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I can’t be silent spectator
Thought I may be considered insignificant factor
The world is stage for new actors
Many may be lost and fewer may emerge as victors

How to shut the eyes and not look around?
Agony, pain and shame only found
It seems unhealthy and not sound
The battle is really lost on the ground

We havee lost the compelte morale
We have no fresh air to inhale
All polluted thoughts and things to for sale
Even waters unsafe in sea for whales

Nature has turned unruly
We are suffering ttuely
We may have nothing to preserve as heritage
We are loosing gain and clear advantage

We have tow ait for only destruction
This is clear indication with instruction
Either fall in line with or parish
You may only witness tragic finish

We are proving irresponsible
The gain is not made convertible
We damage more and recover less
It is difficult task to face

Earthquakes, flloods and jungle fire has become common
It is clear warning and direct summons
It was never before in the past
We disintegrating very fast

Sea waters are polluted
Human values are diluted
Yur voice is muffled or muted
Innocents are punished and executed

Where do we stand on today?
Is there left no ther way?
Are we really proving non-sernse value?
Does it require seond thinking or review?

I think we need some correction
Every word must speak of some action
It is our plannet and must be made beautiful
The sources are plenty and very useful

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A Pain to Clear to Me

I see the pain in this world
The pain of ages so far away
I see the pain of lives been twirled
The world's too much for them today
For when a friend is so lost
All you see is the pain
His happiness dulled by the frost
Of thinking the same thought in the rain
Wondering why in the world you're gone
A question clear on his face
For wondering when he did you wrong
While he locks his door so he can pace
Back and Forth, Back and Forth
The answer to far off to hear
Back and Forth, Back and Forth
Not from the pain, but from the fear
The fear of thoughts where you disappear

So come home now from the long road you've found
Come back to him and you will see.
It's not too late to turn around
For what he wants is himself to be
The one you wrap your arms around
He fights a battle atop the mound
To follow your voice, the only sound
He says music is what sound feels like
A saying as wise as true
But for him it needs not be this pike
The pain of loosing you
That's pierced his heart and left it bleeding
The one that's turned his sun to rain
The pain of you and him no longer meeting
Of having to go to pace again
So come home now from where you've been
Come home now, Come back to him.

poem by John Dillenger II
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No Voice

There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.

15 September 2009

poem by David Harris
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Human-nature relation

The Sun is beaming direct ultra rays
Sea waves rising and blocking the ways
Moon is hiding face with no cool shine
Nothing seems to be going very fine

Sudden change is causing alarm
Snow bound areas are turning warm
Greenery is disappearing along with farms
You don’t feel warmth when embraced by arms

Glaciers are melting with floods so common
Volcanoes erupt with force all of sudden
Earthquakes take toll with so much destruction
Human error tragedies too………………..

Nothing is going on in normal way
Nature is infuriated with complete sway
She has been naked by uprooting trees
Natural holocaust is asking for free

Spreading of virus and birth of new diseases
Human misery doesn’t stop or never ceases
What we are waiting for on earth to witness?
All able bodied human beings with weakness

We may loose complete natural resources
Helplessly we may watch all destructive forces
Nothing will be left to cry or lament upon
We may be digging grave for our own

Poisonous snakes and animals rush to population
Human hunt by them is on rise with escalation
We are inching forward for complete annihilation
This has got direct bearing on human-nature relation

How to protect and preserve our natural heritage?
Do we consider nature and its source as vintage?
Is nature loosing its prominence and advantage?
Let there be any thing but it has got an edge

It is still not late to act with honest intention
We must act fast for its loss or prevention
We may survive if nature is protected
Go for remedies or plugging holes if detected

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Early warning

Are you not frightened by looking at this picture?
This is not for today but indication for coming future
Have we not deceived our mother earth and brought havoc?
Natural wealth is fast depleting and running out of stock

Tress can show displeasure by looking barren
Ponds can show it by going dry even
But it is very difficult to guess mentality of human being
What a level to lower and disasters to bring?

Nature gives an early warning for any of the consequences
Volcano may make its intent known as it is not by chance
Cyclone sends early warning with prior arrival rain and storms
Human mind acts with connivance and doesn’t even warn

We are facing natural wrath as cycle has completely changed
Sea level is rising fast with alarm and becomes mismanaged
River waters bring untold sufferings and add to the woes
This is how our misery is multiplying and goes

We face the world with two way deception
On one side we make drive for forestation
And on the other side allow for deforestation
Eco balance is thus disturbed and making way for destruction

Green forest land is set on fire
Human greed has expanded to acquire
All forest land for cultivation and use
Leaving behind suicidal notes for us to choose

Time is yet within our hands
We must think fresh change our trend
Nature must be preserved at any cost
Else everything on earth may be lost

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let us see through reasons
There is no use blaming the persons
We are solely responsible for all sins
This has been on and continuously seen

What do we want to give to our next generation?
Secure future or ridden with lots of questions?
It has to be addressed with great concern
Tide will definitely cause damage in turn

We are finding short cuts
Find faults with ifs and buts
We have yet not learnt any lesson
There is lack of understanding with vision

Still it is not late
We can’t blame it on fate
We are the curse for downfall
Let us make it beautiful with positive call

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lost Day

Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.

Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.

Lost is the day in which you have not been of any service: neither to others, nor to yourself.

Lost is the day in which you have not shared some love with another living creature.

Lost is the day in which you did not dedicate one positive thought to yourself.

Lost is the day in which your laziness prevented you to be constructive.

Lost is the day in which you allowed the setbacks and failures of the world to get the best of you.

Lost is the day in which you allowed your jealousy to conquer your compassion.

Lost is the day in which you undertook any act with a devious intention.

Lost is the day in which your mind prevailed your heart.

Lost is the day in which you allowed material gain to determine your decisions.

Lost is the day in which you sought out a prey among the vulnerable.

Lost is the day in which you discarded empathy.

Lost is the day in which you preferred ignorance, through discrimination of any kind, to embracement of equality.

Lost is the day in which you got lost in backbiting and any other kind of meanness directed toward another.

Lost is the day in which you failed to recognize the lesson in even the most dreadful experience.

Lost is the day in which you ignored the voice of your intuition.

Lost is the day in which you did not prioritize the ones you love over material gain.

Lost is the day in which you lowered yourself to hypocrisy.

Lost is the day in which you deliberately brought pain upon another living creature.

Lost is the day in which you allowed hope to get lost.

Lost is the day in which you forgot where you came from.

Lost is the day in which you forget where you're going.

Lost is the day in which you allowed an estrangement between your mind, your body, and your soul.

Lost is the day in which you were not creative.

Lost is the day in which you lost the connection with the source within...

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Night, on the Sea-shore

I have fled from all, and none can now

My way, my wanderings see;

The waters widely round me flow—

I feel that I am free!

Oh! who can wish for sunny day,
When they may look on that lovely ray—
On the moon so pure, so clear, and fair,
When no human form is nigh,
When no human voice can startle the air?
All is silence and secrecy.

No sound but the waters, that, murmuring, move—
No light but the shadowless orb above.
But see! the shadows are gathering fast—
The clear bright orb is gone:
Alas! no beauty can ever last,
That e'er I gaze upon!

The waters that sparkled so bright before
Now moan alone the gloomy shore;
And all is dark—as the fate will be
That spreads its cheerless path for me!

poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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Modern poetry

What do you witness in modern poetry?
Does it represent sentiments of any country?
Do fond actual spirit missing and has evaporated?
It seems mind is bogged down and perforated,

No reflection of nature, snow clad mountains in poems?
Not concrete views on subjects and lack proper themes,
Short size of lines and left to readers for views
Read out as Para or commentary in news

No curse or regret in words for any message
Be silent spectator and clear smooth way for passage
Our poetic soul has died long back,
We write artificially as if standing on jack,

We have completely lost faith in system around,
We are back to the square one nothing new is found
limitation in expression of ideas and are not found suitable or sound
People do not appreciate as it has lost the ground,

Has the level of writing gone up or we leg behind?
Does the nature has lost its charm and nothing new find
Forests are depleted and wild animals has lost cover
what is left in nature is simply to imagine over?

Ozone layer is depleting and glaciers are sliding
Air is completely polluted and we are minding
Rivers are added with affluent discharge,
there is health hazard and risk is looming large

What to write in modern poems?
Where is inspiration with good theme?
Who has the time to spare for nature?
We are concerned with only future

How come old themes are rich with heritage?
Why do they not fall under class vintage/
They still inspire us in our daily routine
Lot many ways to be explored and put in

How our ancestors could write great epics?
There were tragic events including comics
Every part so interwoven with delicate presentation
Still we prefer it to be put in our quotation

Love epics are down with limited object
Suicides and downing in river is the only subject
News papers are full of robbery and murders
Little we offer as solace and only murmur

Death as horrified subject is only to be covered
Its impact is only to be lowered
What else we can offer in present day of living?
We must go deep for analytical study with forced diving

What message we carry for the masses?
No one has to worry and make passes
we are the real voice for any uprising
Only passion should be aroused for rising

Still we have so much to offer
Subject same but opinions differ,
Message should be simple but has to be widely read
Mass appeal for love and peace but not hatred

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An end to solitude

“You can’t hold the powerful wind
I shall easily slip off and you can’t find
I shall regret it and would definitely mind
Why have you made me so much attached and blind?

I move around and make you cool
You loose your smartness and act as fool
I still preferred to be in isolation and solitude
I can lament only about unpredictable attitude

I would love not to be intolerant and impatient
You drove me toward it and remained silent
I am feeble, weak and unstable in mind
How would I last long if you don’t bind?

Stay with me like strong and master
Make your movements known and faster
I shall have no apprehensions to fear
You try to reason out and completely bear

You feel there is no strong commitment
There is no foul play, treachery or abetment
I may cling to thoughts and different views
Still my love lasts for you and is very due

You may not give due weight and understand
You may too unilaterally not offer it and stand
I still considered you as closest friend
I have seen clear path with future trend

You are a visionary and foresighted man
Anybody would consider it luck especially woman
I am no exception and would love to fall in
You clear your self and emerge in clear win

Is there any use to express in words?
Will the complete things change in entire world?
Will our relation entirely turn in to cold?
Should I not expect your action very bold?

Let wind move with its direction
You think wise and put it in action
I shall redirect all attention on you
Let us see it gets on and moves through

I was moving with so much anxiety
You were there for me to stand in civilized society
I was going down with nervous thinking
I stared at sky and eyes started blinking

Come o, savior and take me away
You lift me in air and have your way
Why don’t you bath me in your warm breath?
What is still lying unknown and beneath?

You are still clear winner in my race
I am ready to stand brave and face
Even if I am not in vicinity to be traced
Your every action will be watched and graced

Darkness may not remain for ever
Light may shine and definitely appear
It shall make ever lasting impression
You may dip in water only to feel fresh after emersion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For Future Generation

Are we cursed by nature?
A pertinent question asked to assure
What can be for us in store?
How do we sincerely try and explore?

Nature lovers explain it fully
Public awareness is raised successfully
Almost all people know about its implications
Earth is loosing its importance with clear indication

Sea waters are polluted with nuclear dumping
Ship breakers release radio active material while pumping
Glaciers melt while nuclear tests are on
Rivers flood at alarming level and warning has gone

Air is filled with poisonous release
From vehicles and its heavy use
New diseases find place with complete immunity
As medicines are yet to be found with best quality

Can we not go back to the nature?
Think seriously and secure the future
We are yet not that much alarmed
As nature has its fine core even after being harmed

Let us do it for future generation
Give them pure water to drink and air for inhalation
Let them not down with incurable diseases
Else man kind may refuse to exist and cease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Paying in same coin

I never think of paying in same coin for retaliation
Even though there is attack with provocation
When my branches lower with load towards ground
Such changed in attitude from mankind is found

I think of it many a times but draw no conclusion
It sends me odd feeling with some confusion
How can passers by forget the fruits and shade?
When road was certainly deserted or forbade?

Who provides them safety and comforts?
Is there not some relaxation on the way or of that sort?
Nature has never deserted you in any extreme
Why sudden change to challenge the authority of the supreme?

It is not the case with human beings alone
The natural wealth is mercilessly spoiled even
Its reckless use may bring certain level of disaster
We gain the status of orphans and not that of master

This is not the only case where we are facing extinction
Forests are cut at enormous level and there is no new induction
The cyclones and floods take heavy toll of human power and properties
How long we may face such cruelty and uncertainties?

There is clear warning to all sections
The earth is loosing its belt very fast during action
Complete vacuum inside heavy plates
There is nothing more left to relate

We are sinking fast with volcano fire
How much ash is spread in atmosphere?
It may erupt again to cause disasters
We must forget to become sole masters

What will be gain if we loose our entity?
Become refugee in our own land with so much pity?
Where is the line to maintain good quality?
When there is rise in dishonesty and criminality?

Maintain the level if can’t improve further
Obey the natural rules and surrender
Earth has enough to feed you with protection
Take preventive measure with simple action

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The Sequel to a Reminiscence

Not in the street and not in the square,
The street and square where you went and came;
With shuttered casement your house stands bare,
Men hush their voice when they speak your name.

I, too, can play at the vain pretence,
Can feign you dead; while a voice sounds clear
In the inmost depths of my heart: Go hence,
Go, find your friend who is far from here.

Not here, but somewhere where I can reach!
Can a man with motion, hearing and sight,
And a thought that answered my thought and speech,
Be utterly lost and vanished quite?

Whose hand was warm in my hand last week? . .
My heart beat fast as I neared the gate--
Was it this I had come to seek,
"A stone that stared with your name and date;"

A hideous, turfless, fresh-made mound;
A silence more cold than the wind that blew?
What had I lost, and what had I found?
My flowers that mocked me fell to the ground--
Then, and then only, my spirit knew.

poem by Amy Levy
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Clear Across America Tonight

(Randy Owen/Teddy Gentry/Ronnie Rogers/Greg Fowler)
Just outside of Austin
I turned on my radio
Turned it in to a satellite station
She was talkin' on a call-in show
She said it was over, she'd made her choice
Her mind was made-up by the sound of her voice
Clear across America tonight
Clear coast-to-coast tonight
She's long gone, she's outta here
But she's comin' through loud and clear
Clear across America tonight
Sounded like he really had it coming
All the times he'd done her wrong
She said, I hope he's listening
And hung-up the telephone
All of a sudden, I realized
It was me she was telling good-bye
Clear across America tonight
Clear coast-to-coast tonight
She's long gone, she's outta here
But she's comin' through loud and clear
Clear across America tonight
Hello dj, put me on the air
Give me the chance to tell her I still care
Get her back on the line, tell her I'm still in love
Said, "sorry son, but you're breaking up"
Clear across America tonight
Clear coast-to-coast tonight
She's long gone, she's outta here
But she's comin' through loud and clear
Across America tonight
Across America tonight
Clear across America tonight
Clear across America tonight
Clear across America tonight

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In Memory: James T. Fields

As a guest who may not stay
Long and sad farewells to say
Glides with smiling face away,

Of the sweetness and the zest
Of thy happy life possessed
Thou hast left us at thy best.

Warm of heart and clear of brain,
Of thy sun-bright spirit's wane
Thou hast spared us all the pain.

Now that thou hast gone away,
What is left of one to say
Who was open as the day?

What is there to gloss or shun?
Save with kindly voices none
Speak thy name beneath the sun.

Safe thou art on every side,
Friendship nothing finds to hide,
Love's demand is satisfied.

Over manly strength and worth,
At thy desk of toil, or hearth,
Played the lambent light of mirth,--

Mirth that lit, but never burned;
All thy blame to pity turned;
Hatred thou hadst never learned.

Every harsh and vexing thing
At thy home-fire lost its sting;
Where thou wast was always spring.

And thy perfect trust in good,
Faith in man and womanhood,
Chance and change and time, withstood.

Small respect for cant and whine,
Bigot's zeal and hate malign,
Had that sunny soul of thine.

But to thee was duty's claim
Sacred, and thy lips became
Reverent with one holy Name.

Therefore, on thy unknown way,
Go in God's peace! We who stay
But a little while delay.

Keep for us, O friend, where'er
Thou art waiting, all that here
Made thy earthly presence dear;

Something of thy pleasant past
On a ground of wonder cast,
In the stiller waters glassed!

Keep the human heart of thee;
Let the mortal only be
Clothed in immortality.

And when fall our feet as fell
Thine upon the asphodel,
Let thy old smile greet us well;

Proving in a world of bliss
What we fondly dream in this,--
Love is one with holiness!

poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Lost in Love.....

Lost in love
with the innocense of your eyes when i first saw you,

Lost in love
with your humble voice that made me crave for it even more,

Lost in love
when being friends we came to know the incompleteness in our lives,

Lost in love
with the nervousness i felt when i first expressed my love and emotions,

Lost in love
with the smell of your hairs that mesmerized me,

Lost in love
with the gulabi lips that took me to a dream world,

Lost in love
with the kissable hands that i always want to hold till eternal love,

Lost in love
with the sensuous touch of yours which made me feel heavenly,

Lost in love
with your heartbeat that made me feel very close to your heart,

Lost in love
with the ticklish tummy of yours that lightened my senses,

Lost in love
with the hug of yours which made me feel complete,

Lost in love
with the kiss of yours that lessened the gap between our souls,

Lost in love
with the pain you took to keep our relation,

Lost in love
when we were departed and alone,

Lost in love
with the undying feeling of yours that kept me awake all night,

Lost in love
when we have found our WAY BACK INTO LOVE.

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Nineteen

This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I will be speaking to you in my own voice

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This Is My Voice

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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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Innocence was stolen

You stolen my innocence
As a young child
The painful memories
Filled my childhood with
Tears, hurt, and pain

The unbearable pain
The hurt
You put me though

You lost nothing
You gain power
I lose my innocence
Lost my life
Lost my happiness
Gain nothing but pain

My childhood forgotten
My childhood lost
My childhood stolen by a man
that was my moms friend

You voilatd me
You molesed me
More then I can count on my hands and feet

You took the innocents out of the child
And left pain

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