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Cried for Hours

I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe

How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend

Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival

Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath

I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?

Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives

Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good

I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell

We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The ugly human face

Wailing with tears and
Helplessly in commotion,
All of you’re telling to write
The history of hatred, enmity, killings,
The history of human ugly face.

My pen is dried up,
Tell me in which medium,
And language should I write.
Where to begin and
Where to end
Such history of human ugly face.

Oh! Betrayer
You’re telling me to wipe out from the history
Of such human ugly face,
That shattered and shook human conscience,
That haunts the face of those innocent people,
Killed and hurt; widows and orphans.
That hums: that reminds.

Telling me just to close my eyes.
But I’m not blind.
Telling me not to speak,
But I’m not dumb.
Telling me not to write the truth,
But I cannot write anything but the truth.
How can I deceive the history where I belong?

Human memory is short,
Tears would dry up,
The blood would be washed away with time
But the silent words, written in the heart of each human ugly face
Imbedded forever and immortal.

Let me dip the pen in the smeared blood,
The blood of all religions, caste, creed and colour, poor and rich,
The thick blood of those innocent persons.

poem by Dr.bhagya Chandra Rajkumar
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I Feel Sad

Why do I feel bad about fanatics?
What is simple thought or any basic?
What can be termed as logic?
I have no answer for it and feel so sick

Whether enemy or friends
What shall be our stand?
To treat them in real life or up to an end
Does it compel us to change the attitude or mend?

Two recent reports shattered my belief?
It made my heart to sink over no relief
On and off such repetition is made
Bullets are indiscriminately sprayed

People have lost their lives while greeting
Some thirty odd lives were lost while meeting
The holy place was blasted off for no reason
How can we celebrate today as true devotee or person?

Men killed in street are not regretted
Opponent's disappearance still can be termed as ill fated
But what about people gathered in holy place for prayers?
What do we call mercenaries or bullet sprayers?

Which religion permits such an outrage?
How can we tolerate such carnage?
Who will then come forward for propagation of true religion?
Such kind of hatred may engulf entire region?

I want to disassociate from such kind of people
Who knows nothing about human sufferings and struggle?
What do they know about the precious human lives?
What else is left there in life to pursue and believe?

I hate such people for their blind theory
They may survive little more time to feel sorry
It only adds momentum to increase worry
Let them be cursed with all displeasure from almighty

• Media reposted recent killings in Afghanistan
• Displacement of large Muslim population in Myanmar

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A lust for shine

What has blinded us from fake shine?
Illusory shows to attract and convince fine
Eyes too stare at deception and agree
Not willing to come out of it and feel free

Wild animals too leave the share when their stomach is full
We never stop even there is calm and prevails lull
Coffer is never filled and desire is growing unabated
Whole world is after it and ceaselessly debated

Human values are on decline and has taken deep low
Religious fanatics have surfaced and we have allowed
How many innocents shed blood still not followed?
“No” surrender to Almighty’s wished and vowed

Humanity is on wane and we stand helpless
Tears dropp from eyes and shamelessly witness
All blood on earth still no regret for wrong doing
Animals are better than us as human being

We have declined all good appeals
They look unrealistic and stand repealed
The words do not heal the wounds
What else can do magic or look sound?

Mind is bogged down and flooded with thoughts
The war is ceaselessly waged and fought
What is ought to be and not to be ought
Not a single way of salvation is sought

We live under constant fear
Agony, pain and anguish to bear
No flow of water from eyes to fall as tears
We have lost the sympathy to address any one as dear

We will never feel satisfied or contended
Mind will never think of prayers to be attended
No outside noble thought will get free entry
It is open call to invite the gloom and misery

I do nothing to shed tears and watch at the roof
It is helpless tendency to lock in room and stay aloof
This apathy on the part of gentlemen steals the initiative
No thrust is aimed at improving the situation and looks subjective

It is wake up call for all intelligentsias
To work on solid basis without any bias
This can be holy gift from almighty. Messiah or priests
Only rightful attitude to follow and insist

Almighty never wanted shame on humanity
We were sent here with fine quality
“Live and let others live” was to rule the land
No foes or adversaries if not possible to make friends

Our next generation may ask us relentlessly
What steps we took and worked on ceaselessly?
What thrust was maintained to keep sprit alive?
What you left behind for us to believe?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Save Human Lives

You kill a lamb and yet ’tis not a sin;
You play with dolls but don’t worship them still;
’Tis murder when you kill men, kith and kin;
Man lives a life predestined by God’s will.

‘Though blood is thicker than water’- we say,
Not many care if human blood is lost!
Although man plans, God calls off everyday;
One must save human lives at any cost.

And human life is most precious to God;
And so He gave each man a soul to keep;
Nevertheless, He made all things from clod;
From murder, man most punishment will reap.

We have no right to take another’s life;
God will reward if lives are saved from knife!

21-3-2001

poem by John Celes
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Human

Come on, baby, dry your eyes
Wipe your tears
Never like to see you cry
Wont you please forgive me ?
I wouldnt ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone
To fill this space of emptiness
Im only human
Of flesh and blood Im made
Human
Born to make mistakes
So many nights I longed to hold you
So many times I looked and saw your face
Nothing could change the way I feel
No-one else could ever take your place
Im only human
Of flesh and blood Im made
Human
Born to make mistakes
I am just a man
Please forgive me
The tears I cry arent tears of pain
Theyre only to hide my guilt and shame
I forgive you now I ask the same of you
While we were apart I was human too
Im only human
Of flesh and blood Im made
I am just a man
Human
Born to make mistakes

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Idle Corner

it is not a crazy or idle corner
You should constantly think and not bother
You are simple human being
Must cry when feel like and when delighted, sing

This is how life goes on
What we lost apparently is actually won
You may take it as sheer luck
But actually you are no where struck

Time and again you go on proving
This is how you adjust and improving
It is your strength and courage
Without being confused, you should manage

No tears should be shed over split milk
You will not have cotton if you run after silk
Contentment is best satisfaction and recognized policy
One should remain within it and feel happy

Well, all are self oriented and confined
Their role can never be defined
God only knows what with and when turn against?
The sudden thought may compel him to consider it as best

Only a handful of people may struggle over nobility
At the end it may not prove of any of or ability
Even after so much wrangling if there remains confusion
The foolish idea must be brushed aside and ruled out of question

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should Human Beings Abort?

Even the beasts that roam the streets
Stay protected by society!
The luckier ones, tasty food greets,
As home inmates shower pity!

Yet, human children seldom find
A home within the human womb;
Life willed by God, must some rescind,
And kill the unborn by aplomb?

All human lives are equal made
By God, the Omnipotent One;
The murders in the womb can’t fade:
By parent’s choice, God’s work’s undone!

No man would seed a fertile soil,
Destroying crops when sprout, seedlings?
Such frenzied acts make God’s blood boil –
What treachery by ‘sane’ earthlings!

The tortured cries of unborn seek
Revenge by God, when parents kill;
The blood of human lambs spilt, weak
A mighty lake in size could fill!

The cemetery of unborn lives
Grows bigger than all those who die!
Should human love become like knives,
And kill their little neighbors nigh?

Within the womb, the tiny tot
Destined as future offspring stays;
But men / women empty the cot,
And cut life’s thread in umpteen ways!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-14-2009

poem by John Celes
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Only Human

Its only human to despise the weak
Its only human to despise yourself when youre weak
I dont know why
But thats the way that its always been
And I play by the rules I dont understand at all
Its only human to be lazy and vain
Its only human to expect a world thats just as vain
I dont know why
I want to believe that its not that way
But Im johnny come lately, its not my place to say
Theres no escape, tell me why do they try so hard?
And I pretend that Im invincible, that I can go it all alone
But Im only human, trying to get by
And praying to heaven I might find out why am I human
Mere flesh and blood
Afraid to go on without someone to hold me up
Its just a human thing to fear the unknown
But isnt it a tragic thing to live and die alone
Oh lord look at the world,
Have you ever seen so much misery?
Like a ghost ship of fools, lost and floating out to sea
And they climb and they fall
Yet they struggle on the same fault
But theyre only human, trying to get by
And praying to heaven they might find out
Why are we human
Mere flesh and blood
Were afraid to go on without someone to hold us up

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I Believe In Nigeria

With so many battles and killings,
with slim chances of healings.
Our peace has been taking away from us,
and our glory days are far behind us.
Our nation has been torn apart,
by those whose love are from our heart.
With tears runing down our cheek,
with the killings and violence at its peak.
Every where is been flooded by innocent blood,
and our treasure been lost in the mud.
Everyday we live our lives in fear,
with so much pain that we can't bear.
People been nurtured to the highest level of hatred,
and now innocent lives are been affected.
Hatred has given birth to death,
and death taking away our precious life on earth.
With people living their lives in hell,
even when they mean to do well.
Properties are been destroyed everyday,
and thousands of lives are been laid to rest each day.
Is it a crime to be a human? ,
or is it a sin to be a nigerian? .
Is it a cause to crave for peace in our nation? ,
a nation thats moving closer to the point of destruction.
Each day our kneels are planted on the ground in prayers,
to erradicate pains that is been inflited by peace haters.
All i know is that all hope is not lost,
because in the ebullent nigerian spirit i trust.
No matter the trouble we may be going through today,
it will be a testimony we'll say some day.
For every pain that we feel in our heart now,
the peace of heaven will erase it some how.
For every sacrifice we make for the peace of our country,
will go a long way to erase every of our misery.
No matter the level of destruction in our neighbour hood,
i believe one day everything will change for good.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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Little Mistake

Little mistake did cost us heavily
Enemy had planted it deadly
Within a second it shattered human bodies
Flash was flown all over and bodies rushed in ambulance Lorries

It took no time to play havoc
No one could believe it as joke
There were loud sounds in different places
There were worries and anxieties on the face

The terror had deeply struck
People had run out of luck
There was no time left for finding shelter
The death was as if running after

Within seconds it turned into death zone
All were lifted one by one
Rushed to the near by hospital for immediate relief
It was indeed shattering our belief

How can human being kill a living person?
That to without knowing any reason
You have not met a person in whole life
Suddenly he is done to death with bomb and knife

I think we have dared almighty
He may have no room for pity
The indulgence in wrong way may certainly bring misery
Where you will find person ready to suck blood and act as thirsty

Time is not far away when we may not venture out of home
You will find R.I.P places and only domes
Who will want to stay in this slaughter house?
When there is nothing except passions to rouse?

Let us not forget one thing
Whole world can’t be annihilated for anything
One day may come when you will be hated
With butcher you will be praised and equated

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Irresistable Force

In the name of love and life
Turn your face to the lonely night
But you're not alone when she calls you home
And this your world is on the edge
As good as lost but you know the way
Through this faceless town and she pulls me down
I know the place and the time (of our lives)
So long ago, and all through the years (never dies)
All things must pass
Irresistible force meets an immovable object and
Human animal madness and blood starts to flow
Invisible fingers and indescribable pleasure
I get to find my personal god
I get to find my personal god
God of love, God of gold
Ring of fire in the days of old
It's what I'm living for
And love's the only law
So answer mayday SOS
Search me north south east or west
It's all I miss, just the one last kiss
This is goodbye to the days (of our lives)
My fair-weather friend
I feel your sorrow and tears (they are mine)
I share to the end
Irresistible force meets an immovable object and
Human animal magic, how far can you go
The rolling of thunder and you decide what your after
I get to find my personal god
I get to find my personal god
I surrender all or nothing
You must spread your wings and fly
I know the place and the time (of our lives)
My fair-weather friend
I feel your sorrow and tears (they are mine)
I share to the end
When an irresistible force meets an immovable object
Human animal madness and blood starts to flow
There's bound to be a heartbreak
You make it the hard way
I surrender all or nothing
You must spread your wings and fly

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Even epics mention

Even epics mention of great evil forces and vultures
Both hungry of human blood and destructive forces
Will never allow peace to descend and spread the harmony
What more can be expected out of immense poverty and agony?

We thought time may change with advent of good fortune
The world may move keeping in pace with time and tune
No innocents will be killed and no reprieve for perpetrators
Definite punishment for murderers and warning to collaborators

Can any none claim earth belongs to their ancestors?
Will any one align and proudly say they were invaders?
Is there no humanity left to claim entire globe as personal domain?
What is left across the table to advocate for the peace to remain?

We have become refugees in our own home homeland
The good neighbors have turned hostile foes from friends
Millions of people have shed their blood for next generation
Still it demands more of such actions to come out of desperations

The religion fervor has been taken over by fanatics
Everything has failed including faith and statistics
The people are shot at while offering prayers
There is no one left as peace loving persons or sooth Sayers

What a pity to feel on us when we welcomed the dragons?
We provided them lethal weapons including guns
It was for driving the occupants and to restore the order
The purpose is defeated and now we are occupant and hoarders

It has defeated the medical science
To kill one viral germ we created another germ’s presence
We never knew it may prove deadly even as predecessor
There may be millions blood hungry as successors

No one knows when the land will be cleared of such elements
What type of steps may be effective for counter movements?
We are loosing precious human lives as for counter measures
Still no one is in position to reply and doubly reassure

It is suicidal war and worst than the guerilla warfare
The guerillas could be traced and countered
The suicidal tendency waves can not stopped
They will play havoc and grenades will be lobbed

You can kill insects and bacteria
You can even effectively eradicate malaria
The deadly cancer disease and aids to are brought under control
The terrorism is new deadliest weapon to invite complete fall

It is our own folly to have given birth to terrorists
We knew well there were enough of risks
No one is likely to draw any gain or benefit
The holocaust and misery can not be printed on sheets

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should have not

As a male I should have not cried
All tears put out and eyes got dried
Something really worried from inside
I wanted some one close to confide

It is human mind that weeps
All sentimental tears do not keep
Within or forcefully contained
It is helplessness that has been maintained

Draughts and river floods cause anxiety
Earth quakes and bomb blasts make to feel sorry
Crush of freedom and liberty causes the anguish
Little tease troubles heart to pump the blood and finish

Medical aid is rushed to the troubled spot
People donate generously in quantity and lot
That shows how much we care for our brethren elsewhere
Show the solidarity and voice concern everywhere

To loose human life is serious loss
As it has not occurred due to natural cause
We are concerned with unnatural deaths
Where for little negligence we have to lay a wreath

Human heart stays with full of compassion
Shows love and attachment with obsession
We may be living far off from each other
Yet we wish them good luck and bother

Not all the people may be leading descent way
There may be so much pain to bear with in the way
A life is worst than animal yet we call it human
It can be understood as living hell by even layman

Let us form human chain all over the world
Where such events are noted and all over told
It is our main concern to rush for the rescue
Life has been termed as precious so deserves to be viewed

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The Hungry Ghost Festival

human are hungry animals
born with hungry heart
crying out loud
for warmth and tenderness

human are lonely creatures
living with hungry mind
tired
about loneliness and boredom

human are hungry ghosts
starving because
fear and uncertainty

they eat food
they read books
they shop goods
they change looks
they search money
they shape brain
they talk freedom
they hold religion
they hear music
they rule power
they play heart
they fight till limits
they use everything in this world
to fulfill the need
to escape from sorrow and sadness

human are hungry souls
hungry to love and to be loved
the first hunger never gone

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Find a good person..

Don't strike that pose, that hurts any feeble heart,
Hunch with drops of tears make the cheek dirt,
Wipe the dirt, that saddens your young soul,
Betrayal is not new and struck with that tool,
Heart bleeds from the wounded thoughts,
Woven out of love, hope and trust,
Betrayed you are, it is not the end,
Just the beginning to stop the errand,
Understand that the lust of the bodies,
On the floor of the stomach, butterflies,
Don't think this is love and everlasting love,
Love should be cultivated with tender care,
Where two hearts unite for now and ever,
Stop crying over the brute that left you,
As a human, you deserve to have another human.
Don't strike the pose,
That shows your weakness,
Be brave to face this cruel world,
Where you still find a good soul.

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Crack Attack

You stand there, stutter, brains like butter,
You dissed your father, sister, your mother,
Times have tried too hard to your answer to give up instead of live up,
To the stance of a man, understand that Im a right hand,
Five out of five will die, from crack and on my left the birth the same and the same birth (? ),
The kid once did and now his death is echoed around the world for all to hear,
So lets have a merry new year
Yo grace, school em.
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Theres a little boy who lives down the way,
I heard hes crazy from crack in his brain,
Hes lost now, hes taken over, crack attack,
Lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Dont do it,cheap high,say no! (echoes).
Though I wonder who is to blame,
All this epidemic is driving me insane, all of it,
I see the kids dying in the streets,
Whoever makes one, theyre going lose his way,
Lost know, taken over, crack attack,
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack.
Stuck in the middle, and dont know where to go,
Theyve got so now, theyre living for the blow,
They get it babe, doing it for the thrill,
Its so insane, such danger for a thrill,
Lost now, theyre taken over, crack attack,
Dont do it, cheap high, break the tie.
You can turn it over, you can take control,
You want your mind, your body and soul,
Dont you let crack put you in a hole,
Youve done without and you can do it now.
Said crack attack, crack attack, crack attack,
Dont do it, say no!, give it up,
Lost now, lost now...lost now, taken over crack attack, crack attack,
Taken over, crack attack, crack attack,
Lost now...give it up, give it up, taken over.

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Care for....

Do the animals not care for their new born?
Do we have to look towards them and turn?
Is it the domain reserved for only mankind?
So many questions hunted mind with no solution

Every moment the animals look around
Shift the place frequently as long as it is not found
Safety is the only concern and threatened from mankind
They kill wantonly and hunt after them as blind

Animals look pathetically for their young and inexperienced
At given time and occasion they are easily silenced
Either with gun shots or with false dug holes
Life is at risk and threatened for all

We wish human beings for well being in New Year
Let our existence be not threatened and cry fall on deaf ears
We are no threat to anybody but survive on good will
What will they get in return after we are being killed?

I have seen anxieties in those eyes
The wish before death and escape try
All attempts in to failure with loss of life
If caught hut then simple end with an edge of sharp knife

Lord has spared life for all
We all need to pray for lovely call
Let animals do have natural habitat
Secured place and safety with hideout

How do people react with loss of dear ones?
Animals are not thought over or spared by anyone
Let us consider their right to wonder on this beautiful land
They are our companion and very close associate or friend

God has given same feeling of compassion
They have attachment, feelings and obsession
Do we observe ever how much they care for their mats?
They never allow them to go away and consider inseparable part

We celebrate holy festivals once in year
Pray for safety and ask pardon with fear
We fear something unpleasant should never happen
Let us silently pray for it not to happen to any one even

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
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Sleep With Silence

Whole world may be sleeping with dead silence
The minds at rest with no more worries hence
Next day may bring new hopes to their life
World may find new horizons and witness no more strife

Whole year has passed with enough of blood shed
Millions have starved and met death while unfed
Many dictators have fallen victims to their own folly
People have rejoiced in the streets and enjoyed wholly

How many lost their lives in safeguarding our lives?
Countless and still not certain how many more may fear to relive?
Nothing can be achieved by merely expressing grave concern
The tragedy may knock your door one by one or in turn

We don’t know yet how the hell like life is enjoyed
How their dear ones are lost and houses destroyed
Who has wiped their tears and consoled the souls?
Life may return to normal as it may slowly crawl

It is painful to know the exact theory
Why at all so much cruelty and misery?
At what cost we are going to have upper hand?
Can we not have contentment and change in our trend?

I am no one to comment on it as have not suffered
Not gone out of hide outs and help offered
Yet I bleed with thousand of my fellow brethrens
It is grave matter and invites our deepest concerns

Aid in the form of wheat or material may help to some extent
But have we no reason to feel shame on humanity aspect and regret
That can we stoop so below and play with the precious lives?
Disregard for what our god fathers have left behind to preserve and believe?

I sincerely hope some thoughts may be given
You may think by giving some money it may be forgiven
It may grow with hidden hatred and ask for revenge
How then can we pray for and ask for the change?

Time is yet not gone out of hand
It is not necessary to find foe and friend
Let us make and build beautiful end
Where at place of time we feel it necessary to mend

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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