As I cry
I cry for sons of soil
who did all in their power to foil
the sinister design to foil
Do we ever shed tears?
for those who lay their lives and bear
all pain and ordeals with all fears
Are we not undoing the sacred promise
to hold on together and unitedly rise
against the sinister plot to cause surprise
Why blame forces when we make hell?
pelt the stones and unnecessary kill
do they come as picinic person?
Are we above the sacred mother land?
what are we doing to remove foes from frinds?
can we not shut the doors for them and end?
Can we kill our own mother?
and worry for unfriendly others
no sacrirfice is greater to bother
It is not khakhi menace
We are pushing them into furnace
They die for cause never to surface
What are we trying to show?
Mud and only insults to throw
I shed my tears and allow to flow
I am not helpless
The peace has to ascend unless
Ugly crisis we altogher face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother land
Mother is dear and precious,
Not single but reasons various,
Bowing head with mind conscious,
World recognize and hold opinion continuous,
We run to her and seek refuge,
To us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word of dishonour to her honour,
Always she is their in our critical hour,
I would prefer more to serve mother,
Even heaven is offered, I won’t bother,
She always keeps flock together,
Why we go and seek blessings from other,
Mother land is no less sacred,
I lay down life rather tears to shed,
Hold the ground and never fled,
Let whole land cover with blood red,
Mother land is more precious than heaven,
To be defended with odds and even,
Not an inch to be given or bartered,
To her feet thousands of lives to be offered,
Never to question what she did for?
What I could offer in case of war?
If honour and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother about my cake,
Mother and mother land both is supreme,
Preventive steps taken even so extreme,
Nothing can be so holier than her,
I pray and worship her and no to her,
I shall deem it my duty to defend,
May not bother even many to offend,
Shall prefer the place in glorious hell,
But not desert her for self interest well
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tears
Eyes are adored by everyone
but tears have their own tale to tell
understands none, the anguish & pain
of tears that are confined to the cell.
Flow of tears lightens one
none, call it shock
dropp of a tear is heartache
repressing tears, anger’s knock.
Sensitivity makes tears to flow
heartless has no tears to show
absence of tears making redundant, as it should
youthfulness and charming childhood.
Naked is the truth, tears make us weep
a lover for beloved, one loves so deep
mother’s feelings bring pearl like tears
sowing emotions, tears we reap.
Pointless, to shed tears for nothing
never squander tears for everything
tears denote emotional distress
a famine, a quack or extreme stress.
Imprisoned tears whenever freed
none is left who doesn’t grieve
shed the tears, but of happiness
and cheerfully, not of sadness.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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What a mother should be
A mother is the one who loves you
A mother puts no drug above you
A mother will never make you cry
A mother will never make you want to die
A mother will help you fight your fears
A mother will help you stop your tears
A mother will keep you safe and sound
A mother will never let you down
A mother will daily say I love you
A mother won’t say I hate you
A mother won’t wish you were dead
A mother won’t forget what you said
A mother won’t close the door
A mother won’t let you be poor
Now I ask you, do you have a mother?
Cause’ I don’t, so don’t bother.
poem by Carlisa Smith
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Metal Foil
Foil is a night and day, like metal of the hour,
It is your pain and design, a movie is made.
My foil is green and blue, but what of you?
The real guns massaged my skull with their hard action
And onto a danger my danger went, crossing borders
And perceiving dreams of a different kind.
Foil is an aluminium tool, and a grave reason for living;
The cooks of tomorrow shall undergo changes,
And my lorry of food is under foil, the foil of real direction,
The reasoning of man is such that force can never comprehend.
Concerns do decide my foil and food, the ultimate in cooking.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Foil
Foil is like a herb of metallic strength,
It cries like a butter of oil with food,
As tears of the cry, as tears of the cry.
Foil is a tin, and small are causes that
Decide a tiny whim, a silent crying -
Food is believable, food has contentment.
Foil has many strokes of heat,
On the tearing action I agree to be soft,
So authors please listen to the weaning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Hanging Of Levski
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,
Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!
And you, O Raven, accursed bird,
On whose grave croak you of ill impending?
I know, ah I know, you weep, my Mother,
Because you're a slave in bondage lying,
You weep because your sacred voice
Is a helpless voice in a desert crying.
Weep on, weep on! Near Sofia town
A ghastly gallows I have seen standing,
And your own son, Bulgaria,
There with dreadful force is hanging.
The raven gives its grim hoarse croak,
Dogs yelp, wolves howl, the sky is bleak,
Old men in prayers their God invoke,
Women shed tears, the children shriek.
The winter sings its evil song,
Squalls chase the thistles in the plain,
And cold and frost and hopeless tears
Wring and twist your heart with pain.
poem by Khristo Botev
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I'm Learning (Part One)
I never meant to hurt you baby
I didn't wanna cause you any pain
But you never knew how I felt now honey
And you know you didn't even know why
So I wanna put my heart in it's place
And I wanna be the person that you fell in love with
I've been told there'll be another
(or so they say)
But I guess never like the other
So I'll shed my tears and I'll face my fears
I've been told there'll be another
A cry for help will sound the same now baby
And I know that people just don't change
But I guess you can't hope
And wish they will yeah
So I wanna put my heart in its place
And I wanna be the person that you fell in love with
I've been told there'll be another
(or so they say)
But I guess never like the other
So I'll shed my tears and I'll face my fears
I've been told there's be another
So I wanna scream and tell myself it'll be okay
And in a final verse I'll tell you what I wanna say
I've been told there'll be another
(or so they say)
But I guess never like the other
So I'll shed my tears and I'll face my fears
I've been told there's be another
So I guess I'm still learning..
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The Ocean Of Tears
It takes four seasons to make a year
but a sorrowful heart to shed a tear.
Though this may not necessarily be
for there are tears of joy we also see.
The pain that some people find hard to bear
is caused by their anguish born of despair.
It comes about after they lose sight of their goal
but is never really an attribute of anyone’s soul.
For it’s when some people laugh others will likely cry,
some who barely move on the ground while others fly.
Each one appears to have their work cut out for them to do
which may be from necessity or choice or what seems true.
The tears of life that all people shed do continually flow
and it’s a wonder how big an area will eventually show.
When they are gathered in a pool somewhere all together
without drying up gradually over time or due to the weather.
Would it ever get to be as big as an ocean
with its own surge and swell of emotion?
And whenever the pain of life becomes too much to bear
it would open the closed floodgates and flow somewhere.
And would the rain fall back on all the people here
especially those who don’t hold life to be very dear?
That go about always putting their wants before others needs
taking much pride in their accomplishments and selfish deeds.
Then it could be rightly said they will all be drenched in tears
and also might know the sting that comes from others fears.
Which they themselves have caused in their own pursuits
putting other people down highlighting their bad attributes.
By stepping on the toes of another and distorting fact
whoever is their victim has been stabbed in the back.
This is a well known expression and is so very common today
doing those things which cause bitter tears to fall and long stay.
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poem by George Krokos
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Why The Tears I Shed?
Why the tears I shed?
Hunger is around,
I'm well fed.
Why the tears I shed?
The fire has gone out,
Warm is my bed.
Why the tears I shed?
Love is without sense,
On me lies her head.
Why the tears I shed?
The living is on alms,
Aplenty is my bread.
Why the tears I shed?
Life seeks mercy,
More blessed is the dead.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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A mother and land
Mother in any form is dear and precious,
There is no single reasons but to offer various
Bowing head with respect with clear conscious,
World recognizes it and holds it right and continuous,
In our pain she cry
She never asks why?
What do we offer her later?
It is not a new matter
Whole world debate on this delicate issue
We fail to recognize and offer no due
She is there all the time to offer solace
Whether she is in small tent or palace
She may not complain about what went wrong
She is all alone like solid rock all along
Her woes may disappear and can’t last long
This is how she ignores plight and sings a song
Her beautiful voice may sound nice in the ear
The tile may pass and result into long years
She may remain same but definitely wear
She will contain onslaught and hold the tears
What all she can offer us for future?
She has no fixed agenda or tenure
She is still holding her ground well
There is no one for her stories to tell
We run to her and seek refuge,
For us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word we hear in her dishonor
She is by our side in the critical hour,
I would prefer to stay alone to serve the mother,
Even if heaven is offered, I won’t accede to or bother,
She kept us together like birds in nest
Why we go other place and see the best?
Mother land is no less sacred,
I would prefer to lay down life and allow tears not to shed
Hold the ground near to chest and don’t desert or fled
Let whole land turn into blood with color red
to serve mother land is altogether different
It has got wider concept and looks quite apparent
What do we offer in terms of loyalty?
It is the only reason that we consider as our duty
Motherland is to be defended at any cost
No heads will be counted as lost
It is dreadful even and be remembered most
It matters less in matter of defeat or victory post
Not an inch is to be given away or bartered
to her feet thousands of lives to be offered
Our sacrifice will not go in vain
Her dignity and honor remains concern as main
Never we questioned her role as to why or what for?
What I can offer in case of hostility war?
If honor and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother and avail my sweet cake,
Mother and mother land both remain in front
I shall prefer to lay life and bear the burnt
Nothing can be so holier than her grace and elegance,
I pray and worship for her continuous presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Facing Hell
You make promise of protection
To a future after life
To the final resurrection
And to eternal paradise
But then I'm blinded with temptation
And to every mortal sin
Is it God that sits there waiting?
Or will the darkness suck me in
Let's wake up the dead
Oh yeah
It's better that never you know
More tears are shed
Oh yeah
I'm praying that you'll never know
That I'm facing hell
Oh the children sit and listen
The belief was in their eyes
In a land without tomorrows
Through the night you hear their cries
But then your eyes just skip the pages
Of a book that never ends
Is it God that sits there waiting?
Do you hear the call again?
Let's wake up the dead
Oh yeah
It's better that never you know
More tears are shed
Oh yeah
I'm praying that you'll never know
That I'm facing hell
It's just crazy world we live in
And I'm out of my mind
You pray tomorrow but your leaving today
Evil one is coming and he's knocking your door
Cause todays the day you'll pay
Let's wake up the dead
Oh yeah
It's better that never you know
More tears are shed
Oh yeah
I'm praying that you'll never know
Let's wake up the dead
Oh yeah
It's better that never you know
More tears are shed
Oh yeah
I'm praying that you'll never know
That I'm facing hell
That I'm facing hell
That I'm facing hell
That I'm facing hell
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Wasted Tears
At the height of my hysteria
While I was yet again choking on my tears
I realized just how many tears
I've shed for all of you
Over the years
Wasted is how I view them
Because wasted is what they are
And each tear plummeted down my face
It left behind a never fading scar
My precious tears none of you deserved
And the satisfaction of knowing I've shed then
Is what you've gained
But none of you care in the least
That shedding those tears
cruelly caused me so much pain
So I dry my eyes for the last time
And I hope you enjoyed that last show
Because I'm done wasting my tears on you
And am lettting you-
And all of the misery
Go
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Build For Pain
DEATH IS WIND AND I BREATH IT IF SOMEONE FORCES ME 2 OR IF IM TIRED OF LIFE MYSELF.
PAIN + PAIN IS DEATH
MISERY + UNHAPPINESS IS SORROW
SORROW + PAIN IS TEARS
AND I SHED SO MANY FOR PEERS
THAT GOES DOWN THE PATH TO
WHEN DEATH THEY DODGE
TO WHERE SOME STRIKES WITH
VENGENCE AND LEAVE US DEAD IN THE
STREETS OF OUR HEARTS
DEATH SHED NO TEARS OF ITS OWN
BUT IF I HAVE TO HOLD MY BREATH TO KEEP
DEATH AWAY FROM ME I WONT BECAUSE
IM ALREADY BUILT FOR PAIN
poem by Used2Pain mopbfnl2d
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Sacred Conversation
Come sit with us
Come speak words
that will comfort me
Come say that negativity
will not kill my son.
Confusion runs in my mind
as memories follow behind
to still haunt me.
The father must know
his own children
won't sacrifice
the one who will save you.
Please don't kill my son,
the revolution has just begun
What will become of us?
You have created nothing but fear.
We don't have someone to hold your tears.
The blood, the bruising
will take years
to heal itself.
My son did this for you
Asking for one thing in return
To believe him,
Please don't let them let the cross burn.
I am the mother,
He is the son,
Sit as we speak words
of living for eternity...
come closer...
lets have the sacred conversation.
poem by Jessica Garcia
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Kill The Pain
Put the red lights on
Dont tell them that youre gone
Leave behind your fears
You know they cant be wrong
Kill the pain you feel
Kill the pain you feel
I know youve seen some things
That hurt you in your dreams
Your face it tells the story
The pages stained with tears
Kill the pain you feel
Kill the pain you feel
Keep the heart
You feel within
Take the curtains down
The sun is what you found
It leads you far from here
And takes you to high ground
Find a way
Keep the heart
You have within
song performed by by INXS
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Cry For You
Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears
I've watched you grow through all these years
I can't comfort you, I don't know how
Though I wish to stop your pain right now
You're tears are refused their right to shed
Your thoughts are locked inside your head
You are imprisoning all of your emotions
I watch you just going through the motions
Water from my eyes begins to dropp
Because I can't make your pain stop
You won't show weakness, you'd prefer to be dead
So during your pain, your tears for you I'll shed
poem by Lenore Lee
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Kill Eye
Kill eye tumbling come out of the sky
Kill eye a fiery retreat from the stars
Kill eye he came clambering over the wall
Kill eye halfway to hell and beyond
I wanna be forgiven
I wanna laugh with children
Wont you ever forgive me
Please please forgive me
I wanna hug my mother
And the sky above her
I want the earth to open up
And hold me
Kill eye shoot your way out of the bank
Kill eye watch the security guard
Kill eye separate a man from his life
I wanna be forgiven
I wanna laugh with children
I wanna ride the pony
Be your one and only friend
I will love you till the end
Kill eye half way to hell and beyond
I wanna hug my mother
And the sky above her
I want the earth to open up
I want the earth to open up
song performed by by Crowded House
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A Shoulder I Need
Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
The tormenting existence, worries of life,
The cruel pangs of the heart are resolved,
To crumble, crush my soul, my existence.
And at these moment of plight you reside,
Far away in the distant, remote world.
Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
I am agonized for I had been deprived of,
Nourishing, sustaining food love yesterday,
I am pained for loneliness stings me today.
I stand at the dismal spot helpless, forlorn,
Neither there is any comfort to rehabilitate,
The drab, deserted land, valley of the heart;
Nor anyone has remedy of my misfortunes.
Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
No one has time to listen to the tales of miseries,
No eye possesses tears to mourn on my doom,
Those whom I loved more than my soul, my life,
Have lined up in the long row of the enemies,
Those whom I regarded my own averted the eyes.
Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
I have concealed in eyelids my unloosened tears,
Whenever I get a chance, I shall bring along,
The lustrous gems to scatter at your feet,
While kissing with lips, caressing with cheeks.
Oh! Sweet my mild mother at present,
Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Baby's Way
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from
mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar
on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly
helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny
crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little
corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught
and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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My Mother
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
poem by Ann Taylor
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