As life nears
It is life cycle
We are helpless and unable
No say in ultimate end
To live with the world and befriend
Good work may be paid as life nears
Its destination and leaves only tears behind
Nothing to miss about your loss as it was open and frank
Everybody is in grief but pray the God and thank
You might have been good to people
You might proved your worth and be able
To deliver the work as promised
It might be hailed as achievement before you ceased
Not all get everything as desired in life
The life is full of challenge and also of strife
How you could do it is another aspect
This has only lead you to earn respect
Today people are laying wreath
It is great loss to them over your death
Not that there were no people of your caliber
But you were great success and hailed as climber
You were so close to their heart
This was no less achievement as an art
To get acclaim from people is a rare feat
People have to make great sacrifice and sweat
I evaluate this scene as one of most deserving and commendable
Your dreams have been realized and proved as sustainable
So far they were considered as unachievable and beyond human reach
You made it as reality as no one had promised as such
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A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
Let there not be a single word in dishonor
It is unique incidence and can’t be termed as minor
It shall be termed as heroic struggle with dedication
It will be seen as total commitment with indication
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In The Name Of People
In the name of kind people who aren't hopeless
The people who are looking for bless
In the name of people who have a great self steam and a great view of life
The people who help other people to be alive
The people who respect each other
People who learn to not bother
In the name of people who had pure tears
People who lived a life full of fears
In the name of people …people who will stay
People who are strong in their speeches, they don't say may! ! ! !
In the name of people who believe what is disgusting is LIE!
People who haven't seen my tears tonight…I'm going to say good bye.
In the name of people, the people of a forgotten place
People who stayed strong, even with their blooded face
In the name of people, the people who are dear
People that will cry, will laugh, but they don't betray, with their pure tear
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When frustration takes over
When frustration take position in driver’s sit,
Will not grant peace even thousands candles lit,
Peace and harmony are true essence and very fit,
Moral may lie very low when disturbances hit,
People may have distrust and look suspicious,
Earnest peace efforts may remain continuous,
When gravity of situation remain high and explosive,
Even mighty and might may not remain responsive,
Whole life time’s great work and achievement’s,
Will be on vane if not proper or no movements,
Slight error in judgment may turn events,
Solid material upon hit may find some dents,
Wrong notion and faulty planning,
Will be like railway crossing without manning,
You can’t hide face or runaway from the scene,
Your work may speak and deeds also seen,
Any mad man may come and fire point blank,
Never expose weakness but with the words thank,
You may not survive and meet death,
People may shed tears and offer wreath,
You may meet the challenge and go down,
Life may be lost and position without crown,
Name will be inscribed on marble plate,
Alas! That will last journey along with fate,
We have faced loss of lives with senior leaders,
High tributes paid and honoured by readers,
But who will come forward and strongly plead,
It will not be what you “did” but what were: “deeds
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
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Love life and death
What good work has to do with honorable death?
Why all people should be afraid of laying wreath?
When certain things are bound to happen in any case?
Why to link it with good or bad life phase?
Certain thoughts emerge in one remote corner
Mind is workshop for such place and provide as burner
In youth times it may look little funny and awkward
Yet wise people think ahead of it and look forward
In any religion we pray god for peaceful end
Ask for guidance to lead exemplary with foes and friends
Life means very short phase and should be with little aim
Not building of tall towers and not much to expect or claim
We get puzzled with little set back or bad news
This is how we look at life and sadly view
We all know that it takes course only as destined
Nothing is harmed as thought over or undermined
I pray for bright sun on next day
I also know that darkness may be pushed away
Yet one must be ascertained of what is good or bad?
When you have handed over everything then why to feel sad?
If someone dies, we sand helpless
If someone meets with accident we stand by side with gloom on face
We practically do nothing except feeling powerless
Such is state of life if one tries to find out or trace
Let us not be carried away by hollowness of existence
You may find thousands of ready made instances
Where you want to do many things but fail to deliver
As someone else is watching you and acts as server
Come down to little aspect and give little consideration
Everything may be looking good from point of relation
Yet it is uncertain and not fine at all from any angle
Love, life and death is only known form of triangle
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
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Life is not a small thing
Life changes from day to day
Life is flexible and life is a long journey
Life brings unexpected events as compared to the previous one's
Life consequences changes many lives to a new life and difficult life
Some people view life as a difficult aspect
Some thinks that life is a challenge to them
Some people feels that life is worthless
Some people thinks that life is controlled by money
Hard working always brings a good life
Being with your family brings a good life
money alone does not bring a good life
having a place to worship our Heavnly Father brings a good life
For one to survive in this world, one must be tolerate
One should be disciplened and give respect to everybody
One should be wise in this 'wise world'
One should be careful of harmful aspects of life
Life is not sweet but easy but some say it is hectic not harsh
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Life is Loss
I have given this one most thought.
To learn this lesson you may not want.
But everybody knows and everybody felt
Some have seen more with the hand they've been dealt.
But I’m going to remind you because it seems.
That change is the worst enemy that deems
The fear that you have for the future
Is the loss that you will lose there?
But life is loss but not all loss comes
In the form of death or separation from
Two loves who no longer give
Each other their own life to live.
Because sometimes people have to walk away
From the hurt that they feel each day.
Sometimes people have to let go of the feelings
And move on with the day to day dealings.
Or never find themselves without remorse
And never having any recourse
Of the life that is loss and always having to carry
Those people that which they should bury.
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Strange Ways
Many people have strange way of meeting
With heavy face and deep frown, offer greetings
Good at heart but fail to show happiness
Forced try to come out of isolation and loneliness
Never mind meeting less people but share their views
Let them feel you are sympathizer among few
You are not here to gain their sympathy
But to share worries, agony and apathy
Life is worth only when you are involved in it
Light too may be seen only when lamp is lit
Feelings are also felt only when there is little gesture
Respect is also when only when you have fix tenure
You can earn fame only after hard work or dedication
Lukewarm response from others is also good indication
No one simply acknowledges your contribution
It is only for your hard efforts in distribution
'Live and let others live' should form the basis
It may lead to peaceful existence and avoid crisis
You need not speak yourself as work may reveal
Everything is open to judgment when nothing is to conceal
It is considered as achievement and good art of living
Fine blend of relation developed with and neat weaving
That is how one may comes to be known as very humble
His ideology may not need introduction with preamble
There is no big price tag for showing goodness
It must be seen as gift from God or holiness
Let inner strength find response with easy access
Life may be termed as worth while with grand success
Nothing may go wrong if one sincerely tries or attempt
There won't be immediate response or action prompt
Society or circle may recognize its real importance
It may have its own weight like any heavy substance
Many people go and opt for open confrontation
Use bitter words and enter controversy and altercation
They themselves mayn’t know what they are trying for?
Find no place to stand even at home or with neighbor
Is it not futile to try for worthless things?
Are we sure of attaining it for something?
Will it not cost dearly for our well being?
I shall prefer to be poor rather than being king
We are not here to behave as strangers
Sometimes we act like teenagers
Go for easy pick and quarrel
Simply accept wrong for real
Life itself is very strange with so many ups and down
Many may rot in streets and others may have crown
It is not important how and what you inherited?
But how you delivered and your work merited
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Body was flown
His body was flown by special plane
People flocked the streets and occupied the lane
Both the sides were full of children and ladies
What a great and honorable death if someone dies!
We observe countless road accident deaths
The vehicle owner or driver faces the people’s wrath
It will be suicidal to remain present on the scene
The irate mob will lynch or create ugly scene not to be seen
The death is such probability that can not be discounted by anyone
It may come at destined time even though may not be liked by someone
It may be highlighted more if life is laid down for noble cause
It has remained always on high note as of now and it was
It was put to us that he had preferred frontal attack
He was fired form all the sides and back
There was no time to signal the warning
He had no option but to open the firing
As the fate would have it and he felled to bullet
But he did not allow enemy to advance or let
He single handedly bore the brunt
Enemy could not get what they wanted from hunt
We had considered him useless when was among us
He was naughty and we did not believe or trust
For going out of village was essential and must
He did not want to live in dishonor or feel to disgust
The person chooses his own carrier
He may prefer to be lover or warrior
He is reminded of responsibility when see in mirror
Even though he might have felt it as grave error
So when the news was spread for her sacrifice
All persons left their place of work or office
They rushed to see the martyr’s body
Even though he was not liked previously by anybody
It is not the person but his work is appreciated
His life time achievement is praised and equated
He might have lived with in his ordinary style
But it was not the occasion to forget it for a while
Anywhere in the world the words are always dedicated
The willingness to go for help is readily indicated
No one may show disrespect to whatever he had done
The past may not be remembered and considered as by gone
I remembered him being frank and honest
He was always blunt in doing at his best
Today once he is no more among
I fear something might have definitely gone wrong
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What could be your achievement
What could be your achiement
Your position
Your property
Your power
Your managing skills
Your wealth
Your happiness
Your health
Your fame and name
And so many other skills
None of the above
These all will vanish
And will go into oblivion
Once you depart
And you are on the path
Of disappearing
As each second, minute, hour, day
Is racing you nearer
To that ultimate end
All the above
Will go and you are
Likely to be lost
From the memory of
Your own near and dears,
Leave alone the world
All your materialistic acquisitions
Are likely to lead to family feuds
And there will be total discomfort
Among your own people
History is replete with such cases
You will, in fact, be cursed
For all the earnings you made
Be it by fair means or otherwise
We have seen small possessions of
Even great people
Created warring situations
When they came up for auctions
With regard to their realisations
Materialistic achievement is no
Achievement at all
Your achievement could be that
Which will make others remember you
For years, if not centuries, ahead
This achievement is possible
With your thought process
A process that will help others,
When they put your thought processes into action
Can enjoy a living
In total harmony with the nature and surrounding
In total love for all living things around
In total peace and happiness
In total control of everything happening around them
In total satisfaction of having lived
Your achievement is
That thought process
Which you leave behind expressed
Written or oral
In an aim to help
The future world live
In totally fearless and free society
With no hatred or threat
With no doubts regarding their future
Your achievement is
Your positive, productive and futuristic
Thought process
And make all efforts
To earn this great treasure
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Wicked World
The world today is such a wicked thing
Fighting going on between the human race
People give good wishes to all their friends
While people just across the sea are counting the dead
A politicians job they say is very high
For he has to choose whos got to go and die
They can put a man on the moon quite easy
While people here on earth are dying of old diseases
A woman goes to work every day after day
She just goes to work just to earn her pay
Child sitting crying by a life thats harder
He doesnt even know who is his father
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Not to abuse
I have taken vow not to abuse anyone
Show kindness to all and disrespect to none
I have realized it lately but still not very late
I can clearly say this and firmly state
It is unbecoming of a human entity
If you do not realize the gravity
All sorts of praise for selfish ends
Out of tune living and no sense for foe or friends
The human life may not be available in next birth
It should be made memorable and worth
There are many unexplored fields to excel
It must be utilized for performing well
It will be befitting to your aim and mission
Possible that you may not succeed to liaison
People may show affront for your noble efforts
Still at the end of the day you can happy report
The inner voice may definitely respond
You deed and action may certainly correspond
It will be seen and reflected in every move
You have been afforded nice opportunity to prove
You will find many individual kneed deep in crime
They have only one aim to succeed in time
Let any thing happen to their brethren
They have nothing to worry or have any concern
They will live as human being but leave as unnoticed
No one will come to know about what they promised?
It will be treated just as normal departure
They will leave no mark to be remembered in future
You can lead ordinary but with worthwhile appearance
You are quoted all over with very good reference
This is what one is expected to achieve and attain
The fair name stands good and convincingly maintained
People may regard you not for wealth or position
It will be purely for your act and devotion
It is learnt that no one can claim it on any quality
It has something to with action and reality
Great people were loved and honored for their devotion
They always moved with correct direction
People loved them in good faith and followed
They pursued the right path and others too were allowed
It was not for mere show
The sentiment were expressed and allowed to grow
There was fine movement with action to flow
People were ready to sacrifice with only one go
It is not desired on anybody’s part to act false
Only simplicity and honesty is expected and nothing else
It may make you worthwhile for good human being
Otherwise we all are jokers in circus ring
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My friend in mirror
I was shocked and almost remained frozen
When saw reflection in mirror with faces in dozens
All bore deserted look remained barren
It frightened me as if I had descended from foreign
I never found myself in fix
The faces were there as each of them were made as remix
All were representing one side of dark
As if black dogs around and ready to bark
I somehow succeeded here to mushroom and grow
I tried to live with great pomp and show
Had criminal back ground but managed to live with respect
People never looked at me with suspicion and took me as suspect
I preferred to remain isolation which was shrouded with mystery
All activities contrary to what it looked and created history
I earned great fame and people took me as hero for their cause
I too worked relentlessly by sparing full time without making pause
You get such mastery from no where
You have to adopt double standard here
It is considered as great art of living,
There is perfection in approach and required great skill in deceiving
You work for no cause and still receive the honor
Falsehood spread and prevailed and has finest hour
Even if it is not projected in a manner it should have been
People will take it as good will gesture and be very keen
This fact was almost hidden and not made known to public
I was drunkard, debauch liar and pure alcoholic
Lying absolutely low in public life and pretended very humble
When time came for action almost proved and was capable?
After all we are human beings and lead life in dubious manner
It has never come before and exposed to powerful scanner,
I wished it to go on unchecked without being noticed
I will have to reply self first, before being deceived
Before tide is in disfavor and turns against completely?
Let us wake up and at least make some mends lately
It is inner lust and thirst. Which prevents us from acknowledging?
We must respond to the call before being caught and from reneging
One must stand daily in fort of mirror, introspect and ask?
Is he really doing worth or performing the task?
What does he suppose to carry out on and what not?
He will have an answer before being caught
I am not at all worried but still look perturbed,
I feel guilty from within and get easily disturbed,
It is part of life but one has to feel contended
I may work unwillingly but support has to be extended
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Only reasons
I look only to the good qualities of men.
Not being faultless. I won't presume to probe into the faults of others…
Mahatma Gandhi
How come person feels jealous?
When he is not known or famous
Full of faults yet dreams for honor
Dreams about praise from people to be called donor
Money or wealth does not form the simple criteria?
Proper evaluation should also come from intelligentsia
People from all walks of life should praise his quality
Shower all blessings in public and pray for his nobility
People try to take lesson from his noble life
As everybody is aware about the sharp edge of knife
Life can prove even hard in absence of any possible help
What is use of treasure if that remains in deep belt or shelf?
It is always nice to pick good advises
Learn good qualities and escape possible misses
Their life becomes exemplary for masses
For which there is no need to hold the classes
One should look at good aspect
Disregard at what their real means to act
Pick whatever is good
Adopt their thoughts as food
Such were his noble thoughts
It is brave to admit own faults
Great people never cared to be called bad person
As their life was life open card and has several reasons
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Dark horse
I I have proved and stayed as dark horse
Nobody would come to know without code Morse
People disregard me and pass the curse
Always non starter and unavailable force
I have earned disrepute and considered as unreliable
Still try to garner support and prove capable
Never waste a time for second or minute
Keep watch on all and observe it minutely
Play game safe and advance self interest
Try to extract more and achieve the best
Everything at command without passing test
Achievement of the goal without any rest
All for self betterment and not for social cause
No let up in work and continue without pause
This all becomes necessary in changing world
I know naked truth then why people turn cold?
This is selfish world and you should stay supreme
Play safe and never go to the end extreme
I may prove incompetence if not seize the opportunity
Life comes to a halt if not keep continuity,
People have a soft corner and very short memory
Go for bright glitter and never feel sorry
Worship rising sun and look not at sunset
Life should be at height and ambition preset
All eyes are on achievement and conceding defeat
Success story should emerge even making repeat
People fall in line and not mind treachery
Offer all the help even they feel jittery
Neither I am claiming nor proving hollow
System so prevalent I piously follow
Not offer chance or slight mistake to allow
People know better what is lying below
I want to achieve and rise above average
Glory and name should have wide coverage
All might say what is there in name
It doesn’t follow without playing game
I continuously strive after hard bargain
Doesn’t matter more whether loss or gain
Nothing comes in life without taking pain
Simple truth should be followed as it is plain
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Friendship
My friends are amazing,
They keep my heart racing,
When I'm down, they bring me up,
They always greet me with a 'hey wassup? '
They mean to me a great deal,
The bond I have with them NO ONE will steal,
The feelings I have no one can take,
I would protect them, even put my life at stake,
I would give up my time,
I would forgive any crime,
Because they mean a lot,
And they are all I got,
I rely on them for help and support,
They give me happiness and make me giggle and snort,
They have great meaning in my life,
Although they can cause a lot of strife,
They are the people I cannot live without,
They are the people who stand by me throughout,
My friends are the ones who make you smile,
While you are going through tough things all the while.
They are awesome,
They help my life blossom,
So I can live life to the extreme,
And have fun and scream,
To live life the way it should be,
To see the world as it should be seen
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People Die, Life Goes On
I am a normal man,
I’ve been to more funerals than I can count,
Parents, Siblings, Friends, Co-Workers,
People die, life goes on
It’s different when the person is close to you,
Emotionally and Spiritually,
You feel like your life has ended,
People die, life goes on
Sometimes there isn’t a reason,
Sometimes people just die,
Heart attacks, strokes or even old age,
People die, life goes on
One thing I have realized is that,
Grieving doesn’t bring someone back,
The soul will always live on,
People die, life goes on
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Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
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Gold/ocean/1994
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I Feel Shy
I am very shy
But a descent boy
Hardly of sixteen
Just out of teen
Know nothing about world
Turning hot and sometimes cold
Loose temper very easily
But fall in line readily
People say' world is wide open '
Open wings and fly even
Reach the sky and hit back the ground
Joy and love is surely to be found
I wish to be great man
Rule the entire world but as human'
Where there should be no misery
Life sans problems and worries
I am not snake charmer
But can be called as reformer
I mix with people and hear their woes
I know at heart where actually life goes
You need no big budget
Only open your heart and let
Show the world that you love and care
Heaven is here and you needn't go any where
Wish I could reach out and read their aspirations
The manner in which they want healthy relation
I have no magic wand to turn the equations
But certainly a logic to make worth mention
'Hello world' I am making scene
The impact you might have never seen
I shall rule the heart of millions'
As I wish not to rush to the pavilion
I am handsome and loving young man
Anybody may propose and be my woman
Yes, I am not at all in hurry
But some one has to enter and carry …
Who would want to be woman of my dream?
Who would join me in my lonely team?
I shall insist no one to join in struggle
As it won't be smooth or free from troubles
I can't look at the sky and count stars
They are from unreal world and very far
I want people should be seen as my stars
Never get disillusioned with uncertainties and wars
No doubt I am peasant boy
Have not come out from days of toys
People say 'I have milky teeth'
I should be at home to be with
Yes I value home traditions
Parents and all occupy special positions
Yet brethrens from all walks of life come above
As they have shown and definitely proved
Our forefathers have shed the blood and suffered
I wish to run on their foot steps and offer
Whatever I can in my ordinary capacity
And come out with flying colors and show the dignity
What did our forefathers do?
Did not leave us behind to pass through
Great ordeals and lot many sufferings
We can prove right as ordinary human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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