Best known by culture
Any country will be best known by culture it has
It can present proudly the best possible face
It would be considered then civilized nation
To raise head in recognition with simple elation
The statesmen and heroes come next to adore
Even though they might have done extra or more
The country can afford luxury of being called generous
Rich in deep cultural heritage and prosperous
Dynasties after dynasties ruled vast chunk of land
Ruled for long after annexing and subjugating their land
The civilization has deep roots in culture and literature
It gives immense advantage to be measured for sure
The treasure can be taken away or stolen
Its impression can not be wiped out or forgotten
It will remain for centuries buried under land
To be excavated and shaped as forbidden dreamland
It may speak of the golden time it had enjoyed
The coins and clay pots may reveal what tact they had employed
The rich tradition in craft can shed the light on old technology
And some knowledge on geology and good ecology
Some of the cities speak well of their ancient heritage
It sustained the blow with devastating blow and age
The heavy wind and earth quakes might have ruined the structures
Though enough has been found out to be read in scriptures
The Romans were great warriors with fine weaponry
Their conduct on and off the field was of highest standard and exemplary
Though some of the records coincide with the facts but different accounts vary
It is not known what might have been their fate in meeting with adversary
The pictures and scripts are decoded to throw some light
The time may come to their rescue to prove them right
Some of the opinions may be erroneous and faulty
It may be assessed rightly and strengthen by the faculty
Any such development in the field of literature is welcome
It might have been influenced by any out come
The legendry tales and folk songs still rule the mind of people
It may be still interesting subject for the most of the pupils
It is matter of great pride and honor to live with
Such fine tradition to exhibit without any filth
To make it as part of world archeology
Without raising any controversy or bogey
Many writers may claim it as privilege
Many may chide at it and commit sacrilege
I take it as an opportunity and explore
Any civilization or literature needs to be adored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A culture and tolerence
Any culture that teaches tolerance is great
Their back ground and heritage may clearly state
The excavations may lead to some clue
It is remnant of national treasure and venue
No one can simply boost of culture without any back ground
It has to be worked out on certain theory and must be found
All revelations that may come to the fore and in light
It may have to be preserved as asset and declared as monument or site
National achieve is full of ancient gadgets
They are provided with special budget
They are not made to suffer for the want of fund
It is preference for national pride for the land
When we speak highly of achieves?
We clearly see what that stand to achieve?
How national sentiments bring them together in the time of crisis?
There is no special thinking or thesis
We are full aware that national moral should stand all the time very high
National flag should be seen all over and fly
It is not mere piece of cloth but heart of millions
It must send clear waves to the heart of aliens
Many countries are known for their known loyalty
The people have also proved it number of times by remaining loyal
They had deep regard for the ruler of the land
They stood fast for the country with hand to hand
Nothing can compare when it comes to the question of devotion
It is the duty of all population to keep the wheels in motion
Nation may survive only when there is complete faith and awareness
It is necessary to maintain that level with solidarity and oneness
Nobody can afford to be less vigilant
There may still be danger from distant
It is not that only neighbors may prove hostile
Big powers may interfere and watch for while
Natural resources are always power of strength
Country can afford to go to any length
It may not have self sufficiency in all the fields
It may still have the courage to garner more yields
Country may stand fast against foreign pressure
It can carve out honorable path and assure
Nothing can be compromised at the cost of pride
It can’t be bartered or attempts be made to hide
We hold honor and pride if remain attached to motherland
We can work hard and make it as wonderland
It may be so that it has its existence not because of present
It may have deep roots with people’s consent
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother India
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
In Your Lap live men and women
Of every caste and religion.
You rain your love and affection
On them all without distinction.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You have got a peculiar trait
Due to which you are very great.
You adopt the foreigners too,
Who like to live and die for you.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are beautiful, all perfect;
You are rich in every aspect.
In the ancient times, we have heard,
Aliens called you ‘a golden bird’
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
The mountains guard your honour here;
The ocean washes your feet there.
The rivers contain sweet water
Which for us is just like nectar.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Our culture is ancient and high,
We are respected that is why.
Culture has bound us by and by,
With a chain of pure love and tie.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men
Who are not loyal, but still then,
Pose as lovers of this nation,
Whom we do not like to mention.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men;
Fire of hatred they ever fan.
Freedom, we fear, may not be lost,
Which we have got at a great cost.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Let us be wise not to be tool
Of selfish powers which befool
Those who do not well understand
Their aim which is behind their stand.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We will be lucky, if we die
For you, O Gracious Country High!
We’ll give them a fitting reply,
Who see you with a slanting eye.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
poem by Aziz Ahmad
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With precision
All established facts and routes
Carry the name and bear the fruits
Nothing is lost except old civilization
Yet to be remembered for its great organization
We live in new world with precision
To come near is our decision
To preserve rich heritage is blessed with provision
To look back with wisdom and good vision
Who will take care and preserve records?
Research on each and every decoded word
We have to live by and adhere to old spirit
We are proud of ancient land under our feet
It must have ancient roots with authenticity
Many might have been lost tail with coming up of new cities
Yet excavations bring so many startling revelations
It is healthy sign and good indication
We can build from stretch and rewrite history
It should not seem imaginary story
It has to be backed by scientific research
We will then only be able to find more on search
Some of the historic sites are just an example
They have been able to withstand and capable
Any decay that was to be caused by weather
Rest were possible by human efforts to wither
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother India
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
In Your Lap live men and women
Of every caste and religion.
You rain your love and affection
On them all without distinction.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You have got a peculiar trait
Due to which you are very great.
You adopt the foreigners too,
Who like to live and die for you.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are beautiful, all perfect;
You are rich in every aspect.
In the ancient times, we have heard,
Aliens called you ‘a golden bird’
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
The mountains guard your honour here;
The ocean washes your feet there.
The rivers contain sweet water
Which for us is just like nectar.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Our culture is ancient and high,
We are respected that is why.
Culture has bound us by and by,
With a chain of pure love and tie.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men
Who are not loyal, but still then,
Pose as lovers of this nation,
Whom we do not like to mention.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men;
Fire of hatred they ever fan.
Freedom, we fear, may not be lost,
Which we have got at a great cost.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Let us be wise not to be tool
Of selfish powers which befool
Those who do not well understand
Their aim which is behind their stand.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We will be lucky, if we die
For you, O Gracious Country High!
We’ll give them a fitting reply,
Who see you with a slanting eye.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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Congratulation
I must whole heartedly congratulate
A loving tribute to octogenarian and relate
How life might have given him sleepless nights?
To spend the entire life at ease with resolve to fight
I love his one remark about country
A beautiful land bestowed on us by almighty
Motherland must be felt as matter of pride by all of us
Let us strengthen his belief with all the trust
Let the destiny day come as sense of fulfillment
Let our soul feel at that time as proudest moment
We have lived with diverse culture and affinity
A rarest thing ever found in world history
It is rare gesture to a person
Who has spent entire life with noble reasons?
He could rest and spend time easily
Yet he offered to the services of literature readily
Let us all wish him great success
Good health and wealth with easy access
It may provide him means to live
Life to be enjoyed and relived
Life is to be lived at full length
Not in number but with achievement and strength
He has done it with extra ordinary zeal
I wish him all the success in life real
We may pick some threads
Take a lesson and like to lead
More to learn and more to read
From life itself before we are no more or dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I want that India back
The Golden Bird
with rich culture,
Widely heard
for its treasure,
Remembered for
Great kings & great saints,
who took birth
on that land,
That dignity,
That greatness,
Now, where is that?
"I want that India back"
Rulers and dynasties
came and went,
But no one
too long remained,
Found defeated
and turned away,
Against its unity
and "Satyagraha",
That brotherhood,
That equality,
Can anyone return me that?
"I want that India back"
The relation
of teacher and student,
For which
famous was my land,
where youth
became inspiration,
And followed truth
away from corruption,
That zeal,
That spirit,
Youth can only return that,
"I want that India back"
poem by Kaushal Saboo
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Miser by nature
Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation
Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood
It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance
Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers
Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense
It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought
Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality
I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Family bond
Some bonds are considered to be of top quality
That has been blessed by almighty
It has got sanction from the society
All people respect such bond with one voice and unity
Family consists of children and parent
Grant parents are included instantly
It becomes one of the important tasks
We can proudly say if some one asks
"Charity begins at home" old stories reveal
Everybody knows how far they are real!
Good foundation is laid at home
Children are brought up with suggestions and are welcome
So it is first step in nation building
Brought up with pride and honor and never yielding
Such and fine people are product of good family
Nation too can feel proud of its people and their capability
Some of the writings are well inscribed
They are inked with golden letters and described
Why family is considered as most important?
Holiest of holy and stands very much distinct
People may proudly claim their ancient heritage
Remember their forefathers in coming ages
Their children and grand may proudly feel their contribution
That has been extended as pure gesture for distribution
British have proud tradition of honoring queen
They have wedded to democracy but respect royal scene
They consider it as national proud and holy body
"King does no wrong" to the surprise of everybody
One should always feel proud of ancestral bond
It is matter to be felt at root we all mist second
It is healthy practice and one must understand the traditional value
So when time comes to look at and have periodical review
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Our Great Land- Bharath
My Mother India is a great nation
Of peoples, states, creeds, languages galore;
Our diversity is our main bastion;
Our Democracy our neighbors’ eye-sore!
We inherit a great culture so old,
Rich traditions and sacred heritage;
Our minds and hearts are something more than gold;
The land is home to scholars, saints and sage.
Non-violence is our guiding principle;
We want to live in amity with all;
Our country is a great world-example!
We’ll fend our frontiers but will never fall.
Let not our foes us underestimate;
Our Will is strong which none can decimate.
5-31-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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But it is obvious that our fathers, whose efforts have planted these great and prosperous cities along the once lonely trails of our own broad land, received all the fundamentals of civilization as a heritage from their European ancestors.
quote by James H. Breasted
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A book as medium
A book is called book if reveals human misery
Contains past glorious events of the history
Speak nothing about treason and mystery
All relevant truth essential to be made known to country
We have long and cherish memory of past
Brave people and heroic struggle put up to last
Upholding the traditional values and customs
Benefiting millions of countrymen to know abut freedom
It can be anything from religion to struggle
Coming out successfully from known troubles
Improving and maintaining cordial relation
Having peace at all the times and no more questions
It can be about recreating hymns and prayers
Lost in the past waves yet alive in inner layers
Recalling how ancestors in the past were prosperous
Leading happy and ordinary life sans contentious
It may be unfortunate if we don’t cover the expeditions
Scaling of high peak mountains under adverse conditions
Rich heritage from cultural revolutions up to current stage
To be remembered by all right from the stalwarts to the teenage
Even though books are rich so far literature is concerned
Some of the topics are to be avoided and discerned
It may give temporary pleasure but leave behind deep scar
The bitterness to be remo0ved and pushed very far
The book represents marble statue carved out from simple stones
It may speak live the history and impressions already gone
The credit goes to the originator who did so much pain in writing
It must create congenial atmosphere and lead to no more fighting
It must also lead to preservation of the nation as single entity
No contents must speak disheartening facts leading to disunity
This is dangerous trend now days seen in recent revelations
It solves less but creates controversies and lots of questions
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Civilization may.........
Civilizations may emerge fresh and vanish
Remains may be found later on but not finish
Excavations may shed some light on glorious past
There may be some reasons for its extinctions very fast
How does nation emerge with historical traditions?
Deep rooted love for holy land without condition
Every citizen ready to shed blood for its pride and honor
All to defend irrespective of old or young major or minor
Nation may remain within secured boundaries
It may have all the prosperity with big industries
Peace and stability may still elude the nation
Other neighbors may not like to have good relations
How can sentiments and attachments remain intact without identity?
Stable nation with strong defense is all call of the day and necessity
Nation can only prosper and rise with strong and resolute action
We the people of nation has every right to defend without any reaction
Can any nation prosper without popular support?
Is it not essential to live as one nation with good rapport?
Does then any nation may you look towards you for any weak spot?
I think they will refrain from any mad misadventure and dare not
It will be great shame if we have to live under constant fear
It will be living death if constantly agony and pain we have to bear
Nation will pass through identity crisis and suffer with humiliation
To live under shame may add insult and find no reconciliation
It is right said “don’t ask what country is doing for you”
But ask “what you are doing for the country”
It has deep meaning in it and quiet sensible thought behind
Any nation can’t afford to go without it and reasonably find
No nation can advance and have identity of its own
If it has no clear policy and stand clearly known
At least people of other nations may look toward with a respect
They will think twice before and enter into pact
Ancient civilizations were knows for its tolerance
“Live and let others live” was slogan free from any interfearence
This always formed corner stone of policy
Liberty and freedom were not the words from mighty
Liberal thoughts must prevail and message should go across
Let there be the free world with liberty thoughts and no threats to pose
No intimidation of any sort with mutual territorial integrity in tact
Let there be free flow of people to uphold the humanity in fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Africa. A land...
Africa.
A land full of mysteries,
A land where the Gods speaks,
A land where Nature talks in secret ancestral tongues,
A land rich in Culture and Heritage,
The soil, drenched in sweat and blood
Listens to the poundings of the African feet
As they dance to the sound of patriotism.
Africa.
The land of hope and bliss,
The land of milk and honey,
The land where freedom was fought for,
The land rich in natural beauty,
The people, blessed with strength and grace
Fights for the love of their land
As they listen to the pleas of the drenched soil.
poem by Muneerah Abdulrahman
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To You, Africa
You are a beautiful terra firma
With beautiful people
Rich in history
Rich in prosperity
You are a land of life hard lived
Through droughts and famines
Your people had a lot to give
Your villages were of close community
Unlike that of civilization
You were the best example
that the world could have seen
Then the toubob began to arrive
And your people were taken
With no regard for your childrens lives
I know you are still shaken
Taken from the land they loved
Shoving their beloved Earth into their mouth
For one last taste of you, Africa
Your people have been stolen
Your people have been killed
Your generations have been lost
Your families have been torn apart
Your people have been enslaved
Your women have been raped
Your people have long suffered
Your people have lived through misery
Stolen for what purpose
Other than to be a serf
Some say it could have been worse
But we know it was the worst
Africa, your people are great
Your people are strong
Your people survived through it all
Your people still sung their songs
After 1865 they were freed
Yet still they were enslaved it seemed
Today there are still places that ban your people
Brought here unwillingly, to this 'land of the free'
Your people are who can change this nation
Your people are here for that reason
All hope is not lost
We will succeed regardless of the cost
This is to you, Africa
poem by Ryan Sanders
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May rise again
Friends, All I read with great anguish
You are waging a battle for fight to finish
Still no hope of solution or end in sight
When tunnel will find its bright light
This all happening in our own land
Whom we then call foe or friend?
Our biggest enemy is in control of affair?
Where can we expect everything as fair?
I cry with pain and shed tears
Nothing more to side with you than to bear
We have vitiated the whole land with dishonor
I don't know what we are fighting for
Far flung areas suffer from neglect
We have not time to cater the need and act
All running in the name of God and almighty
What else to feel other than pity?
Though rich in culture and heritage
Still we live in tradition with old age
No one to care and no one to take forward
No means to live with any of the standard
I hear lot many stories for tortures
This can not be seen as bright future
What else do we have to nurture?
How can we make it fix tenure?
Still we live in prime age
Keep humans with chain and in cage
We have nothing to inscribe on the page
No desires left except to burn with rage
I will rise from the grave
I will be that much brave
But not when I am still alive
It is very difficult to survive and live
What to talk of freedom?
It appeals for nothing and heard seldom
It has lost its original charm
In freedom and liberty there is more harm
What will we live for our next generation?
Witness of prisons, ghettos or camps of concentration
Tortures and unbearable pain undergone or humiliation
Was this the award for hard efforts for alleviation?
I shall like to close the eyes and breathe last
It is pushing me to the corner very fast
I have no love left for hollow words
Staying in middle without looking forward or backward
The world has yet to witness the cruelty
It is attributed to our system which is faulty
How can one decide the fate of millions?
When they know nothing or have any liens?
I curse not for their negligence
But prefer to live with such ugly presence
Shall opt for no more violence
Life has become hell unbearable hence
*I may rise again from the grave*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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National sentiments
Beautiful universe is divided in to continents
All its nationals are driven by pure sentiments
There is flare up or riots on slight pretexts
Bitterness takes place when quoted out of context
Neighbors take sometimes take to pitched battle
It is do or die game for them not to settle
Their anger and rage may boil like tea in kettle
It may sometimes led to skirmishes and prove fatal
It is definitely a live game to demonstrate
Peace, harmony and co-existence to state
Brotherhood signal to come out and vibrate
Its impact is very hard and difficult to narrate
Why national interest is allowed to rise to certain level?
Why sport spirit is killed only for the players to excel?
Is it not totally commercialized to hurt the national pride?
Why do we still very hard to camouflage and hide?
We take pride in our cultural heritage and acclaim
It is the best in world and proudly claims
We go on extending it beyond the national boundary
This is great achievement and can’t be considered as ordinary
We find so much in common but still remain at loggerhead
Our sentiments are hurt and find it difficult to lead
What remains to be seen is how can we pick the thread and lead?
We can read happiness on faces and its can be seen and read
Nation can raise its head and proudly show
To the world how best we can live together and grow?
Counter the offensive and challenges openly thrown
To protect the rear guard and all the responsibilities to own
The greatness lies in not throwing the challenge
It is best how you come out of it and manage
We have lived through centuries with age
We must shed narrow tendencies and come out of the cage
National pride can be salvaged only through brotherhood
To give and take respect with honor from the neighborhood
To run for the rescue and aid is the only call of humanity
Nothing goes well if you continue to harbor hostility
As you consider the national pride of very much importance
So do others for their motherland and go for insistence
Nothing is at stake if we don’t speak louder but act
Do nothing which infuriate others and force them to react
Mother and motherland is supreme in our opinion
We may have strong bond and close lien
It must strengthen the bond an d not impair
Situation should no be allowed to go out hand beyond repair
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In the same period, Polish literature also underwent some significant changes. From social-political literature, which had a great tradition and strong motivation to be that way, Polish literature changed its focus to a psychological rather than a social one.
quote by Andrzej Wajda
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Maori Greeting
No matter where the cafe or the bus stop
The pub or sidewalk of the busy street
It's part of what is their time honoured custom
That Maoris will rub noses when they greet.
Do not ask me why the Maoris rub noses
For about their culture there's little i know
Perhaps their great ancestors brought it with them
From outer Islands centuries ago.
It's Maori way of saying how are you buddy
They always greet each other with a smile
Rub noses and shake hands and sometimes embrace
So good to see you it has been some while.
There is a comraderie amongst the Maoris
The brown skinned people of Pacific Land
They are great warriors but they too can be gentle
And their culture can prove hard to understand.
No matter where tavern or super market
Or side walk of the busy city street
It is part of their old time honoured custom
That Maoris will rub noses when they greet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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