A wild thoughts
Mind is wild garden
Thoughts emerge all of sudden
They boom in abundance
They too need immediate attendance
The space needs to be created
At some places they got to be appreciated
There may take pro and cons situation
Mind may remain busy for its evaluation
The concept stand vindicated
The eagerness is very much indicated
We want applauses and lot more praise
Not intelligent but wants place among wise
They may grow like wild flowers
They need no rain or showers
It has no relevance to its logic
They want to perform it as magic
It takes us no where
It has to stop somewhere
Nothing can take off from imaginary world
It will get bogged don and will have no hold
It is birth place for evil thoughts
No immediate solution is reasonably sought
The game plan is ready and battles are fought
You are likely to be failure and simply caught
A shunt is to be created as concrete wall
It may prevent other segments not to fall
Though there may be tug of war in mind
You maybe able to think twice and rewind
There has to supremacy and control over ideas
It may fail and will have no impact on good pleas
It has to generate positive impact on large scale
The thought should not sail as fish or whale
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Some Importance
Thoughts are of some importance
They may invade often or at once
May not have any weight or relevance
Still it has powerful impact with some substance
Where does they come from and compel?
Why we go impatient and not feel well?
The think tank roll on marsh land
To distinguish the foe from real friend
Not always thoughts may prevail
But may grant the opportunity to avail
Will battle for future course of action
Take care of all aspects including the reaction
It is how the wise people sit in isolation
Give serious thoughts to existing relations
How to strengthen it with concrete proposals
And stay in race with quick disposals
Individual must give in to serious thinking
It may help or prevent you from sinking
There is second thought for coming out of crisis
The thoughts are simply working on this basis
You may negative thoughts too
Not all the times they may prove true
Yet they are to be weight with pro and cons
As they may differ from place and zones
Not one strategy may work all the times
It may fail and land you in trouble sometimes
You have maneuvered it with thoughts this before
You will come out of it when silently explore
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Thoughts
Mind is pre occupied with thought
No win even after battles fought,
No results even after lessons taught,
No peace despite comforts bought,
Is that we have gone so much insane,
Our prestige at low and efforts in vane,
Roads all clear and deserted lane,
Sky too calm but only noise of plane,
Nothing will improve or find change,
Look even shabby even you arrange,
Does not require outward finish,
It is sign of doom’s day and perishes,
Reforms in thoughts and sincere action,
Will bring all change without any question,
World at large will have joy and benefit,
Simple thought and no brake or limit,
What I am searching in selfish world,
What I look around and develop feet cold,
Do I lack vision or ideas bold?
Do I stand on slippery land and not properly hold?
It is senseless thought war only in mind,
Never parallel in history you find,
Mind vicious and no place for views kind,
All ready to give you push from behind,
Who should I trust and whom to avoid?
Find no excuse or reason solid,
Will have to use mind and common sense,
Must leave behind thoughts and tense,
I failed to distinguish what is wrong or right,
Unnecessary quarrel and useless fight,
Peace will elude and goal not in sight,
Will emerge end of tunnel with bright light
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thoughts are.......
Thoughts are lovely but deep like sea
It takes you from “I” to “We”
Very deep in sense and encouraging
Generate the ideas but never damaging
Deep and still deep to the depth
Precious things and of so much worth
Must think over before going into deep belt
Full of richness and expectations to be felt
What do the people know about what is inside?
For them it is unlimited and areas wide
It has be explored and nothing to hide
Easy to grasp, simple walk over and free to ride
It can travel forth and back with no limit
Bring along tremendous energy and emit
Ideas to enrich self with mass appeal
No ill will and everything of that sort to repeal
It develops in built human mechanism
Freely come out of ill conceived “ism”
Not to think of selfish motives
All so dear ones as good as relatives
Thoughts take you too far beyond the horizons
Nothing stops it from crossing areas or zones
It has unique way of exerting influence on behavior
Make the individual to for rescue and act as savior
Positive thoughts generate friendly environment
It has recognition from all the corners for any movement
It may find the way with respect for its acceptance
There is heavy and forcible force as substance
It is God gift to have place for thoughts
Senseless things pursued and wars fought
What we gain after so much of bloodshed
Sensible thoughts make us to read in between lines
Mind is like memory box and comes up with little excitation
It has got its own way of inhalation and exaltation
It may retain or harness it with proper say
Sometimes it may guide you to suicidal way
There is no mechanism to be employed for its control
It may emanate from any quarter and enroll
It will find permanent place in the form of stay
It may force the way and take you away
If they were the birds they could stop on some trees
Air their music to be heard in the early hour of bees
Alas! It is uncontrollable and has no direction of its own
Its impact will remain total mystery and completely unknown
Let thought travel faster than sound or light
It may develop the capacity to show its might
It has forceful factor and tremendous presentation
Thoughts are after all thoughts and need no recitation
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Entry
“Welcome to our new world family”
Words sounded me good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
Jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comments and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
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A way to enter
“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question
Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart
Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real
One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood
It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Nothing as Promised
I made loud laugh and rejoiced
It echoed and wonderfully voiced
I did nothing as promised
Still I got everything and nothing went as missed
I congratulated my talent
It needed no further comment
It worked perfectly well with my evil design
Now was to time to sleep well and resign
I starred at ceiling and meanwhile got second thought
I got everything without praying for it or had sought
There was no scuffle, no wrangles no battles to be fought
It was just masterly skill that was put forward and result was brought
Well I thought over it often
Some of the ideas were creeping in all of sudden
That made me to rethink about my mentality
Was it desirable on my part with that quality?
I struggled with idea but got defeated
It was just the same as thoughts were repeated
They were making me restless with no solution
Was I cheating conscience with suck kind of contribution?
I was getting bucketful in all the fields
It had enormous success with rich yield
What else we needed in this materialistic world?
My feet were crumbling and developing cold
I shivered and tried to defuse the situation
It was not the right time for evaluation
I was getting on right track
I felt there was so much at stake
Any sincere drive must have serous backing
It must maintain constantly without any cracking
It must offer peace and stability in mind
So work must be dignified in its kind
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All dreams not come true###(in 500)
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
But with true reflection in mind
Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
though may not be the nature too so kind
Dreaming in day time is not at all good
Good thoughts and efforts work as food
Earnest efforts to come out of wood
Failure may stun and you loose the hope
Still not difficult to walk on tight rope
It is not bad to dream for high sky
Speak always truth and do not lie
You may not have wings to fly
Still nothing wrong to work and try
No need to think or needlessly cry
You must have third sense to rise
All acts should be sensible and wise
Rise and fall is part of the game
Goal and ideas you must frame
No use trying luck or fate to blame
What ever you do must be with resolve?
Take full blame and never try to absolve
Put in best efforts to come out and solve
Full dedication and make everybody to involve
Try to mix with all as soluble dissolve
Despite put in best efforts it may not materialize
Failure may be sure but we may not visualize
All draw backs reasons before us but can’t analyze
Complete system may run into trouble and paralyze
Still strive very hard to see the reason and synchronize
Complete days routine and reflections of day’s thoughts
In night, thoughts clash and hard won battles are fought
Freedom and joy sincerely thought and brought
Stealing in day time but not easily caught
Simply night dreaming when lying in the cot
Continue to seek solution in dream,
Energy not focused but travel in beam
Try very hard and work as team,
Good efforts in direction but not as power game
Not letting any opportunity with excuses lame
So I find easy way to seek refuge in night
Lie low and have good say without light
more and more attention I try to pay
Always hope to find way in form of ray
washing shores with water at feet of bay.
Life doesn’t end with setting of day
Sun may rise again with bright ray
Your hopes may be high and tall
Vast horizon may lie open for all
Try for success without any fall
Come what may be the slogan
Life and opportunities may begun
Nothing to loose with worth attempt
Sometimes you may gain with action prompt
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Evil Against The Good
The game unquestionably harsh
Started the day we were born
Out of me God created the best
Out of me evil wants
To recreate the worst
An infant between life and death
Not yet time to escape by losing breath
The game just began for the young one
The game unquestionably harsh
Dark streets and rough childhood
Experience of an adverse neighborhood
Got him trapped under the belly of the beast
Evil encounters sinking in the young head
Thoughts of the good lad decaying
The game heading for the climax
The game unquestionably harsh
Thought I would be good forever
Evil troops changed me for a sinner
Got addicted to the harmful world
Young days of ours full of madness
Got my own demons and so fearless
The game has ambushed us under stress
The game unquestionably harsh
Work of the young man is to daydream
Run the best imaginary world as possible
Managing mind tries the impossible
Fantasy world will never be reality
Perhaps the dream just a prophesy
The game plays tricks in the young mind
The game unquestionably harsh
It is play on the day we are born
Even before us it was playing
As we see more days we get played
Evil rules the planet earth
Good rules the purest heaven
The game is on until the end of times.
***The Book of End of Times
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A thought window
A thought and desire
Both needs to be admired
The can't be taken on hire
If so then house will be on fire
A thought may provoke retaliation
No answers for so many questions
So many plus and minus equations
No firm decision and only hesitation
One though leads to destruction
Doesn't wait for any instruction
Hasty and suicidal steps with little thought
Senseless killings in mind and war is fought
Thoughts and desire in positive direction
May lead to healthy and competitive action
Good for self and good for others
No tension and worry and not to bother
Desire is like evil breeding ground for mosquito
All type of greed is nurtured and allowed to grow
All sorts of game plans are ready for execution
Mind is right place and ideal institution
Doors open to kind gesture
Lovely indication for bright future
Path clearly ahead for salvation
Happy journey from one station to another station
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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Be The Garden Not The Gardener
the thoughts growing in your mind
are thorns
you are the one growing them in your mind
let no thought grow there
let yourself be not the grower of these thoughts they are the thorns
let your mind be just the garden
let Him spread the seeds and let these seeds grow like
some clouds seeded in the skies
let Him grow the thoughts in you
you see them
they are the red roses
because you are the garden
you are not the gardener
you have never been and you are never the good one
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thought Broadcasting
Silence is a silver ship
Traveling at the speed of the darkness,
Black holes are the edifices in which I
Build my thoughts-
Word by word,
Each and every syllable forms upon my lips,
And then broadcasted, aloud-
Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
Within this room I write my thoughts
With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil
That has no lead,
Invisible they are, but somehow,
These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.
Thoughts are killers thoughts control-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
A silver ship with its sail to the wind,
A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or
Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips,
That splash into the creek, one by one,
You can see, you can hear, as
My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench.
I am in control of what comes into my mind,
As my hands build the world from
The bricks of Time,
My thoughts control the world.
My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor,
My thoughts control the downtrodden.
Silence is a silver ship, or
The dome beneath which I dwell-
I build my edifice beneath this dome.
No one dares to enter, as
I have broadcasted a message to the world,
My eyes order the world away;
My thoughts are broadcasted aloud,
A bad thought can destroy, as good ones
Create and control,
My thoughts control the world…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Premeditation Mantra
My mind can free itself
from any and all unwanted thoughts
My mind's proper place is to rest
in pure thoughtful space
God awaits my mind in the pure thoughts
of restful space
God will rescue my mind from restless
thoughts I cannot escape
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Building Bridges
I came from another place
I was born under a different star and
That is what I believe- When the rain fell, I did not grow,
In the sunlight I could not see what was ahead of me,
That sun was so far away- although far away from everyone,
I know and I believe- Building bridges in my sleep
Trying to get to a place where
I would grow and my thoughts would be in control-
Walking pathways in my wakefulness uphill and down
Trying to find a place where I would fit,
As would a piece in a jigsaw puzzle or
Perhaps just to be heard, or understood?
Here alone I can hear my thoughts as they speak to me,
Almost like far away voices echoing within the back of my mind-
My soul was snatched away at birth or I was born under a different star-
To where I wish I could return-
If I could fly with broken wings, I would,
If I could cry tears of joy, not sorrow, I would-
I am an angry spirit building ladders out of time-
That time I feel is running out-
Picking roses in vain trying to find a purpose here-
Building bridges when I sleep,
Where I would cross to another place in time,
I continue to walk pathways in my wakefulness
Until I find a place where I could grow with the flowers and
Find beauty and a purpose in this world
Because I don't know where that star into which I was born is to be-
Perhaps it was a shooting star traveling across the universe-
I got lost along the way and landed here -
A rare bird whose wings have broken and cannot fly-
So I will continue to build those bridges in my sleep and
Walk uphill and downward in my wakefulness-
Until my thoughts are in control and when my thoughts are in control, and
I become a flower or better yet a tree, just happy to be growing
Amongst nature- flowers and trees don't weep or feel the pain
Of being threatened or lost-I shall grow until I touch the sky and
Meet face to face with the sun which shall shine hope upon me and
Everybody knows that trees and flowers haven't a care and
Just stand looking strikingly beautiful- they have no wounded spirits-
They are loved by everyone and because they have no souls,
They are never misunderstood…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Bring down adversary
It is terrible to feel in rage when deliberately insulted
It is humiliation if things are done without being consulted
It is some sort of tactics to bring down the adversary
This is most dreaded weapon and thought of very necessary
It is creating negative impact in the mind of an individual
It serves no purpose and it is not considered as casual
Move and counter moves are contemplated to match
Complete go by is given to cover the lost ground and catch
We have inherited some one of the fine weaknesses
The immense loss caused to is beyond imagination to assess
It is further aggravating situation and personal relation
It is ample proof of deterioration with clear indication
We are not capable of becoming even good neighbors
All sort of ill feelings and negative thoughts to harbor
It drives us to extreme corner with no possible come back
Even though it might have involved no interest or stake
We have certainly downgraded out selves with low ebb
We will not wait for second to murder a person or stab
It is dangerous tendency to risk human values
Even animals are aware of the things which are due
We can not blame everything on human behavior
A single thought has to be taken into consideration even prior
It is of no use to lament later when everything has gone out of hand
Life has become valueless and less dependable with current trend
We are being gifted with third sense
It must forbad us for committing the nonsense
It is possible we may be misguided on certain occasions
We can not solely blame entire thing human confusion
We have found the escape route
We are not prepared to wed out the root
It has become common thrust to reach at the peak
It is taken as personal goal despite being very weak
There is less likelihood of reaching out any solution
There is fall of standard at every level with pollution
Not only mind is bogged down with corrupt thoughts
But whole concept of being liberal and tolerant is needlessly fought
We can take refuge under false pretext as prisoner of conscience
We lost the confidence and trust as wheels of reliance
Until that is restored to with confidence and trusted upon
The noble crusade against such prophecy will never be won
It is like everything is said but not done
Advice sought for but not heeded and gone
It has become customary to remain unconcerned
Act only when interest is at stake and personally cornered
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mind Is The Magic
Mind Is The Magic
Come in to me
I know mystical garden
Orchards and violets
All mysteries are parted
Life is a mirageghost
Imagination
Pure inspiration called justification
Nothing's impossible
Nothing's concealed
Everything here is for real
What gives fantastic ghouls all in your head?
Who creates wonders like nobody can?
Chorus:
Siegfried & Roy
You know it's
Siegfried & Roy
So be it
Siegfried & Roy
I'm gonna...
Siegfried & Roy
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Your own thoughts play the game
In the magical wonders they do
The mind in the magic is you
Move of the head
And I'll change your emotions
Strange things appear
From euphorics, devotions
Everything's happening
Nothing's unreal
Hallucinating the mind in the real
Seeing black panthers
That suddenly fly
White tigers stalking your mind
Hallucinating the things that you see
This kind of magic's so hard to believe
[Chorus]
'Cause when it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Your own thoughts play the game
In the magical wonders they do
The mind in the magic is you
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
(Seeing is believin'...)
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Hallucinations
The game of this kind
This kind of magic
Throws mind
[Chorus]
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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A blooming poem
A blooming poem
~
all the flowers in the garden
those wild in every field
the pallet of the sky and clouds
each a picture of beauty
does touch the soul
with all that is good
inspire the mind to think
only great thoughts
it is nature which nurtures
the way the world does grow
like the seeds in every field and garden
let the be sowed into every soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A dangerous fanatism
Where does the fanatics rule and hold the sway?
Why do they prefer to remain aloof and stay away?
Is their no ground or base to show them the way?
In near future we have no hopes for bright ray
They may be misguided by their mentors
They might be influenced wrongly by their tutors
It is difficult to believe and come to their terms
It is spreading all over as dangerous germs
It is playing havoc and innocents are killed in the streets
They spread the venom to people’s mind when they greet
Only few maybe misguided by their propaganda machinery
They may come to be known as merciless mercenaries
Their action can only be condemned in strongest possible words
It can’t find any support or place in this civilized world
The dark clouds are looming over the horizons
The world is divided in opinion and separated into zones
They can’t annihilate complete population
Their ideology may not succeed and is out of question
It can’t cut much ice and find good equation
It has nothing to do with present situation
They may hold ground for sometimes to come
They will never be accommodated any time with welcome
The popular will must prevail without any reservation
The horrendous path can’t lead to peace and salvation
The message is for to live peacefully and let others live
We can’t influence large people to make and believe
Any one who believes in His creation may feel some relief
That may also influence his living with good belief
They may term it senseless and imposition of forceful will
There is no thought of school in world that encourages you to kill
We are living in confused world and in dilemma still
The good thoughts are generated on large scale from wind mill
The old days have gone off and taken over by progressive thoughts
In olden days the wars were unnecessarily and waged and fought
What it has led us to believe and what good things it has brought?
We should not be trapped in controversies and simply caught
Peace can’t descend on earth on basis religious fanatism
It may lead to merciless killings and give birth to racism
World is already divided between white and blacks
We should do nothing to develop invisible cracks
We need to rule the world with clear conscience
Let every one pray and preserve its essence
We must observe and maintain its presence
There is complete acknowledgment with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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