Big Sharks
What has happened to my country?
Millions starve and remain hungry
We confine to express lips services
Only feeling pity and making tall promises
How many big sharks have emerged?
Wait for kills and remain submerged
Pounce upon at right moment
The disappearance from scene no one laments
How many may be dying unnatural deaths?
How many may be lucky to find wreaths?
Yet hunger for material gain remains top aim
There is everything to snatch for and claim
How much we may need for our life journey?
Can that be made smooth with material or money?
Is it not the mad race to feel not contended?
Claim honesty and innocence pretended
I can pardon any crime
I know it is critical time
Everybody wants to be millionaire
But gets him bogged down and taka no where
I take free air but feel slavery
Liberty in name but not in sense necessary
All vultures are in open to grab
Even human beings are ready to stab
No one thinks about nation or country
They want people to be suppressed and live in misery
Want free hand and no opposition
They want everything with nice composition
Open loot and land grabbing in private
Others crimes not come out in open but definitely relate
Not people but as if they are masters
Enough of black money and support to muster
Time is not far when people will be sprayed with bullets
They won’t come out to express views through ballots
The nexus may go on in engineered democratic way
Humanity may cry and loose but nothing may take them away
We have seen and witnessed the clumsy face
All good phrases in name but really a mad race
Power hungry can do anything and stoop below
No one may agree to it but compulsion to allow
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Life Is Not Chosen
Life is not at all chosen
It is thrust and forced upon
Only parents prayed for our birth
But someone else is gunning for our death
Democracy or any other system is total failure
Our life is unsecured and precious no more
For a few notorious souls we are simply crushed
Some to the gallows and some in the dungeons pushed
We shall dare not to rise in revolt
To be poor and helpless is only our fault
Who ever comes in power may use same stick!
Nothing else is important than to torture and pick
Human rights violation is order of the day
Only mighty rule and held the sway
Even the people who stand for liberty
Express helplessness, apathy, neglect and pity
Don’t test our patience for a long
One day you may be proving wrong
Nothing may come to your rescue
Only destruction and deaths may be open to view
Human beings are not meant to be slaughtered
They have built dams and river water altered
Many empires have been razed to ground
Not a single sign is likely to be found
Beware! Still time is left to come to sense
Hand over the power peacefully in your presence
Many human lives have been unnecessarily lost
You will loose the power even at tremendous cost
We are peace loving and still care
All living beings are ready to spare
No blood shed for power transition
People are supreme in any composition
We will not remain starved for silly reasons
System has to be changed with honest persons
If no bread can be secured for helpless and poor
They should be forced up on to flee or shown the door
Rule of land and people must prevail
There is should be no deception with tail
No cheating can now be tolerated
Liberty and freedom must remain co-related
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Rest With People
Power should rest with people
No one should cause any trouble
It has to be free country with freedom dissent
Not all should be granted or to be taken for assent
Of course power by the people, for the people and of the people
But power not to be cornered by and centered with any single
This gives rise to concentration of wealth by limited persons
They will adopt the ways contrary to for the various reasons
No body should be placed above law
Policy should be crystal cleared and devoid of any flaw
How can hungry nation face the onslaught of any large scale corruption?
When nation is mourning the deaths of farmers with lots of questions
National wealth is taken out of country and placed in secret vault
Still corrupt politicians are no ready to address the faults
Inhuman atrocity committed on peaceful demonstration
And now will power exposed for the power concentration
Why such powers can not be divested by country people?
How can handful of people take caw in hand and impose will?
How can country grant liberty under the guise of democracy?
Only people’s can will prevail and assert the supremacy
Why can’t the traitors be hanged in open?
Why issues relating to corruption can not be reopened?
What is worrying them to expose the nexus and modus operand?
How can country be called republic and clear the stand?
Innocent people can’t be brutally attacked at night
Had they come to interrupt the city life or to fight?
Any lawlessness can’t be tolerated for a second
But brutal behavior must be totally condemned
Where are we heading for future action?
Waiting for corrupt people to come spoil harmony with any reaction?
The country demands explanation from unlawful higher ups
Either they reform themselves or make exit and shut up
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For my country
What can I do or pray for my country?
Millions are starving and remain hungry
Precious time and money is spent on storage
The food grain is thrown away as garbage
We watch the show as very much disgusting
It is rotting in open ground and rusting
Not a single soul is raising voice
Where the words have gone with promises?
Plenty of grain is available
We can preserve stock and are capable
We do nothing to prevent the loss
We simply pray for only curse
Forget about economy and figures
What is in store for future?
How long you want people should die?
Do we have no remorse to feel shy?
We want to turn state into Welfare Empire
World is watching with and cutting satire
We are making it living hell for the poor
They have no place to go and find no door
Land grabbers and hoarders are enjoying heaven
Far cry and agony is not heard even
Politician make far reaching cry and remain silent
Humanity is on wane and completely absent
They see more profits in deaths
Even flowers have markets to lay wreath
Nothing is cheap and what is more ion demand?
All inferior quality products with famous brands
Who make take us to safety without tall promises?
When the loop holes will be filled with all the misses?
Earth has responded well with our sweat toil
Why are we hell bent upon to spoil?
Many more may die in days to come
Prices will be sky rocketing and welcomed
Death may welcome than living on ground
Is there any new formula to make for us or to be found?
Let us do no more curses?
We must feel ashamed of ourselves
How many millions more we would love to accumulate?
When your own existence has nothing to take credit or relate?
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A free advice
In all the corners of world you may find readers
There is no dearth of talent and you will find many leaders
Every household is having President Obama and Princess Margaret
You may find their wisdom call at any time and they will proudly state
They are running commentary and have solution for all the problems
Unfortunately no one has approached anytime and consulted them
They are ready to render ant kind of service and boost of their image
They are furious at not being taken note of and express open rage
“It happens all the time” they may confide to friend circle of their dismay
How important role is waiting for them and they are readily available to play
They have no other choice but fall in their line and render the service
But unfortunately they can’t blame the system as no one comes for their advice
All statistical data are generated by them for ready reference
They may express unhappiness that why people draw no interference
There were times when people use to rush to them for direction
Now they are jobless and find easy time to comment for action
It is very easy to set some body’s house on fire
It is also very easy to avail services from others on hire
People may move round you all the time and admire
You will have your area to work with as golden empire
There is no dearth of people to gain their support
Ships may anchor at free and all weather port
How bees are attracted toward sweets to make honey?
People too may look towards you for easy money
It is said world can be made to bend
You act in good manner with feelers to send
They may work for you to crate impression
You will have all the right then for expression
Leaders are not crated over night
They have worked day and night for people’s rights
They claim to have far off vision with sight
They may prove their prophecy all the time right
You need go out for your rightful place
It is star studded gamble and mad race
You may be down with defeat and loose the face
There may be few who may emerge victorious in the case
World may listen to them with utmost care
They may want to know where they are
There where about may be known world over
They will be provided with safety cover
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Independance Day!
I am the 15th august
I am remembered for one day every year
I make you proud every year
I am your life's most memorable august.
I make you feel free,
I give a unique feeling,
You've now got an independent country,
I've given you the most cherished feeling.
I have been your most sought day,
You gave innumerable sacrifices,
Ultimately I came out be your dream day.
I've given your life the best of the rarest prizes.
I am the Independence Day,
I've given you a hope for the future.
You've now got an open cage to live in.
I am your freedom day.
You make unlimited promises on this day,
You take vows to make your nation pride,
You make promises of taking the nation forward,
You plan of making the nation bright.
All your promises remain as promises.
All your plans get buried the next day.
All your aspirations flow along with your celebrations
You barely remember what actually your promises were
You feel patriotic for just one day
You flow into the celebrations the whole day
You proudly wave the national flag around
You keep the flag close to your chest
Eight hours of sleep is enough
To make us forget this memorable day
Weren't the sacrifices more than enough
To make us realize the value of this day
They fought for their lovely country
They died to save their dying Nation
They struggled for the elusive Independence
They had really hoped for a much better Nation
I proudly say I am the Independence Day
I fill your heart with 365 days of vigor
I give you the confidence of building a better Nation
I give you the feeling of making the Nation Bigger
I still see hungry people around
I still see child slaves around
I see people dividing themselves.
I get pained by the different classes around
This is not the Nation they fought for,
This is not the day they fought for.
Let's make a real unanimous vow
Let's promise that we are going to look after the Nation now
I plead you not to treat me as any other day
Let's make everyday as an Independence Day
Let's remove the hatred and spread Love around
I ask you to give some value for this Day
I am 15th August, I am the Independence Day
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Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
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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
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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
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Don't Hurt
Don’t hurt the poor’ sentiments
They have nothing to offer as comments
They have pitiful eyes but not for offering curses
It may be certainly a pointer with tears
Don’t we feel shame when tons of grains are lost?
Only because we can’t store with safety even though needed most
Whom are we fooling to add the plight?
Is it humanity versus humanity fight?
I find no answer as we are not less than vultures
Take out the flash as and when found for sure
No sparing of any soul for greedy needs
Who are we going pay any heed?
We claim near to God yet involve in dirty game
We bow head before God but feel no shame
We yet to ask more blessings in our venture
This is how we see our glorious future
If people semi starved and kept at bay
Make it determined bid to stay away
It may engulf your complete empire
This is fact and not simple satire
Many empires have been lost and re-emerged
They are poor but never approach or come to urge
They have only open sky to look at nothing to worry
They may sleep with empty stomach but feel no sorry
Make a point not to waste a single grain
It may cause no stir but only amount to drain
Are we not making cruel joke by simply wasting
When millions of people go hungry and fasting
I read with concern all the revelation
It raises eyebrows with many questions
No one seems moved at the deterioration of store facility
People remain there and there with loss of enough quantity
It may not amount anything
But food can’t be supplanted for something
They need two time square meals
Only this much if we can do to heal
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A far end
I visualize the far end
It had always remained my trend
To thinks of foes and friends
To support and ready for good wishes to send
I have sensed the futility of such hunt
Life had remained difficult and bore the burnt
It has taught me to be tolerant and submissive
There lies humbleness in not to take but to give
Why is that I have been hunted all along?
I find it alright and absolutely nothing wrong
Why people offer me brickbats for simple song?
I am always with them finding nicely among
It may be nice way of repaying in their opinion
It may be best way to offer the opposition
I still find it right and best composition
It pays me well with my position
God has given me everything to feel happy with
I never have to express anger with closing the teeth
I go silently and meet the people with open smile
It gives me course and stand to walk for an extra mile
I might have not fared well with inner conscience
It might have been out of tune with its presence
Sometimes it proves deterrent if behaved in nice way
It is landing in trouble and dragging us away
It was sill long way to go and sustain
I did all possible to remain calm and maintain
It proved not to the extent possible
I always found it difficult and impossible
I lie with satisfaction on the bed
I find everything in flames and red
I know it will be just matter of time
I may be punished by some one for my crime
I breathe happily in peace with satisfaction
It is definitely a good sign and indication
You fear it most when reach to the dead end
It does not spare either foes or friends
There is no use to lament and cry
You should not back and ask why?
Neither there is any necessarily to feel bad
Nor is there any use to feel guilty and sad
It is universal truth that one has to depart
You try to retain nothing but impart
It will always give you inner happiness
It will grant you honor and closeness
I may look towards apostles with immense trust
It makes me feel good and it is really must
It will save me from possible embarrassment
I have prepared to leave the stage at any moment
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky
Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.
In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.
Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.
I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.
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A money power
To earn good name you need a style
You may continue it for meanwhile
It may lead you to some achievement
That may be your happiest moment
You got to walk for an extra mile
You may get some mileage and shine
That will encourage you to work more
More ideas may creep in and you may explore
To lead an honorable life
You must have partner in the form of wife
She may serve and help you I n her capacity
She inspire you all the time by remaining in near vicinity
You may put all your efforts in one direction
It may strengthen your belief and put you in action
you may struggle hard and try to maintain the position
It will be proving fruitful when you try to have good composition
there is every possibility that you may loose the face
you may be thrown out and loose the race
there may be complete failure and nothing will be left to trace
you must enlighten your self to come again in such case
For scoring very high, you need not to loose your identity
You should never encourage hostility or go for enmity
you must put all your efforts to have amity
Money should not be the only consideration for its utility
Have we to sacrifice humanity to have material gain
Can any one deny it or restrict himself to the main aim>?
Is there any compulsion to go in for such action?
It will invite only enmity with bad reaction
Have we gone that much crazy for money?
Do we really believe money is god and God is money?
Money may be considered essential and only key
It should not be offered as only tool for free
Money power is understood and realized
It is linked to power and symbolized
Everybody is busy collecting it and besieged
It is all time wish and can’t be frozen
Life can’t be moved an inch
Its absence is felt with punch
You may be termed as useless
Lot many problems you may have to face
The main question is whether we should have it or not
Whole thrust should be made or unnecessarily fought
Money is definitely going to play dominant role
You can play noble part and own responsibility as sole
No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
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America My Country
It's great to live in a country big and strong
It doesn't matter if you are young or old
Our thoughts are as good as gold
Where we go on land or sea
We can always be happy and free
Free to express our thoughts and then
Even express them over again
To different people no matter what color or race
In America for them there is always a place
To make a home
For their families to roam
The fields; the woods.
The countryside
Especially the young man and his bride
For seniors and teens
In formals or jeans
Who ever it may be
Remember we can always be free
Just like a bird chirping, singing happily.
Like chipmunks in the wood
Calling to his mate and being good.
Good to his family
And Grandpa talking to his Emily
Pondering over ideas and thoughts galore
And, off to bed and listen to him snore
Taken up in the morning early light
Whenever it is nice and bright
In America where we are always free
Where in New York Harbor stands the Statue of Liberty
Her hand raised high toward the sky
Where our planes in freedom fly
Where all of us want to be
America for you and me
Liberty and freedom will never end
I'll get down on both my knees and bend
To thank God I am an American
In a country great and grand
Who wants to be anywhere else
Except in America where we can do so much expand
America will always be my land.
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The Door of Hope
The president has thus disclosed
In words his noblest plan:
'The door of hope shall not be closed
Upon the Negro man.
'His opportunities must be
With other men's the same;
As nation's chief I will not see
Him forced in ways of shame.'
Official work he'd scarce begun
When from his lips did fall,
'A special right I give to none,
But equal rights to all.
'Square dealing for the soldiers true,
Who made this country grand;
But more than this no man is due,
And none shall less demand.
'I'm president of all the land,'
The broiling South was told.
'For truth and fight I mean to stand,
Such policy I hold.'
When urged to crush the Negro race,
He answered with a zest,
'All men of worth shall have a place,
True manhood is the test.
''Tis better all the people up,
Than keep a portion down,
You need, my friends, a loving cup,
Your prejudice to drown.
'The doors of hope are open wide
To all within the land,
With God forever on our side,
This sentiment will stand.'
With spinal column stout and strong,
With arm that's made of steel,
He crushes prejudice and wrong,
And makes the demons reel.
To heal the nation's open sore
Of hatred for a race,
He wider swings the open door,
And bares the monsters face.
No president could stem the tide
Of opposition blind,
Since Lincoln for the Negro died,
Till Roosevelt we find.
Long may he live to bless the land
With truth and liberty,
Who for the right will take a stand
And set a nation free.
Then Roosevelt for nineteen four
Our president should be,
Who gives to all an open door
Of opportunity.
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So Any Team As Such
Though Brazil has the class and Brazil has the flair
Who wins the F I F A World cup i can't say i much care
'Tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support.
The top soccer players are paid millions a year
And stories of their greatness we are obliged to hear
Millions in money for just chasing a ball
It hardly does seem for to make sense at all.
When people are homeless and dying of hunger every day
Yet many spend their savings watching millionaires play
For selves, Nation and glory in the World's biggest game
Many find satisfaction in other people's fame.
If the money they spent on creating millionaires
And making small gods of renowned soccer players
Was spent on the people of assistance in need
To a better life for millions that surely would lead.
Brazil has the class and Brazil has the skill
But millions go hungry in poor old Brazil
And 'tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support
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Human relation
"To dig one's own grave"
Nice attempt to behave
One should be called brave
As he can claim little sense to have
It is order of the day
Everybody wants to have little say
For nice effort in bringing down the tree
As we have liberty to pull it down free
Kill a person and get bail
Commit the scam for facilities to avail
Cause the pain and trouble the innocents
Enjoy the life and never resent
This is what we are doing today
In the name of progress all the way
Majority of people suffer and only few enjoy
Lead the life in luxury with almost decoy
Bread and essential commodity has become rare
Two square meals now no one can dare
It is called luxury to dream and have
Men in street have nothing more to crave
We are calling for revolution
Spend the time in passing the resolutions
It all remains in paper
People are on rampage over distribution of water
Who will bell the cat?
Where is enough to eat?
Grain rot in open
Naked eyes can see it even
We are free and democratic
Depend on figures and statistics
Millions die daily of starvation
Little aid reaches on the name human relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
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You Have No Morals
The preachers of hate claim they hate the west,
While on their moral throne they sit,
Yet they'll take our money when put to the test,
Their ideals are straight from a pit.
If they really hate us why do they stay,
Don't you find it sickeningly funny,
They abuse our system then cause us affray,
But love taking our hard earned money.
Hypocrisy in terrorists will forever remain,
They are cowards every one,
Like their masters they're completely insane,
As for principles truth is they have none.
They have no scruples or moral code,
Their cowardice is for all to see,
Bravery to them is too heavy a load,
They wouldn't know the meaning of free.
To murder innocents is a total disgrace,
It's a cowardly and heinous act,
When you meet your maker he will say to your face,
Hell's where you're heading that's a fact.
The people you claim to represent,
Are very few and far between,
Decent people think you're ideals are bent,
With terrorist scum they wouldn't be seen.
If you truly detest the way we are,
Your choice is crystal clear,
Leave our country and travel afar,
But that thought just fills you with fear.
If you detest us as people the way you claim,
Return to the country you adore,
We will never allow you to achieve your aim,
Your ideals are rotten to the core.
You insult our freedom and our way of life,
Go elsewhere to have your quarrels,
The fact you can take from the people you hate,
Proves to us,
‘' You Have No Morals ‘'
A cry from poor
id you ever hear the silent cry from the poor?
Have you ever seen them begging from door to door?
Do they want mercy or few words of sympathy?
We are often blessed with fortune from almighty
We are living under open sky with vast horizon?
Though we have divided land into many zones
There are large palaces and simple huts too
There is wide scale disparity and it is true
The ocean remain silent and calm
It remains wide spread and cause no harm
How much wealth remain hidden in belt?
Is there any necessity of having it ever felt?
We run after wealth like mad dog
Who knows when there will be burst in fog?
When the misfortune or disaster may take us by surprise?
We all still involve in rendering hollow promises
There is enough power in wealth and fame
We do anything and feel no shame
The other human beings are seen with scant respect
We have no time to look back and introspect
We out cry against pain an d hunger
Still there remains wide spread danger
We have so much wealth and glamour
Still we keep ill will, hatred and harbor
We are under long siege and captivity
We clearly know the implications and utility
Still we shed no tears for the less privileged
We live under illusion and act as cleverly managed
How many more may be suffering?
How many may have sympathy but still differing?
What do they think and act for their welfare?
Is it taken as one time gesture as fun fare?
The cold and hunger may take many more lives
We may render lip service and strive
Who may come forward to help and stand by?
Who will extend the help and willingly try?
The rain dazzle and increase the plight
The poors suffer with nothing to write
Helpless eyes with prayers and mercy
Who else may feel for them and feel pity?
Ground the ears and try to catch the current
There is some movement and signal is sent
The lava may erupt at any time and place
The human beings may be wiped out from race
Proudly feel but leniently lend the aid
So many words are often nicely said
It is our duty and moral commitment
We need to help them for the moment
Take the oath and pray for moral support
Nice thoughts and sympathy with good efforts
It may assuage the feelings and create hope for survival
It may be a noble step and attempt for revival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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