Bapu is no more
Today Bapu (Mahatma Gandhi) is no more
Yet his memory is not frozen in store
Today once in year I glanced at his picture
I sensed he was in trouble for sure
“Why Bapu tears in your eyes” I questioned
“The same thing is going on fir years´ I mentioned
Yes my dear for the same I feel bad and in tears
I have spent troubled moments for the long years
Bapu, whole country is happy and no trouble
Leaders are aligned properly and capable
Very much defensive and impregnable fortress
Not single thread of corruption can be traced
They claim very much holy and defender
Constitution is supreme and your picture
Everything under your name and aspiration
They draw strength and power from your relation
You lived half clad and walked on feet
Spun the cloth self and stood in self to greet
But there is little change here in your followers
They want none at the gate and need only palaces and towers
Bapu, don’t you think it was grave mistake
You simply sacrificed life when nothing was at stake
They waited for you to depart at early stage
You were hurdle and handicap to manage
You need not cry as everybody is happy
We can barter national interest and ready
Our solders are daily dying for motherland
They are just obeying in our holy land
Bapu, worry not we are all safe and tuned
No disease can kill us as we are immune
We carry water in our vanes hence no feeling
We shed blood and go for open spree and killing
We never missed you as we face same brutal button charge
Previously it was by whites and now in hands of locals at large
Bapu, we are one but divided over, religion, cast, color and creed
We celebrate your anniversary once a year with known greed
* An address for father of the Indian nation*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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a new Gandhihood
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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The Gandhihood....
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
poem by Thampi KEE
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Bapu You Could
Bapu* you could have lived little more
Now we know how your words could explore?
Create magical effect in the hearts of terrorists
Even change the cruel hearts of atheists
We are ignorant about the word 'pardon'
We resort to comic picture and paint you in cartoon
Convey the message through mimickery
But with a relevance of it for an adversary
What would have happened to world?
If you were born in mountains so cold
No existence of love and never known about freedom
World would have known it seldom
Where only bullets form melody
Where people die for somebody
Always in captivity and no voice
What could you give them in form of promise?
The mountains could provide safe heaven
For all those who needed calm and peace even
They could have risen taller than the big hills
Creating peace ripples with strong will
Bapu you should have been in those ravaging parts
Where only bullets rule and human lives depart
As if one piece of onion is shelved off
Human life is reduced to laugh
Not a pen work here but only Kalashnikov rifles
Life is so scared and remains mentioned in files
Not one two or ten die daily for selfish pride
Even small child holds rifle and never try to hide
They fire at target and silence the human life
It is rugged mountain and life is full of strife
Bapu you will have to be borne with deadly weapon
As life will not be spared on the paper or gesture coupon
Even in civilized areas people have become more deadly
People here too not feel safe and lead quiet happily
In day time murder takes place and women are raped
Even in that case mountains are safe and needs to be clapped
The chiefs are wedded to old traditional rules
But they are deeply religious and understand it in full
If their homeland is taken by force to drive them away
Their struggle for just peace can't be stayed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We Still Remember
We cherished your life and ideals
But today they seemed unreal
Those were the days when you were hated
For freedom struggle where Indian were discriminated
It was bloodless war against mighty empire
And achieved for poor country to acquire
A nation to live with honor and pride
But alas! Fell short of expectation due to rule and divide
'Disband the political organization' was your slogan
You were for people and advocated the power to be given
Read elevation of villages to that of small model towns
Where everything was made as per need and owned
What a life Bapu (Gandhi) to remember and worship for noble cause
But it was not going to be so after deliberate pause
Politicians made it their safe heaven and you were shot
Real struggle started for power and was sought
Only Rajghat* is spared from encroachment
Not because of respect but can be noticed any movement
As prejudicial and shame for the entire nation
Such is the hollow show we are developing for the relation
Heritage place is occupied as show rooms
On the name of village industry to groom
A safe and refuge for traitors and scoundrels
Who wants to be appreciated to gain the laurels?
Strikes, hurdles, black marketing and hoarding
We all avail facilities and blossom for boarding
Lavish living and travel abroad for taking money out
Nothing is left to mention or specifically to talk about
For any failure we take your shelter
Use the name and launch the struggle for better
Not for people's cause or stability of the nation
But for entire political family to build the relation
We can't forget you Bapu* for such wonderful contribution
How could that have been made possible for national wealth distribution?
The poor are not disturbed at all and kept at bay
We have many weapons in our armory to stay
Today will be celebrated as Government programme
Children and employees may stay indoors or at home
Pledges will be reiterated and tune will be played
Next day it will be forgotten for people to remain dismayed
*Rajghat,,,, place to pay homage for father of the nation was buried
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Gandhi
Small in stature this Hindu man
Yet a giant amongst fellow men
For human rights he did stand
Time and time and time again
Stood for non-violence, truth
Vegetarianism, faith, simplicity
Educated, wise, noble, couth
Never succumbed to duplicity
A Hindu that embraced all religions
He knew well that all men equal be
To bigoted men gave admonition
On his way to make salt by the sea
“Bapu” freed India of British rule
Without violence or declaring war
Civil disobedience his only tool
A peaceful goodwill ambassador
Jan 30,1948 during evening stroll
Bapu was confronted and shot dead
By an extremist discharging a pistol
An act Nathuram Godse would dread
Worldwide many millions did grieve
Frail brown man swathed in homespun
In awe of all this great soul did achieve
Hearts filled with love and adoration
Once an eon a great leader arrives
Touching and changing many lives
ROTMS
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An Ode To A Saint Of Peace
An Ode to a Saint of Non-Violence – Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
He came from a non-descript Indian place
A village which would not have a place
In Her Majesty’s palace’ grace
What could this man for India raise?
When the Indian nation reeled
Under a foreign yoke
This frail man with iron will
Preached a master stroke
He visualized violence was no funnel
To get to the end of the tunnel
That the spring of freedom would gurgle
For the Indian freedom struggle
It is not arms and blood
Or revenge, violence or death
That will get India freedom
From the British kingdom
They can take away our right
They can make their sticks bite
They can take us to gaol
But they cannot take away our soul!
Protests with no violence
Will shake their conscience
It is the only way
For the British to loose its sway
Despite British scorn
And ire of critics
He made every Indian “re-born”
And friends of skeptics
Respect for all and love for mankind
He preached & practiced
He made every Indian aware
And the British beware
When the British enacted suppressive laws
This soul bonded us with his non-violent straw
His simplicity and truthfulness held all in awe
He gave us belief, pride and strength not to thaw
In 1930 Gandhi gave a key freedom call
Civil disobedience was the mantra for all
Salt Tax was the symbol of oppression
That every Indian was to defy and make it fall
Men & women all were one
With Gandhi, they feared none
When Gandhi gave his peaceful protest call
They all rallied behind it like a wall
In Gandhi’s belief the nation rallied
Made the British rulers harried
The struggle for the British to leave continued
The voice of India was not to be subdued
The Salt law was broken
It was a challenge in token
The average Indian now believed
That the British could be shaken
The British police rained bullets and blows
Gandhi remained defiant with his followers in tow
Line replaced line as protestors were brought down
Under the bullets and blows of the Crown
A trickle became a torrent
The British blows served no deterrent
Pan India the rallies and crowds swelled
The peaceful voice of freedom could not be quelled
British goods were boycotted
In public rallies, they were burnt
Swadeshi! Swadeshi! rent the air
While the British sirens blared
Civil dis-obedience and satyagraha – grounded
The British were perplexed and confounded
The entire nation rallied to his non-violent call
The world took notice of it all
Came World War II
The Allies were stretched
While the war was won
British revenue coffers were wrecked
The Indian “Golden Hen”
Became a revenue drain
While Gandhi did not give in
His non-violent freedom refrain
Quit India! Quit India!
Unrelenting was Gandhi’s call
While the clamor gathered
The British “will” shattered
The Britsh knew not - how to handle it all
A frail looking man, had challenged them all
Years of supremacy of the British domain
Had cracked up under this non-violent virus strain.
The British empire gave in
To Gandhi’s non-violence spin
India was to become free
Without any violence or fee.
It is to this frail looking man
That the world gives credit
The strong belief in non-violence
He continues to inspire without any edit
To Indian, he is Bapu – The Father of the Nation
To the world he is an apostle of non-violence
And while the world looks on in silence
On still continuing theatres of violence
I pray that conflicting parties learn
No peace comes from the power of the gun
In how Bapu got us freedom – they should learn
Violence - they should shun
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Tryst with Destiny (in poem form for India’s 64th Independence Day)
And when the clock struck twelve midnight,
Fourteenth, august, forty-seven,
An Asian nation turned awake,
While world slept on in slumber deep!
A hundred years of freedom fight
Came to a grinding halt that night,
As Pandit Nehru gave his speech,
‘Tryst with destiny’ with reach!
India awoke to freedom life,
Despite a hundred years of strife,
And took a pledge anew to stay
A nation, free with peace each day!
That moment was so rare indeed;
A nation’s soul was stirred to lead,
And show the world its powerful seed,
As nations totally paid heed.
India’s history thus saw a dawn:
A struggle great ended that morn,
As success finally newborn,
Did Motherland with pride adorn.
With freedom came newer duties;
The failures of the past did cease;
The country was given new lease –
A cure for this strange a disease!
The nation was a sovereign state,
On that magical hour and date;
As leaders vowed to change the fate
Of Indian people’s long a wait.
A star of freedom rose in east,
Heralding celebration, feast;
A hope anew was born that day,
To never cease, oh, come what may!
The star would never set at all –
The Nation’s Father’s clarion call,
The architect of freedom’s hall,
Was Gandhiji (Bapu) , man tall!
He held the torch of freedom high;
Many freedom fighters did die;
And many people heaved a sigh;
As democracy stood too nigh!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-06-2010
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Traitors of today
Traitors of today occupy imminent position
Well orchestrated songs in praise for composition
Establishment of personal rule over millions of people
Can not look forward for anything good and are unable
What have they to do for their own country?
Rob, steal, cut backs and commission in form of money?
Add vows to already worsened poverty?
Can any one tell us when this will end misery?
I have all praise and kudos for their divine talent
We have tears in eyes but nothing more to lament
What else do they deserve to invite us for comment?
We prefer to be mere spectator and be silent
In ancient time people were hanged to death
For crimes, murders and ill gotten wealth
Today it is considered as an adorable art
Academicians, politicians present themselves as smart
Where is the national interest and security?
How can one claim to be powerful and mighty?
When house is full of defaulters and selfish?
Searching for troubled water to catch the fishes
Why are we facing such national scene?
Such a low lever acts were never witnessed or seen?
How come national wealth is deposited in foreign banks?
How come National security weakened and remains with unsecured flank?
I am no crocodile to shed the tears
I am immune and have no fears
I have power and money to manage the show
I can reign supreme and in full readiness to grow
O, countrymen wake up and prepare for national funeral
Decorate with honor and shields upon their arrival
They are our heroes to barter and take away the freedom
Such things may never appear to witness seldom
I feel pity upon those who foolishly laid down their lives
Curse on those parents who push their children and believe
“The motherland is precious than heaven” and come forward
Time has come now to think and look back ward
Where are those golden days when promises were kept?
Words were honored and nights were spent without being slept?
The national interest ruled supreme in the mind and at heart
Where from to pick thread now and with open mind to restart?
I do not blame the culture or present set up
We have degraded ourselves and deserve to be shut up
We can see the scoundrels flourish with position and wealth
Who bother’s about country men and its deteriorating health?
I wish to born in land again and again
Where Mafias, traitors, and squanders reign
The borders are left open to venture at will
Thousands of innocents to wait for terrorists to come and kill
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happy Anniversary
I really miss you on this special day
I know you will call to greet me today
“Happy Anniversary” that’s all we can say
Yes, I am lonely ‘cause you’re so far away
But don’t worry, I can manage anyway
Seems like only yesterday when we took our vows
We said “I do” as tears were on my eyes
We took our pledge to share life together
Through thick and thin our love will be stronger
We promised, life will be filled with joys and laughter
That was nineteen years ago
And still I’m madly in love with you
Love matures yet we stay young at hearts
‘Cause we try to keep the flame inside
We keep our passion to lights our desires
We have endured the ups and downs of life
We’ve struggled so much and we survived
I can’t believe we’d get this far
Though sometimes we had fights and doubts
We’re able to retain that love in us
Today, I will take the chance
To say thank you for all the good times
Thank you for understanding and loving me
Thank you for sticking by my side
Thank you for giving us a decent life
May the precious moments we cherish
And the hopes and dreams we recall
Make this anniversary the best of all
Let us ask our Almighty Lord
To grant us more years of greater joy
Happy Anniversary my dear husband
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happy Ramadan and Eid mubarak
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Eid greetings
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ungrateful stage
Ungrateful stage
We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will
How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?
We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?
They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons
Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?
We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted
On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce
We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide
You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Pledge
I pledge allegiance to national flag
Let there be any attempt to tarnish the image or drag
It shall remain super most in my mind
I am not novice so not to understand and go blind
How many people have shed their blood for motherland?
How many might have perished in foreign land
For upholding the national pride and honor
What might have they expected in return for?
I am for sure many might have perished unsung?
No national anthem might have been aired or sung
Yet we owe our head in their honor for brave front
This is what all citizens expect from soldiers or want
Today we are free country with all liberal thoughts
On national front we have undergone sufferings when fought
No one wanted any material benefit but only free air
Have we given them what they wanted as fair share?
Motherland is compared to a beautiful and sacred lady
Love and respect shown for all the time from everybody
No one can think of harming national interest?
It is expected and desired even more as best
We have forgotten our past
We have lost the trust
Our head bows down in shame
Where to go and whom to blame?
The beautiful lady, motherland we call, is torn apart
She has been taken off cloths and divided in parts
Who can claim they have national interest at heart?
Can any one think of making again a noble start?
No, nothing will be done
Past golden days are for memory to remain
Flowers will laid as mark of respect once in year
Everybody is afraid and gripped of fear
We are killing our own brethrens
Poor are dying everyday without much concern
This is welfare state we enshrined?
Was that the show for later on to be fined?
We have created position to corner the wealth
Compromised with nature and helped to deteriorate health
It is world boxing match to attract more people
To pay for the show and invite more trouble
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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USA Today
I heard you've been wondering
How I'm getting along
I guess you think I can't make it with you gone
But I don't want you to worry
Don't you lose any sleep
But a man called long-distance this morning
Said they're thinking about putting me
On the cover of the USA Today
The story of heart-breaking pain
Picture of the loneliest man they claim in the USA Today
I don't sleep in the nighttime
Darkness reminds me of you
I lost eight pounds since last Tuesday
But I could stand to lose a few
I don't believe I'm too bad
People say I look fine
The man from the paper seems happy
Says I'm bigger than the latest crime
On the cover of the USA Today
The story of heart-breaking pain
Picture of the loneliest man they claim in the USA Today
So if you're concerned in trouble
Then you're hurting me
Don't you work out this little thing called losing you
Has made a big man out of me
I'm on the cover of the USA Today
The story of heart-breaking pain
Picture of the loneliest man they claim in the USA Today
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Prabhupada - Abhay Charan's College Days
While Abhay was in the college
His father performed his marriage.
But the couple lived not together,
Until his studies were o’er.
Radharani Datta was his spouse,
Who lived in her parent’s house.
As Abhay’s father was so keen
On his son finishing graduation.
Hardly his fourth year was o’er,
There arose a national uproar,
And a “quit India” movement
Against the British government.
Subhas Chandra Bose, his senior,
Who became a national leader,
Urged the students to come out,
And extend their active support.
Always non-political Abhay was,
This time, he liked this cause
For freeing this Dharmic country,
From the shackles of slavery.
Mahatma Gandhi, another leader,
Promptly influenced him further
With a slogan of “Non-co-operation, ”
That, in turn, shook the entire nation.
Krishna’s Bhagavad Gita Book,
Gandhi, with him, always took,
And read some portions therein,
While addressing the nation.
As Abhay loved Gita always,
He felt it one of Gandhi’s ways
To attain the country’s freedom,
Fighting from a spiritual platform.
In 1920, he gave up his studies,
After passing fourth year exams,
And refused to accept his diploma,
As a protest, to liberate India.
The killing of people unarmed,
At Jallianwalla Bagh, in hundreds,
While attending a peaceful meeting,
Triggered a massive national uprising.
This action of British government
Resulted in a total resentment
Among all the Indian people
Against their demonic rule.
Abhay’s father was concerned,
Of his future, and remained worried,
But didn’t go against his son’s free will
And kill his spirit to join a national call.
He got his son fixed up in a job
In his doctor friend’s ‘Bose lab, ’
Where Abhay joined as a Manager
Just to please his worried father.
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It is people
It is people’s victory
No one should feel sorry
It was writing on wall
Demand of the day and call
Mahatma Gandhi did it to gain freedom
Such movement was witnessed seldom
Today it is happening once again
Glory to motherland and power to regain
No bloodshed or single loss of life
Amidst uncertainty, with growing concern and strife
Whole country has witnessed a non violent struggle
With free will drive for looters, grabbers in populated jungle
Why country and poor can not be placed at top?
Why does our spirit and conscience not stop?
What is reason for putting country into shame?
Is the liberal democracy only causing to blame?
Politicians and bureaucrats have done immense damage
The country’s affair is in shamble and unable to manage
The precious national wealth is taken away from people
God only knows when we can do it or be able?
Even the mighty can be brought down to knee
This is movement for calling a country really free
The system is not used to the advantages for few
People are in street to compel the culprits review
Only one man has done the miracle
Whole of country is proud of and entered the circle
The time zeroed in and changes are offered
The conception may be odd but opinion never differed
The country has to be freed from the slavery
From the organized loot and corruption mystery
Who can lead the nation and bring the result?
The country has faced enough of it with insult
Mahatma faced bullet for telling truth
This lone man may loose battle and face the death
Yet whole country is behind mass movement
We can only offer tribute and no other comments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Such Is Life
The importance of what we live by,
holding strong, making fight....as time fly's! ! !
All is a matter of perspective,
you know..
the life you live! ! !
To me :) the soul conquers all,
only the petty will fall.
In the truth I have lived just today,
memory of life is all that will stay.
Yes there is ups and downs,
silly people make you frown...
but in the end,
when you close your eyes...
It's only you...
no private lies.
Seeing picture after picture,
from fifty years....
somehow....
their life....
and a few tears :)
Every moment,
every word,
every picture,
every hurt,
a memory :)
Yes, such is life! ! ! ! !
Yes! ! ! !
Dead Speak Nothing
Body is mortal
Subjects to decay on death's arrival
I shall be of my own now feet
I don't know how shall I be able to meet?
You will be slipped into memory
I shall remember you all the times and feel sorry
It will only add some tension along with worry
I got to get along with unfinished task to carry
I sob slowly and keep quiet
Gather little strength for your body to let
You will taken off after last rites
You will be just faded memory and of the sight
Each passing of the day may pose problem
I shall have to fight and counter them
You were towering strength and source of inspiration
Holy and so close unforgettable dad- daughter relation
Your little smile gave me enough of courage
Even in dark I was sure and able to manage
You stood there for me all the times
I may now wake up in dream sometimes
'Please, you all move to one side' the voice shook my head
They were about to lift the body and take it as dead
He was no more to be seen in coming days
They were taking him far and miles away
I touched and bowed your feet
The last and memorable moment to touch and greet
I sensed it like wood with mo movement
Your soul was taken away as if to be sent
I may have to look at little stars
Sometimes I may see you above and very far
Will you talk to me dad and show the way?
You were till the last sun shine and ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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May Come And Go
Each year may come and go
With different colors like rainbow
Many things to remember and many to forgo
Some time to keep quiet and sometimes to blow
Colors all carry with same importance
Each represents mood with chance
Life too must be finely woven
Smoothly and carefully driven……
We may sometimes celebrate it as birthday
To find new hope for coming days
Not to shed tears for what has gone away
But with new resolve o find alternate way
We name it as anniversary and try to enjoy
To hide the draw backs it is clear employ
How the children enjoy with new toys
Funny way to deal with by all naughty boys
It is required and I fee it necessary
The joy may invariably vary to some degree
Yet fine medium to find among friends and relatives
The joy and happiness really remain subjective
I turn new leaf in life journey
Wish only happy moments and not the money
I wished every one to be happy and with me
As it had driven me in happy mood and totally free
Each year must count on new vigor
Strength and resolve must go in for
To achieve new peaks and earn the fame
There is nothing more to pass on as blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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