Destroy the enemy
“Destroy the enemy country” shouted the commander
Employ any means to bring them under
Shock, pressure, warning with threatening posture
So they think twice for any kind of retaliation in future
The message was intercepted at intelligence quarter
It was in no way comforting us or making better
It was another grand design to destabilize the region
There was no regard for community or religion
Some of the people are disgruntled lot and working against
There main aim is to crate the fanatics with no further interest
They want to have complete sway over domestic and international affairs
It is assumed unrealistic and not at all considered fair
Some of the hard core elements got unstinted support
They were allowed free entry at all ports
Their demand for destructive weapons was met
Now they have sealed the promoter’s fate
It has spread across globe as virus
No country is in position to put any trust
Everybody is feared of possible attack
Their population and national interest is at stake
No one can claim religious superiority on the basis of mere numbers
In some of the places they may be in minority or out numbered
Yet no one can force them to flee or face the eviction
It is very hard to assume such role with conviction
We have seen their suicide mission
They have no guilt for admission
They are not worried about their fate
They are ready to die without anything at stake
There is no route open for us to wipe them out
They must face worst possible rout
Either they should be annihilated completely
Or convinced to shed the path of violence willingly
They may realize the futility of wrong chosen path
The consequences and results may be dipterous aftermath
Let that be handled strictly without showing any mercy
But at the same time keeping option open for any emergency
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To Hold and Handle
It had existed this before
It may also continue hereafter
Religion is the only means to be exploited
People's life and nation's fate is to related
Fanatics may be found even among moderates
They are found everywhere and openly support
Religion has now come to play a big role
Whether some one believes or not but it is real
Ask any one honestly and he will claim
No one may say I am human being first and shall remain
Not only shall that he boost to have sacred feeling
Proud to claim to be real fanatic and shall be willing
This may not be considered nice poem but may find favor
n changing world it has been claimed as honor
To uphold the identity aligned with religion
As it has been rooted deep in every region
We have tolerated enough under this context
Absorbed almost all as best as could
We are multi linguistic and multi religious
But efforts by others are on to destabilize it continuous
Only words don't suffice the need
Intelligentsias often act as link or feed
Fanatics are not as dangerous and propagandist
We only claim to be true tolerant and democratic
People jump in fray for simple excuse
They think narrowly and have different views
With religious point they may argue in favor
Where as the differences are in fact minor
Let us refrain from writing such articles
Favor with one and bias with another may land in trouble
We have got beautiful environment after great struggle
We should now be mature enough to hold and handle
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Our Indian politicians
Clad in white clothes from top to bottom,
These bright smiling faces are the symbol of our politics,
They determine the destiny of our country,
They are worried over the country's progress
As well as their commission,
They get in the work budget,
They are busy in siphoning off people's money.
Their exterior is very bright
But the interior is very dark,
They are eating away the country
As the white ant
eats away the wood.
They are hounds in the guise of
goat,
Who eats away its own little ones.
Their palatial residence,
Their fleet of luxury cars,
Are evident
Of their illegitimate earnings,
They can put even their country at stake
To serve their petty interest.
They make people fight
In the name of religion and region,
But all is not alike,
There are few among them who are really
Concerned for the future of the country,
The country is progressing by means of such leaders,
They have love and care for the country,
They are always ready to make sacrifice for the mother land,
But their number is so low that we could count them on fingers.
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Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
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Open the fire
“Fire” the word came out as the order from commander
It was move to stall the advancement and halt the invaders
They were large in numbers and move was little expected
He soldiers moved in readiness as were attacked
They were all ordered to move within short notice
It was breach of trust and violation of peace
Truce was not respected for greed of more land
The fresh soldiers were inducted to defend motherland
What can be more holy task than to defend the nation?
Why no one cares for life when its integrity is in question?
Such is spirit of young soldiers in army to protect boundary line
To shed the life in the service of motherland is considered as divine
I remember having answered one question put to me
I shall offer complete life if at all need arises or be
“What will be your priority in defending the country as free”?
I shall volunteer for army service and not attempt to flee
This kind of feeling was apparent in every able body person
We can’t think of in any terms when there is certainly no reason
Each individual is duty bound to offer voluntary service
As country’s independence can’t be equated with any price
Wars are not only costly but invites lots of destruction
Men and materials are lost to thwart such insurrections
No one benefits out of such mad adventure
Country is loosing in all terms as threatened with future
Skirmishes on the boundary is regular and routine feature
Enemy troops may intrude in territory fir adventure
Sometimes it may be repulsed and sometimes may succeed
But overall precaution may be taken to keep the boundaries free
As we heard the shout from the commander
The position was immediately taken to make them surrender
We had well trenched position and were not aught off the guard
They were halted with heavy casualties and stopped form moving forward
The gamble did not pay off and met with failure
We had worked hard in peace time and wonderfully assured
Not a bird was allowed to enter our land or air space
We were all well prepared to halt any chase
We were given praise by our immediate and superior officers
As we were sole custodian of country’s holy borders
Anything wrong on our part was to be condemned and taken as national shame
Slight deviation from the duty was certain to invite the blame
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Eye for An Eye
Eye for an eye and blood for blood”
Revenge must be sought even if having no food
it reminds us of primitive days of stone and wood
Many civilizations have swept away or buried after flood,
They are in places where fanatics rule the world,
Day time daily murders with cold blood
Forcible imposition of will to bring them into fold,
To create the formidable cartels for banned drugs and gold,
their main aim is to export violence and terrorism,
Selecting the easy and show the barbarism
Still world sleep and offer limited or no criticism,
there is no sign of iron will to contain fascism,
Only handful of people hold the world to ransom
Sources are know where do they come from?
Still powerful politicians lack will and reel under gloom
when the real spring will come and flowers blossom
Is it right path to be pursued for attainment of goal?
Minting money by extracting diamonds from coal,
All come under one platform with aim to rule,
Preparing for war under new name of terror school,
It is said” if sword is to be drawn”
Then it should never be withdrawn?
Let all heads roll down on the ground
But the noble cause must be very much known,
So much destruction.loss of lives and bloodshed,
Innocents lay killed under the sun without any shed
thousand become homeless and many flee the scene
complete land becomes red and visibly seen
I may not preach violence but see the need to curb,
If countries needed to be told then must be snubbed
It should not be for self interest, national interest
Not to surrender to any pressure or yield to unrest
They will not understand the language of peace
Life may remain paralyzed and not at ease
It will be reign of terror with no where to go
How people can feel safe and try to forgo
Humanity will be at loss and continue to suffer
People may try to impose though others may differ
It is political hegemony which is at stake
They will remain under turmoil but not alert or awake
World may not heave a sigh of relief
If eye for an eye is their ideology and belief
They may call it martyrdom for freedom
They get hold or recognition seldom
World has to wake up to the reality
Must address the problem with sincerity
It may be solved to benefit of all
Peace should be ultimate goal and call
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Qualities to lead
Neither will I look forward,
Nor sideways or backward,
I don’t prefer means hard,
No wish to have any reward,
Easy going with no mention,
Why people take so much tension?
Our death will also not invite any attention,
No need to worry and raise the question,
Keeping to self is best way,
Shut the mouth and nothing to say,
Let unnecessary things pass and no attention pay,
Pray for future and bright sun shine ray,
Don’t you think world is so limited?
Showing more but less committed?
Lapses more but never admitted?
Achievements less but ads more noted?
Striving hard for show and illusion,
No conciliation but simple collusion,
Peace not liked and preference to confrontation,
Self interest first is the only orientation,
Me. family and only my house,
Intention clear where interest rouse,
Go for outright gain and never submit,
Wrong means but guilt never admit,
Never failed so far and gained a lot,
Centre of attraction and always in spot,
Maintaining fine and good rapport,
Doing well with garnering support,
Is there anything wrong if I possess,
Have my own way and ideas with access,
Have philosophy of a day and strict adherence,
Bold approach without anybody’s reference,
Person with liberal thought is considered mad,
Always to part with ways and later feel sad,
My views are perfect and clearly read,
Have I not all the qualities to lead?
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State Of The Union (In Closing)
we, the working people
of America, demand our dignity!
we demand equality, and fairness!
we are all immigrants here!
yet no human being is illegal.
we demand the right to work,
and to educate our children.
we demand shelter, and healthcare!
we are a hard working, hard fighting
people... we demand a
hard working, hard fighting President!
we know that you are limited
by the hand of the controlling elite,
at the mercy of the corporate machine.
dont be just a figurehead.
your choice!
freedom is a work in progress.
the real revolution is in
the human heart, in the mind.
we are ready for change,
and willing to act.
be ready, and willing!
there are no small people,
we are all people.
we will not be owned!
we cannot go back to the
bigoted, ignorant ways of the past.
you are our best option,
be the man!
most of all, we demand the action
that follows words well spoken.
be the action!
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Wake Up Call
'There is no place for cowards in jannat* (heaven)
'Islam never preaches hatred and loves to all even'
'One of the holiest and sacred religion world has ever witnessed'
People are misguided and inhuman values are foolishly chased
'There will no place for all those who preach against values of religion'
Roared small girl who stood for as future light in region
She is Malal*, a fire brand activist, working for unity
Nation always stood for her selfless work and integrity
Staunch advocate and supporter for women education
Malal* is fighting for life and her survival is in question
She has been fired upon and bullet has pierced through
In her back bone to cost life for fighting the battle very true
Never liked by orthodox champions
She had to struggle and face the fanatics in region
Whole of the country today stands behind her role
Holy struggle, if some one wants to name, a divine call
'The countries future is at stake' almost all the people have condemned
The insurgents and attackers have been criticized and damned
The country is united for future role of the children
Malal* is not the only one but more of her may come forward even
I appeal and salute such brave attempt on part of small girl
Whole nation can feel proud of and feel let down with ugly turn
She stands for the courage and symbol of human character
Where there is hurdle on each step to face as lone actor
We bow our head and pray almighty for her speedy recovery
Let her breath in peace and come among us again by the blessings from almighty
Thousands across world and beyond boundaries offer prayers
We have no words except to bow head and watch as spectators
Let girls come up with good education and sense
The true religion with its deep meaning and essence
No religion can preach hatred and invite wrath
It will be worthwhile, if so, to die or face the death
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The time is running out
The time is running out
I face the worst possible rout
I still do not know what is it all about?
There is more of suspicion and clout
I bow down to God and pray for courage
I knell down and sincerely ask about the ways to manage
This is the only when to come out of crisis
The religion and belief has its deep basis
I am tired of all these politics
I am not convinced by any of statistics
It has nothing to do with my inner voice
I prefer peace with less noise
I search peace from all the direction
But it needs all resolute actions
I can not afford to be impatient
As the situation is very complacent
Let time run out and pressure too mount
It should not off balance or lead to any amount
It is constant drive and frantic search
I can not halt but have to make march
It is compelling me to withdraw
I am unable or in position to draw
It is pushing me to the extreme corner
I am asking for favor and support to garner
I have no strength to go further and move
It has developed fatigue and can’t remove
It may strand me and prove disastrous
I have to move on continuous
I had decided to give up at one stage
In such condition it is difficult to manage
The desperate search should not be left
The need to go on is definitely felt
I would love to move on
The crisis should be blown over and won
It may prove suicidal if relented
You will be pushed and shunted
I need moral support from friends
To some extent It may help to end
It encourages you to stand up and fight
Only the search and cause should be right
It is very hard and truly unbearable
I have many doubts but still capable of
It may not ruin me completely but Cripple
The misery will be doubled or tripled
I may be hardly in position to go ahead
You all have to land me support and lead
I know the fate and can clearly read
I want to live with honor and raise the head
Come to my rescue if you really can
From pillars to post I have ran
It has paid me no reward on return
I wan t it to be changed or turned
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I cried whole night
I cried whole night for world peace in east
It was just before dropping of nuclear bomb with holocaust
Millions perished in just few seconds
Never to be seen on face of earth with tragic end
My tears had not dried up and world was again threatened
Millions were rooted from their forefather's homeland
I took deep breathe as it was for time being averted
Normalcy was restored and for time being peace zone was converted
Those deadly weapons of mass destruction are not of old memory
Everybody may shiver with slight occurrence and feel sorry
Wars are not happy occasions to celebrate with joy
Nation in particular and world at large has some army to deploy
I cry in corner for war orphans, destitute and killed
They were bread earner and in real sense skilled
Who will go and wipe their tears with few kind words?
I fear no one will as it is the wish of trigger happy war lords
World's larges democratic country was sent with shock waves
Who knows how many really were buried alive or lost lives?
As mother earth I tested human blood on my surface
As if I was oozing red tears with no strength to face
Let war be taking place at any side of globe
I am the only sufferer to grieve the loss and sob
I feel my children are annihilated for no fault of their crimes
Why can't you all draw some kind of safety lines?
You all assure me about not shedding a blood
Instead, wage a war on creating enough food
Feed all those hungry mouth now dying without source
Divert all destructive means to create strong peaceful force
I dream about complete universe with no violence
Not a skirmish even on boundaries with slight chance
Let people of whole world come out from their old mentality
I may then only be at ease with peace in totality
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Violins
I am just another fool
And I have to keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite
And I have to keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tounge
And my assumption was the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth, and clumsy words escape
So why you wanna be there when you could be here
you are slipping away
I awake with your replacement
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out
The butt of a sick joke
Into this ashtray life
As you come and go
And I forgot to servie you and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes
So I assume false grace open my arms
And grasp at something true
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you, wanna see you again
So why you wanna be there
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring the worst in you and you try and let me know
You bring out the worst in me
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the role
Open my claws and grasp for your heart
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you
Wanna see you again
In to you like a mortal stake
So vindictive your love's slipping away
Violins (the but of your sick joke)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
Violins (I'm tryin' hard to let you know)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
(woo yeah)
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Violins
I am just another fool
And I have to keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite
And I have to keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tounge
And my assumption was the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth, and clumsy words escape
So why you wanna be there when you could be here
you are slipping away
I awake with your replacement
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out
The butt of a sick joke
Into this ashtray life
As you come and go
And I forgot to servie you and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes
So I assume false grace open my arms
And grasp at something true
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you, wanna see you again
So why you wanna be there
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring the worst in you and you try and let me know
You bring out the worst in me
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the role
Open my claws and grasp for your heart
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you
Wanna see you again
In to you like a mortal stake
So vindictive your love's slipping away
Violins (the but of your sick joke)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
Violins (I'm tryin' hard to let you know)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
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As I can lead
He is not perturbed for what is going on
The battle is going on and to be taken as half won
He has no doubts for its outcome
He shall wait for it and welcome
He has never project himself before any interest
It is safe mode to pursue and adopt it as best
In real hard time it may it may come to be known as test
Its fruit may be enjoyed later when you prefer rest
He will always look forward
No intention to see sideways or backward,
He doesn’t prefer or employ means very hard,
He doesn’t wish to have any reward
Who can be known as your best friend or well wisher?
A successful man and very good teacher
He may remain inaccessible and good pretender
He is there for all with no discrimination for gender
We can dream of a beautiful season
We have every reason to feel satisfied as very good persons
There can’t be going back on stated words
It may have its impact afterwards
Easy going is right option without any mention
Why people think so much and carry the tension
Our death will not any bearing or draw the attention
You have no need to worry and raise the question
keeping to self or confined to area is best option
shut the mouth and not to utter a word should the adoption
let unnecessary things pass off with no more attention
Pray for right course and necessary action
Don’t you think world is so limited?
Showing off more but less committed
Lapses more but openly never admitted
Achievement less but boosted and noted
Striving very hard to remove the illusion,
Reconciliation all the time for inclusion
Peace always preferred to confrontation
Self interest not first is the only orientation
I shall not confine or limit to four walls of house
Intention very clear where interest arouse,
No preference for outright gain and willingness to submit,
No wrong means but optional means to admit,
I have failed self for gained a lot,
Centre of attraction has always remain in spot,
maintaining high degree of integrity with good rapport
Relying on popular will and garnering support
Is there anything wrong if I possess?
Have my own way with new ideas to find access?
Have philosophy of a day with strict adherence,
Bold approach without anybody’s reference,
Person with liberal thought is considered mad,
He has to part with ways and later feel sad,
My views are perfect and clearly read,
Have I not all the qualities to lead?
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A sun blaze
It might have definitely rained somewhere
The sun was not to be seen anywhere
The clouds were running here and there
Some sort of clash was there to fear
So far sun was omitting full blaze
The animals were avoiding grazing
The grass was almost burnt to death
Everybody feared most with his wrath
The earth was about to shrink
The sky too was clear and about to sink
It was assumed no respite in near future
The sky had let loose the ray’s terror
The clouds were charging heavily to overshadow
They were peeing through open window
All preparation was on to encircle the sun
They intended to out smart and make him run
They gathered the strength and invaded with full force
They did not give any chance to regroup for truce
Thunders and lightening almost took by surprise
There was no place to hide the face or offer the rise
It was threatening posture with deadly reprisal
The monsoon set in with quick murky arrival
It was limited attack with no further future
The sun was to be reminded and earth was to be secured
The rush of rain waves to ground from captivity
With full force and continued activity
The infusion of new energy with full thrust
It was needed in time with full trust
How many eggs were laid to come out from shell?
Who was to survive for most of the period to tell?
Still warm welcome with almost crunched the thrust
It was all needed and considered as must
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Lines To Observe
I refused to yield to pressure
Even though I had nothing precious with me as treasure
It did hurt my sentiments to break me from within
They could never come to know how much depressed I had been
If I was told to leave place at once I could gladly do
If it was last option I could have agreed even if untrue
But why would they insist on me falling in their lines?
How can they pressurize me when I completely declined?
I would never leave my faith if that causes any embarrassment
If they want to have forcible conversion then it is their movement
I will cling to that path from where inspiration and strength is drawn
I shall disown any belief that has been forced upon
If we come out from our stated lines to observe
We may come across many tales of messiahs who descended on earth to serve
Laid down their lives for upholding the faith and true causes
So many citations can be had from many prophets as it was
Money and power play dominant role
It is just show off and sprit behind it is completely stolen
Religious places are made show pieces and symbol of exhibition
Where people visit not out of faith but with superstition
What difference it may make if millions are of same faith?
How does it stop innocent people falling to merciless deaths?
How come a person offering prayer is sprayed with bullet?
Who will claim and say it was only the destiny decided by fate?
I shall believe in any faith if that preaches true religion
Enough respect for humanism barred by any region
Let some one pray rising sun or respect emergence of moon
We all must feel heat while toiling hard in after noon
This was the message actually intended
It was never meant to be offended
All messages meant for masses were carefully worded
To be professed and adopted were later on distorted
I feel like crying when regretfully listen to cruelty
Have we stooped so below to insult the almighty?
We hanged them to death and took away the life
Yet they preached and professed without fearing knife
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Entire nation
Is it mere corruption that has engulfed entire nation?
Has that got any relevance in present context or relation?
It may be really a volcano eruption if that is indication
The nation wants free air without any suffocation
“Whole world is suffering same syndrome” remarked a leader
How can that be accepted as valid argument by reader?
When thousands of starve and millions watch helplessly?
How can this be not eradicated forcefully and successively?
Now safe haven for scoundrels. Mafias and politicians
It is not confined to Egyptians, Libyans or Indians
The poor is suffering most and fruit is enjoyed by those
Who have not struggled at all and come to power by force
Once in life time there is eruption and great revolution
No one is spared when there is great demand for devolution
The streets may not provide them safe heave or refuge
The force and demand may be tremendous and very huge
Such a candle is lit in this country by ordinary person
“Anna” stands for brother and out in open for various reasons
Country is reeling under corruption and may loose the pride and honor
He has come out with everything to loose still to act as savior
Battle line is drawn and challenge is thrown open
There is no other option but the talks to reopen
No one can escape dragnet against the popular demand
Even top order of leaders can now fear for remand
Not one man may lead the peaceful army
Whole of country may defeat the handful of enemies
They have no shame or regret for their action
We have to shape the destiny with outright reaction
They may offer all escape rotes for easy passage
The popular will may deliver the clear message
If they have any sense of self respect and concern for country
They should willingly declare the assets and black money
No one can be claimed as free from this evil
Yet the democracy is considered mother of all evils yet civil
All changes are expected and cards are on anvil
It is greatest demand of time with strongest will
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I bow
I shall bow my head to the power
That has everything to shower
Even if we ask or not in the prayer
Protection is always provided in form of the Dua* layer
I find the stone as an embodiment of universal love
Feel so near to it and inwardly pray to believe
All its ideals and preaching at heart
What else can be thought over as divine art?
Millions across my country and all over globe
May search their heart and sincerely probe
What can be done to spread His message?
That has disappeared from mankind with passage
We have observed the fast for the whole month
Purified soul as stayed as near as possible with no food in mouth
It has taken us nearly to his fold and refuge
Now it is our turn to take vow and not refuse
We as super religious community have one thing to remember
It becomes our holy duty and obligation to protect the members
Not from same community as whole but others as well
It is certainly His wish too for different story to tell
I wish my prayer too may reach millions of followers
To bestow their leanings and favor in form of shower
Let us take entire globe to new path of recovery
It seems it is blessed and has approval from almighty
I may not be part of this occasion
But I may certainly have compassion
Readiness on my part to render confession
And whole heartedly expose to admission
Allah, the almighty may not only bless
But grant me an enough of courage to face
I shall stand before world with enough of trust and faith
That I shall not be alone at the time of death
* Dua… blessings
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Country Fair
We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair
We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old rainshine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old raintrack open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pinecone open day
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Surprise attack
The enemy can be easily way laid in night
When they are relaxing after the fierce fight?
They won’t have slight inkling about surprise move
They may not have slight chance for superiority to prove
The olden battles waged by kings provide sufficient skill
How the war can be won and force the enemy to flee or killed?
How best the weaknesses can be exploited to full advantage?
And the best and powerful armies of the world can be managed
The ground is surveyed before the start of war
The enemy supply lines are too probed very far
The cut of supply route can bring any army to knee
They may loose the clear advantage of fighting free
The rulers never wanted any competion
They were guided by the superstitions
No one should challenge their authority
They must have complete superiority
The kings were sole authority in the field
They had lots of influence and enormous power to yield
They were benevolent and provided good shield
They had high standing in public eye and respect too held
The war norms were observed and not violated
At down it was bringing all the hostilities to an end
The armies would retire to tents and prepare for next day
Still the foul games were never ruled out in any way
I have vivid remembrance of one such incident
The army was annihilated and defeat was evident
The retired generals thought to make surprise attack
They had nothing to loose but everything at stake
As they entered retiring tents in barracks
They found it opportune for surprise attack
They moved at ease and killed many generals
The little carelessness proved fatal for veterans
It is known reaction with the advent of next sun rise
The whole filed will be witnessed by sudden demise
Lot many able generals might have lost their life
It was not moral war but worn torn strife
The time has changed but not the tactics
The time and against it has been proved by statistics
The powerful armies are routed by small army
The theories and proofs are provided by many
Who ever strikes first can with the half war?
Enemy may not be able to go and cut very far
It will be seen as their graveyard or coffin
They have to flee the ground instead witnessing the win
* The surprise attack is powerful weapon in any war”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Woman only
For centuries wee have silenced their voice
There have tolerated it without making much noise
There is great leap forward and they are ready to poise
We may be compelled to accede without having any choice
It is disgusting to note and observe the pathetic scene
The modus opendi and cruelty on large scale is never seen
What a tortuous way or humiliation to undergo?
How can any sensitive human being forgo?
Were they all meant to bring misfortune or ill fate?
Why all their contribution has been realized very late?
Still we acknowledge less and try to under rate
This is really unfortunate and there is not much to state
A wrong illusion for centuries to paint them as sex medium
Throw all the filth and still celebrate the ceremony as year of millennium?
There is awakening all over and now room for any harassment
Man folk must ready for itself and face the possible embarrassment
“Let a woman learn in silence, submission.'
is it frank guilt and now open for admission?
Have we not committed enough of torture?
Condemning them forver and blackening the future
Why they only come forward and should learn?
We never try to bother or concern?
Till that is going to be materiazed for days ahead
We as nation or race may be considered as completely dead
What is advocated in public forum is not heeded?
Some what bold step or initiative is needed
An equal force with caliber and strength is in race
We got to be brave enough to admit and face
It is not sex alone that we need their participation
There is much more in store for revelation
Everything is to be weighed carefully in strengthening the relation
There has to come much more enthusiasm with honest indication
We are fast moving society with more yet to be done
The days of past calculation and misconception has gone
We got to say it emphatically and give their rightful place
It will be misfortune if they are denied their position in case
How can we deny that we owed so much to their well being?
There could have been so many tragedies if they had failed to bring
All their obligations in most shamble and humiliating way
They have stood their ground well and preferred to stay
I shall bow my head with respect
It will be nobility on my part to act
Stand for equality and rightful position
All that may matter for future composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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