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
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Who will rise
Who will rise and revolt?
Removing the screws and junk bolt,
This can be done with ease and resolve,
If we want to have standard and problem to solve,
Mutual rating is eroding the prestige,
It is attack from within and artificial siege,
Few more syndicates decide the scene,
Numbers remain static but not change number one,
Is that standard procedure we adopt?
Or we haven no option but to opt?
Few manage the show and reign,
Is this mere surrender or weakness sign?
I may not succeed and perish,
My work may suffer and carrier finish,
Take out the water and death for fish,
So is the system out to destroy the wish,
Let right thinking poets come forward,
Let not there may be trophy or reward,
Time may tell you are devoid of award,
Situation should prevail with new system on card,
Continuance of old system may do well too few,
No check on standard and room for review,
Decided by few with set design and view,
It is as good as getting job without interview,
All should raise banner with single voice,
Whoever is there must have more choice,
Not to restrict the field but open for genuine,
Will bring glory and blend and quality fine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
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Living With The Enemy
I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
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Open the fire
“Fire” the word came out as the order from commander
It was move to stall the advancement and halt the invaders
They were large in numbers and move was little expected
He soldiers moved in readiness as were attacked
They were all ordered to move within short notice
It was breach of trust and violation of peace
Truce was not respected for greed of more land
The fresh soldiers were inducted to defend motherland
What can be more holy task than to defend the nation?
Why no one cares for life when its integrity is in question?
Such is spirit of young soldiers in army to protect boundary line
To shed the life in the service of motherland is considered as divine
I remember having answered one question put to me
I shall offer complete life if at all need arises or be
“What will be your priority in defending the country as free”?
I shall volunteer for army service and not attempt to flee
This kind of feeling was apparent in every able body person
We can’t think of in any terms when there is certainly no reason
Each individual is duty bound to offer voluntary service
As country’s independence can’t be equated with any price
Wars are not only costly but invites lots of destruction
Men and materials are lost to thwart such insurrections
No one benefits out of such mad adventure
Country is loosing in all terms as threatened with future
Skirmishes on the boundary is regular and routine feature
Enemy troops may intrude in territory fir adventure
Sometimes it may be repulsed and sometimes may succeed
But overall precaution may be taken to keep the boundaries free
As we heard the shout from the commander
The position was immediately taken to make them surrender
We had well trenched position and were not aught off the guard
They were halted with heavy casualties and stopped form moving forward
The gamble did not pay off and met with failure
We had worked hard in peace time and wonderfully assured
Not a bird was allowed to enter our land or air space
We were all well prepared to halt any chase
We were given praise by our immediate and superior officers
As we were sole custodian of country’s holy borders
Anything wrong on our part was to be condemned and taken as national shame
Slight deviation from the duty was certain to invite the blame
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My Country Bleeds
My country is bleeding to death,
Daily we mourn the dead and lay wreath
Could do absolutely nothing to prevent
Blasts and deaths daily occurrences as if there are no more event
Some people come on bike and strike with gun,
terrorist emerge all of sudden and shoot for the fun
People are caught in cross fire and go for the run
What a shame on earth? Are we happy under the sun?
Country’s existence and honor is at stake
Still there is no unity and people are not wake
No one thinks of humanity and survival is at sake
How to mourn death and celebrate the occasion with cake?
We expect many more such strikes if we remain discerned
People and country should have more concerns
Holy places are on hit list but who knows when?
Danger may be lurking from all over then
Enemies may strike when they are firmly placed in
outside danger may be less but more from within,
Keep them at bay and don’t let them assemble
Sacrifice will not go in vain if enemy is put in trouble
Rain water may flow on ground but blood will remain
When blood is mixed with water it will not go in drain
Don’t aggravate the situation by mere propaganda and refrain
Save country from dishonor and never complain
Asked not? What country has done for you or does?
Only offer self and it may serve purpose
Sacrifice is the only answer that lies with you
You survive or die.honour becomes due
Stop death game once for all and offer the peace best
Stop orgy of violence and unwanted or needless unrest
Come to the sense and deliver the rest
Bad phase will be over if we stand the test
Nothing has proved yet and enough is enough
Strike at the root and prove little tough
Let the enemy know, gun will match the gun
Pride and honor to be preserved and not made a fun
Will youth of today rise in arm and hunted enemy to be slained?
Salute to brave people and warning enemy not to strike again
Always ready to die by putting country first
Attempt to flush them as crisis has become worst
It is possible that you will be lost from memory
Country may be burdened more with worry
No one will remember who defended the honor
it may be by all sections including minor or major
It is not important how long did you live?
It only matter how you lived and what did you believe
So when it comes to defend the country?
You got to offer yourself and make the entry
Politicians always scrounge and people may laugh,
Words may be spoken but may not be that enough
Few rose petals may be offered by them and laid as wreath,
Tears too may be shed when stopped last breath,
What we need today is strong will power?
Not many building and no high rising towers
We should stand united and display strong will
Defeat the enemy designs and go for the kill
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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
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Formidable Weapon
Provocation is formidable weapon
It can be successfully launched upon
No launching pad or any sight is required
The missile can be successfully fired
It is simple form of practical art
It may not stop once find good start
One may have to break the silence
No escape is possible with even slight chance
How long enemy can hide in den?
He has to come on surface to take the air even
Whatever powerful plan he may have in armory?
This may cause him concern and worry
Silence can be easily broken
If some Volvo is used as token
That may unseat the person concerned
He may come out in open to be easily cornered
It may cause little irritation
Enemy campus may fear thaw in relation
This is diplomatic step and raises no questions
Strong and mighty rule with clear imposition
Deep waters can be disturbed
Opponent can be easily provoked and perturbed
The course becomes easy like ripe fruit
Pick from the tree and squeeze as it suits
Not a dropp of blood will be shed
Still the attack may be successfully led
The reversal can be easily noticed
The defeat for enemy ensured as boosted or promised
Easy excitement can mentally imbalance
Enemy is not provided ample time or chance
He may come out of his hiding place
Strike aimlessly and loose the face
This was followed in ancient time
It is repeated even in modern times
So many nations are drawn in wordy duals
Same is applicable with persons or individuals
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A soldier is never.....
A soldier can never be known by his profession
A brave soldier needs no confession
He has no appetite for any season
He has to be in battle green with all the reasons
For little emergency his leave is cancelled
He is easily way laid and ambushed or killed
With his presence there prevails complete lull
He is committed for cause and remains truthful
He is living with most dangerous time zone
Little carelessness on his part means life is gone
They are known as brave sons of the soil
Any attempt made by the enemy stands to foil
It is respectful and dedicated service
Whole nation pays homage on his demise
His sacrifice is mostly taken on high note
Any deviation or desertion is taken as black spot
To serve motherland is considered as holy task
He may loose his life in powerful blast
He is there to serve up to last
No doubts can be raised or simply cast
He has to walk on sharp edge
His sharp intelligence works as knowledge
It is not loss of life that matter
Nothing can be compensated later
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On Threshold
Are we on threshold of second revolution?
Millions heart already felt its elation'
Few steps away to root out corruption
If things go with support without interruption
People can tolerate maximum
They have zero power tolerance and can bear to minimum
The elasticity can loose its sensitivity
If compromised with its quality
No tyranny can last long ever
People may not forget it forever
When chance come to strike
Tyrants has to flee and take firs flight
One voice is sufficient
To raise the banner and message be sent
It may create the ripples in enemy circle
They might now have sensed the trouble
This is how revolution takes place
It is for survival and not for any race
Popular will is against the misrule
They can’t make everybody fool
Country must come first above everything
Its unique stand and pride is meant for something
No matter how much sacrifice we have to give?
Else our future generation may not forgive
The holy soil always wants sacrifice
A stable stand and with full of promises
That land may remain sacred and for all
The poor and deprived ones must receive attention and call
We can do even without meals
But they should not make move to steal
On our freedom and hard won liberty
At the cost of our inability and poverty
We may die for honor
But not for corruption and dishonor
They must get warning signal
That there may be unpleasant situation on arrival
Let there be good sense and prevail
All systems may not work and fail
We stand together for it not to succeed
They must pay the respect and heed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Saying the unspeakable
Such as President Obama
may not say it; but I
who am nobody, may speak it:
the God of many names and One
does not wish division;
you and I (there are no others?)
do not wish division;
who makes division?
Why do all seek an ‘enemy’?
The dispossessed invent an enemy
on whom to blame their plight;
the rich invent an enemy
to excuse their greed;
those who worship God under one name
make enemy of those who worship God
under another name;
even those who worship God under the same name
make sects in order to invent an enemy;
is it because it is easier
to make an enemy than a friend?
is it easier to fear
than to love?
is it easier to hate
than to love?
is it easier to count to two
than think of three or one?
do we feel more powerful
if we have an enemy?
and now we fire at enemies
invisible beyond the horizon..
are enemies more attractive
to our life than friends?
Tell me, poets, tell me, sages;
tell me, saints; oh tell me God;
tell me, arithmeticians:
when division multiplies
our enemies, why do we
so love division?
The God of many names and One
makes division in Himself
with love and without hate;
you and I (there are no others?)
love each other all the more
in the sameness of our differences;
does human kind
now hate itself so much?
who thinks division, loves division?
makes an enemy of otherness?
forgets that God is One?
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Enemy Of All
A father is the enemy
When he left unpaid debts
A foolish son is the enemy of
His parents
A beautiful wife is the enemy of
Her husband
A mother with loose character
Is the enemy of her children
A greedy corrupt and notorious king
Is the enemy of the country men
O friend, remember
If you are not doing any good deeds
Beneficial to others you are the enemy
Of your soul and enemy of you
As you are destroying yourself
As your same soul is there in the body of all.
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Freedom 2
Once more, one fear surrounded me
Not knowing that has beaten me
The hot sun speaks louder
A cold pain has shut laughter
No where to run away
As if liberty has turned gray
People shout, clap and walk
People have no opponent to talk
One hope, one fear, one enemy
Many hearts, many thoughts, one enemy
One campus, one map, one road
Prison puts such heavy load
Feet by feet, hand in hand
People want freedom of their land
Oh, hunger of a free walk
Put my old enemy and me into talk
Put his hand in mine
We both shout out the same line
“Jail is bad even in heaven
All we want is freedom, freedom, freedom”
What he wants to do with his freedom I don’t know
But that is freedom on different ways we go.
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One, two, three
One, two, three
“Charge one, two three and back”
“Shot a long cry at enemy, jump and crack”
I remembered those harsh words from instructor
He was demonstrating how enemy can be frightened in the war
We were taught lessons in combat zone
What is to be done while fighting alone
Jump out from trench and charge the enemy with long shout
Psychological treatment for surrender even with body so stout
I remembered those golden words in case of no ammunition
No possibility of getting it without further communication
Sudden appearance before enemy like ghost
Make him to flee as if everything was over and lost
I find such things useful in civil environment too
First attack in any field is taken as bold move through
Adversary may be caught in dilemma with total surprise
It will be turning point in your life with sun rise
Discipline of highest order is welcome in any field
Ground is firmly understood in all weather and held
You are not taken off the ground with any surprise element
This grants you double advantage with bold movement
I developed sense of some futility in reckless killing
The argument was “you in the field not as willing”
It is sacred trust and that must be maintained at anytime
“Kill or get killed” is the only option sometimes
In peace time you are like friends
You move in peaceful manner with clear trend
The moment hostility is resumed
The role is changed and differently assumed
The armies face each other in different manner
They know it is not going to end sooner
Yet it is demand of the time and urgency
Soldier has to stand alert in the entire emergency
It is holy task entrusted to sons of soil
It sends magnetic waves and blood boil
Hands are gripped to offer life for protection of motherland
We don’t see at that time who is foe and who is friend
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Be My Enemy
Well the dawn is howling
And the mainframe shakes
Feel like Ive been sleeping in a
Cellar full of snakes
My wings have been clipped
My shoes have been stuck with glue
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Now Ive got goons on my landing
Thieves on my trail
Nazis on my telephone
Willing me to fail
They were all sent by someone
(obviously/well I know it was) you!
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Ive a bucketful of babylon
I got a handful of lead
Im gonna put them in a gun man
Point it at your head
Because you stole all my friends
And you gave me the buffalo blues
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be my enemy too
Now from the slime on your tongue
To the nails on your toes
From the scales on your skin
To the stains on your clothes
Youre gonna have to make me do something
That I do not want to do
But if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
My hands are tied
Im nailed to the floor
Feel like Im knocking on the
Unknown door
Theres a gun at my back
A blade at my throat
I keep finding hate mail
In the pockets of my coat
Well Ive been trying to grow
I been cooling my heels
Ive have been working the treadmill
Ive been working in the fields
And I cant get to sleep
I cant catch my breath
I cant stop talking and i
Look like death
But I will put right this disgrace
I will rearrange you
If youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
If youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Be my enemy!
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Warrior without head
History may have legend stories and the proof
We can’t discount theory and remain aloof
It may not sound well with changing scene
Never heard warrior fighting without head and seen
Indian history is full of such tales
Heroic struggle waged by the males
Females offering self immolation for honor
To save dignity as need of an hour
Jaishikhri (name) fought battle for three days
Headless with swords and shield and found ways
Killing as much enemy as he could possibly do
Finally falling on ground ………….
We find warriors in present days also
Jumping in fray without thinking so
May not calculating what would be the damage
Unable to retrace or orderly way to manage
What is modern way of facing crisis?
Do we roam aimlessly without thesis?
How long can we endure and fight?
May not see even day or light
Have we become soft or gone insane?
Have all our efforts are futile and gone into vane?
Simply because it is without application of mind
Lacking teeth, generosity or honesty of any kind
We will have our feet not firmly placed on the ground
Nothing concrete in mind but making big sound
Failure for sure even putting heroic brave front and lead
Makes no difference even when you fight without head
So old warriors without head still holds ground
They laid lives when enemy seized and surround
Here we simply flee, leaving open the flank
Loosing the face severely and drawing the blank
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Original - Time, My Worst Enemy
Time, My Worst Enemy
Keeping me away from you
Time, My Worst Enemy
Moving slowly when we’re apart
Time, My Worst Enemy
Fleeting when you are near
Time, My Worst Enemy
Battling with it daily
Time, My Worst Enemy
Stealing moments from the clock
Time, My Worst Enemy
Until you are in my arms again
Time, My Worst Enemy
Rapidly chasing us down
Time, My Worst Enemy
He will not take you this time
Time, My Worst Enemy
You are in my arms to stay
Time, My Worst Enemy
Has Lost!
What an ememy won't
a enemy won't help you in a fight
a friend is there wether you're wrong or right
a enemy wont catch you if you fall
a friend is someone you can always call
a enemy doesn't care if you feel sad
...a friend is there thru good and bad
a enemy is not a friend hes fake
a friend will give but not take
a enemy to hurt you will always find a way
but a friend will always be there until your last day
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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?
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Fortress in the Eyes
Form a fortress in the battering vision
And defend strongly all trenches,
Keep an obstacle to fight them strong,
All initiative is acquired, has been achieved;
We face the enemy to question its morale,
And the written message is in their heads.
Face them all the time, towards the finishing line,
Where thieves are situated and lives are lost.
The enemy has entered the envy to reason,
For strength is entry of all places,
For reason is a strength too gifted that the hat is lifted.
Form a fortress in your eyes
And never forget with the mind.
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Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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