Be true to yourself
You are true to your self
The sea has enough in its shelf
Still it remains calm and quiet
The feelings are definitely made know or let
Was this really intended to turn out?
What was then sacrifice, sufferings and all about?
So much blood shed in the name of religion
Instead why not spread the message of love in all the regions?
Where do we find actual feeling?
Who wants to offer it just as willing?
I don't know what I am celebrating
Was the sacrifice meant for equating?
Yes it has been reduced to mere celebration
There is no direct link of any suggestion or connection
It has been reduced to purely an event for joy
let whole world deep in it and enjoy
I shall not remain in doors
Rather go out in the services of poor
I will be able to share their grief
Though I shall stay only brief
We have come off to an age
Today we are able to mange
There are no more crisis as that of past
The torture and intolerance has a long last
I would love to be among needy
They will really be nice and no greedy
I shall celebrate with them in free air
This will be sensible and fair
It least I will not be called Hippocratic
At least this be less sarcastic
I shall love the occasion to be celebrated
But the poor and forgotten ones will be feted'
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To kill a son
He won't say to kill son
There are various reasons
What can be dearer to kids?
Find out the correct leads
He meant to shed the dear one
No one took the notice and bothered none
Same age old sticking to orthodox views
Time is ripe now to think about dews
What do we offer in turn?
Is that only prayer for good return?
Sincere words for only well being?
Think not of worshiping to become king?
We just picked words but not spirit
It was clear and could be read even in dimly lit
It was meant to be understood by all
Good message with divine call
It is no different today
We have found the excuses on the way
We want the hope with bright ray
But do not heed what He has to say
Only three words he wanted to give
Love to others and make it to believe
No return for sins and try to forgive
Try to bear the pain and help to relieve
Poor and downtrodden are two eyes of God
Believe in Him and conscious not to be sold
Help them and get in turn all what you desire
He is there to look after all and admire
Many religions of the world has come up of their own
It had blessings from God and nicely given
Always on some understanding for followers
They will uphold the values and not lower
When some words are taken as spoken form mouth
You can’t interpret it as north for south
They are well intended and not meant to flout
The religion and preaching is all this about
It has survived the bad taste of the time and age
We have still preferred to confine to the cage
We conviniently hold the views to our advantage
We try to act differently even after reading from golden pages
God will never demand precious things from you
This is paramount fact and quite true
Nothing else is expected except true understanding
It will ever lasting and always binding
He is true father and rescues us in the time of crisis
There is laying of so much emphasis on this
He will direct us to do what ever is within our capacity
As he is fully aware and conscious of our ability
So love any religion you believe in
Pray any God you think you can close in
There may be overall change in your approach
The influence is ever lasting as such
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not What You See
Love is not what you see
Love is bond and makes you feel free
Enjoy and be part of dreamy world
Always nice to be together in lovely fold
Don’t feel alone as we are one
We can make it nice one by one
You have your own way
But stay near and don't go away
Make it easy to take free air
No foul play and treatment very fair
This is strongest desire from female partner
As you will be her protector and Gardner
It doesn’t matter what you try and seek
It always matters that you remain strong and not turn weak
Love demands sacrifice at every turn
It is both the ways and mandatory to return
Why expect that only females may surrender?
They will have no say and merely fall under
For what has been unsaid and agreed for
So utmost care to be taken not to turn the relation sour
I have heard it number of times
The promises are forgotten sometimes
It may happen when tide turns in disfavor
Yet it should not be at the cost of personal honor
Leave it besides if it costs your relation
No bad emotions should be given any indication
Effort should be on to improve upon
The bond will not be lost but certainly won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Silent March
Love has always ruled human mind
Acted over long horizon very kind
It has provided very hard core
Only strong resolve needed to explore
We have inherited it from seasons
No one troubles anybody without reasons
If you go against nature then you are inviting the wrath
Devastation all over that is including death
To change it is to welcome and dominates the scene
Such attitude has fascinated us and always seen
After all love has been at the central core
Even poorest of poor go for it and adore
It is been seen at every level but with difference
We draw the lesson with different inference
Even animals provide clue as how to tackle life
In crisis we should remain calm and avoid use of knife
Love wins love and hate inflames hate
In no case, hate can reign supreme or relate
It has no edge over love in showing passion
Eyes speak when question of showing compassion arises
No religion has advocated preaching of violence
We should avoid any such occasion hence
Not that world can be won over with complete annihilation
Still void may not be filled and remain burning question
Why world peace has remained still a distant dream?
Why is it that we don’t even reach or it seems?
There remains some distrust and enough of confidence
We need to explore and give love with peace a chance
We have shed enough of blood on name of land and religion
Still it has remained illusion to build stable region
We are unable to worship almighty without fear
Lot more agony, misery, pain and hardship to face and bear
Let us not carry any sign of religion but bear a love torch light
Strong resolve at heart with olive branch and silent march to fight
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Wings to spread
WINGS to spread
How beautiful heart can afford to miss?
When it has not witnessed the death kiss
How lovely lady at heart can remain a miss?
When she has everything to offer and please
How one can pretend to be so ignorant?
When almighty Himself guide and warrant
Is he not spreading message for all?
Are we ignoring His will and call?
I am at pain to come across any unwilling soul
Why should one smell rat in everything as foul?
What if one incidence has proved slight barrier
Are we not here to spread the message as carrier?
I wish I could spread my wings so large and shadow
I could roam freely and see through window
Will it be violation of any rule if I try to venture?
Will it in any way affect her for coming days in future?
We go deep into crisis and find nothing
We have obligation on our part offer something
It is inspiration with feelings that has to come to the fore
It will be unique combination never witnessed before
How can we seclude heart which is longing for fresh air?
How can we hide our happiness with mere show of split hair?
It is God gift in every animal and human being
We have our own views, feelings and act as queen or king
Why sun rises from the east with bright golden rays?
What has to he do with opening of sky and show the ways?
Why not morning cool breeze stay as it not ought not to?
Can they not remain to be aloof from all natural process too?
I may not change or alter the course
It is not my intention or purpose of course
It is mere repeat ion of what we are expected to perform
It should be unfortunate we remain in form or out of form
I can’t have any regrets to offer
I can’t afford to disgrace self or differ
Why to prefer seclusion and suffer?
It is as good as simple death we prefer
I won’t confine to self and regret
Why regrets when option is open to let
Let beats be known to loving world
Why to offer stones and reception cold?
I will not accept domination or any sway
I have not regret but simple thought to pray
I shall stay among and not go away
It may be me only and find the way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet
Real gem with good name
You are eligible to claim
Poems with nice composition
Quick in row with nice disposition
So is the role of poet
Never to sit quiet
If there is unrest somewhere
He has to reach there
Write for the cause
It is essential because
That may give insight view
May not reach to all but few
So they are the third eye
For the society to try
Give them enough of love and honor
It is trusted upon and called for
What do the poets write today?
Stars, moon and Milky Way
About horizon and hollowness
But why not to see at ground's face?
Poor move half naked
Their interest is forgotten and not staked
Rich become richer
Poor remain sufferer
Environment is affected
Public opinion still not reacted
Trees are cut and rivers are blocked
Coal is forgotten and from gas it is cooked
Sing not for artificial songs
Love not for what is wrong
Write not for only imagery
World is already in mess and cuts sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As Great Loss
I grew nice beard
For nice words to be heard
To be felt as inseparable part
Belong to sect and never to depart
I am called Muslim or Musalmeen *
The true meaning of it is as sacred with means
The person who longs for purity
With prayers five times a day to the services of Almighty
Which religion teaches us to be pure as devotees?
Free from hatred and provide shade like tree
Protect poor and wish the end of month as full charity
To the orphans and destitute who believe in the work of the almighty
I walk on same path as Result-e lillah observed
I never thought it was right or I deserved
Yet it was strong faith and I believed
Any pain or hurdle was gracefully removed
I cried for all those painful moments
When heard about blasts all over to resent
How many innocent might have lost lives?
Who can share such cowardice acts and believe?
I knell down before Him
Shed tears and ask to forgive along with them
How can I be part of such glorious religion?
Where Allah can be made as mere spectator in any region
I can force no one but only pray
Can never stick to absurd rules and run away
I shall love to be among those
Who really care for and repose?
They will never repent?
Even if you show no mercy and remain absent
On the scene to deliver no good
As they have only one faith and that is understood
Lead us to the safety corner
That shall be felt sooner or later
We can bring back all those
Who are misguided and see it as great loss
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Remembrance Sunday 2001
That war word, has been given meaning yet again,
As we meet in the shadow of the twin towers
Seeking to remember those who died
In what seems so long ago, freedom remains illusive.
Freedom from fear, freedom to speak, freedom to worship.
So on this day, we say our thanks, with gratitude
To the names etched here long ago.
Remember with pride the sacrifice they made for us
Remember to the young who fight today
To keep that flame of freedom lit
Throughout our world, for all people
Remember to that single sacrifice
On a hill outside Jerusalem,
The one who called the world to love
Whose words inspire today’s, humanity
To seek that which is the ultimate power
To love your neighbour as yourself
The greatest challenge of all.
To become powerless, in a world
That seeks for power by domination
poem by James Tipp
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Today Is The Day We Celebrate
Today is the day we celebrate
The birth of our Lord
When we forgive our enemies
And we lay down our swords
Today is the day we celebrate
For our King was born on this day
Back so many years ago
He was boen in a manger of hay
Today is the day we celebrate
Though He died for our sins
And as long as we believe
He'll be coming for us again
Today is the day we celebrate
And share in the wealth of love
For it is our endless treasure
Placed in our hearts from above
Today is the day we celebrate
May this day never end
For Christmas is the day we should
Spread love among family and friends
poem by Norman Hale
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Admiration
Admiration
To those
Who love and live
With faith and re-live
Admiration
For those
Who believe in sacrifice?
Stand dedicated with promises
Admiration
To those
Who wants to serve the poor?
With no lip services but actual workers
They may stand all tall
Receive tumultuous call
Respect and honor wherever they go
It is small gesture on our part to flow
Little bit of compassion and love to arrive
For down trodden and deprived
That shall be called real service
You may have life to spend at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bailout My Soul
My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy
The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you
It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green
For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke
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Lovely society Vavroovahana Patra
Love people of all religions;
Enjoy the beauty of creation.
Love the family members;
Fulfill their desires.
Help the poor delightfully;
Derive the bliss of God gaily.
God loves all innocent creatures;
With profound love fulfills their desires.
Help the destitute, patients sympathetically;
Sacrifice for the needy poor women gaily.
Sacrificing life for others live peacefully;
Derive God’s bliss gaily.
Help the widow in the society;
Love, help the orphans financially with gaiety.
Divine power increases with self sacrifice;
With profound love derive Divine bliss.
Divine bliss showers on all pure creatures;
God fulfills their desires.
Fraternity brings peace, purity, delight;
All derive love, affection in a good society.
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I am back
I am in action and back again
To live peacefully for strength to regain
In past I had never been so upset
Though I took it as fate
Who says life can be hell?
when it has done so well
we are not here for everybody to tell
it is not the commodity to sell
love is to treasured all along
why to go into details who was right or wrong?
you can't have it easily for song?
you have to be a part and stay among
who can come and cheat you of your treasure?
you can enjoy it with immense pleasure
you were never comfortable or sure
now enough memories are there to assure
no one can shut the door
you are happiest among all and not poor
you can open any chapter and go through
you can see it as false or true
you have nothing to do with treachery
they have no arrows to shoot in archery
previously you were easy target
now you are free person and can forget
it was never a game
You have no one to blame
it is their bad luck to ignore
you had tried everything to explore
cool breeze may stay for while
you have still plenty of time to think meanwhile
the sun may bring bright shine
rest all will be in order and very fine
it is temporary phase
you got to relax and ease
there had been no love lost
it was real test and had nothing to cost
time may pass off and wound may also heal
there was nothing actually to steal
I had loved her and taken as real
now there is no use to shed tears or feel
it may stay in remote corner of mind
I shall have immense pleasure to find
they may surface at any moment
I have nothing more to offer as comment
I do under stand the sacred meaning
i can't act contrary to prove it as demeaning
it might have brought so much pain anguish
The real matter was no going to finish
I am happiest person on earth
It may remain till the death
I have yet to live up to expectations
though it has severed the relation
is it important to get everything desired?
can love be purchased or hired?
it requires sacrifice and reward
life is always meant to be positive to look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Religion
We didnt know no better, and they said it could be worse
Some people thought it was blessing
Other people think that its a curse
Its a choice between fact and fiction
And the whole world has gone astray
Thats why theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no straight answers
Of what this thing called love is all about
Some say its unconditional
Other people just remain in doubt
Well I cleaned up my diction, I had nothing left to say
Except theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But theres nobody on this planet that can ever be so meek
And I cant bleed for you
You have to do it your own way
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But have you ever met anybody whos ever been the meek
And its so cruel to expect the saviour to save the day
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no mystery, and theres nothing hidden
And theres no religion here today
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
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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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Simple prayer
I am glad you could understand and view
There may be hardly any one or very few
I feel the seriousness of thee name
it will be futile on our part to contest or claim
I shall stand alone and try to share
Let him kindly lead and take me there
I shall receive the divine touch
I have awaited for occasion as such
I have no place to go anywhere
I have withered the storm to find him here
In all my pains and agony he has stood firm
My eyes could not believe it or confirm
Love has flowed from his tearful eyes
Mercy is always there if someone sincerely tries
He has nothing to take from us but everything to give
Let us learn to live with his little tune and try to forgive
Storm may lash and tides may rise
Wind may calm down with bright sunrise
Darkness may never reappear and peace shall prevail
Why to wait for tomorrow when he is before us to avail
I am made of simple clay
As simple as toy to play
Body may remain but soul taken away
Is there any option or some alternate in a way?
I would only pray for blessings
I shall find it on forehead of poor while kissing
Nothing shall appear ordinary or go simply missing
I heed to all words while plainly advising
I have longed for his hand over my head
I wished he could show me path and lead
I was knee deep in worldly affairs
It was unwise to act and stand as fair
I am totally blind and unmindful of sins
Fools in people’s eye as in defeat I find win
I know for sure it is futile to dream and hold
Still feel warmth of his kindness in severe cold
I may not be in services of poor
But still inviting them at door
Whatever I could offer as token of love
It is all I could do to hold it as above
You have given me enough and may last long
I shall be thriving for rightness even if go wrong
I want to live, survive and stay among
If I can pray in verses like beautiful song
I expect to be blessed with harmony and peace
Rest of the period may be spent at ease
I wish to be a part and parcel of holy journey
What else I thrive and expect from o, almighty?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A freedom is won
To free from yoke is called freedom
It is arising out of great struggle and wisdom
It has no parallel in history and forgotten seldom
It is great occasion as freedom is won
It is considered holier than holy
It is celebrated with fun fare and enjoyed wholly
It is considered as unique occasion
It has been realized through wisdom and vision
No one may prefer long domination
It will result into hatred and alienation
It will give rise to rebellion and mutiny
The powerful kingdom may be reduced as small or tiny
It gives rise to national sentiments
There is always popular movement
It is backed by aspirations and hatred
They are all out to lead and to be led
Have you even seen the joy and happiness in animal?
When they are freed from captivity from arrival?
We are human being and have some powerful thinking
How can any right person may prefer to witness sinking?
Everybody is driven by simple logic
No one should be kept under yoke without any basic
It can not be the power game or show of strength
We are prepared to sacrifice and go to any length
God has made us free and sent as such for mission
We may be subjected to an act of omission and emission
But it an never be the sole aim of domination
No country may prefer to be called a slave nation
No one can keep it for long and rule with peace
It may be temporary lull or truce
The hidden lava may erupt to engulf all
It may then amount to disappearance and fall
No one has survived or tolerated the subjugation
Either its s bloodbath or peaceful anticipation
The outcome is definitely on expected lines
The sun is emerging with powerful shine
It may add to more or existing agony and pain
The phase may be called critical and uncertain
It might have played havoc with the system
It was so far not realized by them
It is possible that you may be treated even shabbily
You may face misrule and can't digest it happily
The freedom struggle had last long with enormous losses
Now there may be fight for becoming the head or bosses
We may have complete say in internal matter
We may be recognized as peace lover and trend setter
What are we going to offer to the free world?
Will it be an attempt to push them back to the arena of cold?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Yes I Still Believe
Yes, I still believe, and
It is
True Love, that has brought this story
To your door
For I truly love a cozy chair, an open fire
Grandchildren, playing on my floor
My favorite book, Coca Cola's taste desired
Yet I've purpose with this story and it's
Mine alone
For
Such selfish comforts are these
But as a man I scarcely enjoy them on my own
Until I've done my best to ease
The grief and pains, That are everywhere
They abide with me even today
So my book, my coke, my easy chair
Must wait,
Till I find some way
To send true loves message
Or loving words I wish to say
I hope you never forget them
And in return whisper them to someone today
These tender words many families have never spoken
These types of letters never sent
But still this is the long forgotten message
The wealth of true love, never spent
I send them out to those who wait
To show them that true love still cares
Even yet
I know
It might sound strange to you
But I still believe, and this is love's way
My wish, my hopes, I pray
The very best for you
On this coming Christmas Day
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Your Love
your love is what cleanses my soul.
your love is what makes me whole.
your love is what has taken me
from the darkness into the light.
your love is what makes this world bright.
without you we are like sheep
who have gone astray.
heading towards the wolf
and becoming its prey.
your love gives us purpose in this life.
because of your love
you made the ultimate sacrifice.
you was nailed to the cross
for all the world to see
that you took away our sins
and set us free.
christianity has spread through out
the world, and your love is taught
to every young boy and girl.
GOD took six days to create
this world and the universe
and all it contains
and nothing ever stays the same.
we cannot do it better or faster than he.
so for peace we must wait patiently.
but his love can be spread daily
for all to see, that with him
is where we should be.
poem by Louis Rams
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Own perception
People have their own perception
As it is going on since long from the inception
If we do not learn it from the first reception
How can we claim ignorance or exception?
It is age old saying that eyes do not reveal wrong?
You can not cheat anybody by singing a song
If you have mastery over eyes and tongue
You can mesmerize any one when nicely sung
When you are fully lost in love and think nothing
It is likely to take you for acid testing
It may prove fatal or end in blessings
So one must ensure nothing remains behind as missing
Anybody may manipulate it for anything
It is alright so long we don’t dream on wings
If we choose to sink regardless of result
The strong base can not be built
Love means sacrifice and nothing in return
It may take anytime worst or ugly turn
No one can blame it as blind faith
It will hurt you even at the time of death
You will have to take pledge
That you will endure full age
Nothing may stop you from going near
Even if that may cause so much fear
Love is meant to be lost for ever
To live in another world and nothing to hear
No noise, no disturbance of any kind
You will go deep with clear conscience in mind
Let there be no different message in eye
Let the tongue slip away and try
Yet the essence of love must remain same
You catch it from any direction it has come
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh! onion
I have forgotten to test
Though you were cheap and best
Any time I was in position to cry
You have lost your charm, why?
Why all of sudden you have become celebrity
Is there improvement in your quality?
Do you think you are in formidable weapon?
Make us cry and push to death like serpent's venom
One of the poor men’s best companions
The so called name given as onions
How long will you compel to shed the tears?
Will we have to undergo burden and fear?
It has disappeared from the market
I have decided to forgo or forget
The name as such of onion
Though it remained the poor men’s diet as true champion
I would love to curse all those
Who have courage to hide it and dispose?
Snatch the food for their greedy wish
And pushing the persons to perish
A rare commodity now beyond reach
We have lost moral ground to preach
We have no soul left such to search
I can forget it as commodity as such
The democracy has become a biggest joke
Much legislation are passed and ordinances invoked
Poor watch helplessly and stand as provoked
The scenario is changed as everything is smoked
You have independent judiciary to safeguard interest
You have freedom of speech and serves as best
You are called master of destiny and luck
Still they are all out for your blood to suck
You live in wilderness as people come and rob
You wonder in world without having job’
You have nothing else to do except to rot
Still dream for shine after proving a blot
How many may be gifted with little fortune?
How far they will be fortunate enough to remain in tune?
Do they fear that their bread will be snatched one day?
If the person in street is pushed to commit in wrong way
I would love if it is declared as unsafe heaven
Where all wrong doers escape and enjoy even
Those hands which are meant for public good
Can successfully snatch slice of poor man’s food
We will be on path of successful march
It will be biggest show of deception and can be called as farce
We may succeed in concealing the naked truth
Everybody may feel pinch of salt when tongue is pressed between teeth
I can only pay almighty
To give them little sense and shower the pity
Think, what would have happened?
If the life span was never threatened
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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