLY MADE HER SEE
THERE IS SOMETHING MORE
TO LEARN ABOUT FREEDOM
TO LEARN ABOUT LOVE
TO HANDLE ALL THE THINGS SHE WAS SO AFRAID OF
TO ALWAYS FOLLOW WHAT SHE REALLY FELT INSIDE
EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE
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Freedom Is Never Free
They tell me
'Freedom is never free.'
I know that-
More than most realize.
Freedom cost us more
Than we should have to give.
Freedom cost us blood.
It cost us the lives
Of our fathers,
Our sons,
Our brothers.
But while freedom is never free,
Remember-
It has been bought at great price,
And so is a thing of great value.
We must defend it,
From those who would take it away.
The defense of our freedoms
Will cost us-
More than we wish to pay.
But we must pay, to defend,
For if we try to make freedom free,
We forget-
True freedom is never free.
poem by James Grengs
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Monstrous to the Core
For Russia or any nation state
To 'claim' the North Pole to itself
Is monstrous. The riches of
The natural world
Are Heritage to us all -
Humanity, the other creatures
Of the earth and air and sea -
To be guarded with great diligence
And managed carefully
For the welfare of us all.
Yes, to claim a piece of earth
For one tribe, clan or gang,
Species, or National Artifice
Is monstrous to the core
And one of many things
This marvellous, morally able
Sapient species
Should have outlawed to itself
A long, long time ago.
poem by Frank Bana
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Day On Battlefield
It was a day on battlefield
Fierce battle was on and ground firmly held
'Not an inch of holy land must be occupied'
At any cost by enemy and must be repulsed
We were told only previous day to move
To go in for search drive and remove
If they were found any where near our post
To throw them back from their foot holds at any cost
Country was at war with lots of anxiety
Enemy was intending to capture and ready
To occupy the land and then stake the claim
For lost territories in past as sole aim
Youngsters were told to enlist for military services
They were reminded of their duty and promises
'To uphold the dignity and integrity' as sacred mission
There was no other option left but to halt transgression
We were firmly dug in when one shell came near by and exploded
It had devastating effect and near by land was deeply holed
We doubled the power of mortar and hurled grenades at troops
They were inching forward to foil our attempts and stop
'Water, water' I heard the somebody's voice in pain
The mortar had shattered his legs when he tried to gain
There was immense fire power and I had to concentrate
I rushed to him to provide some water much to the risk of my fate
'Hold back' came the instruction from the command post
Consolidate and regroup as it is warranted and must
We understood the scene and gravity of the situation
There was no fun in holding it bravely for continuation
I saw clear death in his eyes as the time was running out
I was not in position to render any help but to turn about
He was my helplessness and told me to go back without a moment
I withdrew with all ammunitions but till the date I silently resent
The war was over and we were all safe when final counting was over
We were firmly in control of holy land and had provided safe cover
There was nothing much be done except to cry over dead comrades
There were true sons of land but now had gone away and faded
I dropp few tears silently when go for any celebration
It is more holy to have the peace than to live with strained relations
Who benefits from the destruction and sale of weapons?
Super powers gain as it is immaterial lost the ground or won?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Patriotic once in a year
I claim to be patriotic once in a year
So many people may disbelieve and refuse to hear
It will ring them a danger signal in the ears
Still I say it emphatically to all my near and dear
I am no stranger to golden history of independence
For sow many years we remained under dominance
I am being poisoned repeatedly by the current trend
I have no more scope to improve or make amend
I feel shy of calling my forefathers idiots or stupid
Had it been known to them, they would have not made any bid?
Or laid down arms and lives for gaining freedom?
I have gone through complete history but came across seldom
Had I known for ever that it will be made only Government function?
I would have opted for making presence in any desolate junction
There at least I could have breathed freedom with free air
Can any one claim today that participation in such function is fair?
I salute to all those who consider mother land as more precious than heaven
I could have still considered less fortunate to take part even
My soul feels pinch of salt to hear the ill treatment of dependents of martyrs
It all drains my energy out and compels me to tire
I am for sure they will be remembered only for today
If they do not then they will be hackled for all the days
They have found all the escape routes to malign war veterans
Why do they want to share all plight and agony with concern?
I know it has been won after great sacrifice and struggle
I too know it well that it was barbaric and rule of jungle
Still they have spared some bright history behind
We nothing as such in store today to find
Even as on today we remember less all past glorious kings
Even from history we pick up the name of traitors and remember
How many such traitors we find in our free land as of date?
The history of independence is of recent times and not very late
We have mastered the art of laundering national wealth
We can play havoc with nourishment food and health
We can temper with judiciary and even holy constitution
With What respect I raise my head and claim part of institution?
I can compromise national interest for paltry some
If not war booty then cut back money can be received very handsome
If I fail to catch the nerves of my country men with their plight
How can I claim to be patriotic or even feel part or sensibly right?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In This Moment
In life there comes a moment when all things are made clear, and my clarity is in this moment.
In this moment I know that I want to live the rest of my life beside you.
In this moment I know I want to start my own branch on my family tree with you.
In this moment I know that I love you.
So as I take your hand and gaze into your eyes I know that this moment is the right moment to ask you to be my wife.
Now, before you say yes think because if you do our life together forever begins
in this moment.
On Finding the The Holy Bible
O God,
If I had found the bible earlier,
How much better it would have been for me!
I wouldn’t have been the kind of guy I’d been
In yester-years, when I was just a lad;
If I had found the bible earlier,
I could have been a much better person
Than what I am just now, in middle-age!
Anyway, Lord, I’m happy I had found
The sacred book at least now; O help me
To read each word and every line clearly
And understand its meaning properly;
And follow instructions given by You,
All through the rest of my life religiously.
And spread the Gospel to the world of men
Remaining ignorant of the one God,
The one, living, Most high and Creator
Of Universe; of things known and unknown.
Whose love alone has given us human form;
With soul and semblance to His own image!
We live on earth and every moment passed,
All by Your kindness, blessings, love and care.
God, help me remember the lines by heart,
Reproduce them spontaneously for life,
So that, I can never sin anymore,
Nor go astray from the Road to Heaven!
O Lord,
The Holy Bible is my food and drink
To my soul, long athirst and hungry;
And yearning for peace and eternal rest,
And freedom from a mad, material world!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-6-2006
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I Pledge
I pledge allegiance to national flag
Let there be any attempt to tarnish the image or drag
It shall remain super most in my mind
I am not novice so not to understand and go blind
How many people have shed their blood for motherland?
How many might have perished in foreign land
For upholding the national pride and honor
What might have they expected in return for?
I am for sure many might have perished unsung?
No national anthem might have been aired or sung
Yet we owe our head in their honor for brave front
This is what all citizens expect from soldiers or want
Today we are free country with all liberal thoughts
On national front we have undergone sufferings when fought
No one wanted any material benefit but only free air
Have we given them what they wanted as fair share?
Motherland is compared to a beautiful and sacred lady
Love and respect shown for all the time from everybody
No one can think of harming national interest?
It is expected and desired even more as best
We have forgotten our past
We have lost the trust
Our head bows down in shame
Where to go and whom to blame?
The beautiful lady, motherland we call, is torn apart
She has been taken off cloths and divided in parts
Who can claim they have national interest at heart?
Can any one think of making again a noble start?
No, nothing will be done
Past golden days are for memory to remain
Flowers will laid as mark of respect once in year
Everybody is afraid and gripped of fear
We are killing our own brethrens
Poor are dying everyday without much concern
This is welfare state we enshrined?
Was that the show for later on to be fined?
We have created position to corner the wealth
Compromised with nature and helped to deteriorate health
It is world boxing match to attract more people
To pay for the show and invite more trouble
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A thought for self
How one can evaluate one’s self?
How pearl can be valued if put all the time in shelf?
It has to be put to test for assessment
It must meet favorable or adverse comment
It is how one get prominence
There is necessity hence
It has got bearing on our movement
One should feel very proud at the right moment
You can assert your self with authority
There must be clear move with clarity
It is not mechanical life that has to be pursued
We must judge the events that are ensued
One can go to any extent for the realization
There is no end to it or saturation
It can be over stretched to its limit
No one will ever give clean chit
Go and plan your action in constructive way
You may succeed and have positive say
What else you need to over come the drawbacks?
Shape the destiny even if you have to impose or crack
I am early riser with sun’s entry
All actions to follow with mind almost free
I try to remain as close as possible
With HIS blessings I remain stable
My day starts with HIS prayer,
Dark sides close their reign and open bright layer,
Birds fly in the sky and come on the roof top
It is their daily routine which continues non-stop,
Mild Sun rays fall on closed eyes and face
Struggle and thoughts and ready for race
Ground is ready and prepare for embrace
So the human beings too run from place to place
Their main concern to stay long on the scene
Continuous efforts are on and can be easily seen
It is for the survival and not to be lost
It has to be attained at any cost
I am not the different person from them
Every joyous moment please me and overwhelm
I shall be there to face the moment
Watch every steps with single movement
Day may have it’s up and down
Not so worried if people frown
I will have to wait till seeds are sown
To surface on scene as fully grown
Day may end with success or failure,
I may have full satisfaction and that is for sure
When I lay on bed with days thoughts
I may seriously assess about the battles fought
There is no room for deviation from course
It has to be met with success of course
What can prevent us from going ahead
If we plan properly and peacefully lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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