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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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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In open yard
Millions of tones of food grains just stored
Not for the normal situation to be restored
Piled in open just to get it wasted
No one stands to be blamed and responsibility not rested
The scores of people die due to starvation
There is no need for poverty alleviation
The poor themselves may be wiped out
This is story of human crisis and all about
The food grains rot in open yards
It remains unattended and doesn’t go forward
Many people sleep with hunger
There is hue and cry with anger
I sit not the shame on humanity?
We talk about moral and eternity
There is man made tragedy and misery
This crime has become almost necessary
We want to build empire on human skulls
Many people loose lives in fight with bulls
Many bear bullet wounds on the chest
Terrorists do their work nicely as the best
What to talk of humanity at large?
The atmosphere is with full of charge
We don’t regret any shameful act
We have lost the morality to react
We have enough to feed so we don’t bother
We see nom reason to stand together
We also want others not to be comfortable
Nothing should reach them or made affordable
We live with mean mentality and till feel proud
We have all the arguments that may look sound
We live in simplicity to present it as ideal model
Why not we be called fanatics and infidels?
Do we not butcher our own brethrens?
Do we not go for light with lanterns?
We have gone completely blind
Such inhuman behavior is not worthy to find
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Grain In Open
Millions may bless you for gesture
I am confident and very sure
Their bellies are hungry and starve
We can see it on stomach with deep inside curve
It may look illogical
Yet it is question for survival
Absolutely in our own hand
With little change in approach and trend
How much food grain is allowed to rot?
Why not preventive measures be taken on the spot?
I hear reports that grain stock is dumped in the sea
Only to maintain artificial price but thrown away free
Thousands perish for the want of food
For humanity sake this is shameful and not good
Let hungry get some grain even if at some cost!
Save hungry people before they are dead and lost
Grain is stored in open and laid to waste
Insects make it unhygienic and lead to bad taste
Not fit for anything but offered for human consumption
Everything is lost only because of faulty assumption
If little care is taken for preservation
Will power not show but for demonstration
This of those poor countries diverting funds
Not able to cope yet take care of people on the ground
Can any one say this is impossible?
Our current trend is illogical and reversible?
I suggest for building public opinion
Force the governments to help with total disregard to religion
Let some price for grain be quoted
But grain should not be off load in sea and floated
Let people consume and survive on this earth
Why do we want to push them to meet the avoidable death?
If one man can be convinced then it can turn lot many
There may be involvement or consideration for money
But let us rise above pretty consideration and not allow grain to rot
I am sure of the view that hunger can be tackled successfully and fought
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Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
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Enough Is Enough
We have tolerated enough
The life is like to be very tough
The road surface has already turned rough
The time has come now call enough is enough
What crime we have committed?
Faults, lapses and negligence is not at all admitted
We have lost the courage to counter repression
Enough of territory is lost in aggression
Billions of dollars are siphoned off and cornered
Precious land grabbed and secretly owned
Built so many mansions without legal mention
All rules are enacted for its prevention
What to complain and how to shed tears?
What is to be regretted and what is to be feared?
How can one think of snatching simple bread?
Is it not known to them that without it we will be just dead?
Tons of food grains are rotting in open
The warehouses are locked and may never reopen
The food grains may be burnt but will not reach to people
Have we ever thought of hunger, anger and trouble?
Why courts have to direct administrators to respond?
Save and spare the grains to people and correspond
Is the judicial activism only option and way out?
We are possibly waiting for worst rout
Hungry people will soon be on road
They may not be in position to bear load
Their frustration may run put the patience
Nothing can be had then with insistence
We are liberal and democratic society
Freedom of movement and speech must be of highest order and quality
How can one dupe the people by sheer maneuvering?
Is the democracy meant for bad governing?
I would prefer autocrat if he serves the poor
People may not feel helplessness and shown the door
Let us respect the humanity and serve the poorest of poor
What will then be difference left between good and evil doer?
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Not Known Outside
Not known to outside what is called hunger
It is not natural phenomena or coming out of anger
It is felt when fire is inflaming inside
When frustration is growing wide
You get no sleep when hungry
You look towards sky and feel sorry
Your hands are empty to feed
You are unable to meet the need
Hunger can burn whole of empire
They have only outrage and burning fire
No one can kill their spirit
As no hope is seen or lit
Many may be starving to death
So many may be enjoying with wealth
They need only two pieces of meals
We can’t have for them a nice deal
Let there be no hunger as proclaimed
No nature alone to be blamed
We have done injustice to nature
We have blackened our future
There is no answer to humanity
But yes it is poor thinking and bad quality
We can feed their mouth and see smile
That is what we can do for a while
We can for a while alienate
But we can’t afford to eliminate
Humanity as such can’t relate such things
It needs great care and more of something
Mere food grains may do little
They need to think positive and settle
How nature and forests are basic features!
This may become permanent and we may not have any cure
Sun may be blazing in noon
You may realize the devastation very soon
Nothing can shelter us from future gloom
No temporary steps can be considered in room
Soon it may turn into reality
We may loose out control and ability
Many more starvation deaths and deforestation
Not good place to live in then without sanitation
Let us groom with whole world
People are sympathetic and not turning cold
They want every human soul to live with peace
At least two time meals at ease
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There's Pain on the Faces
There's pain on the faces,
A hunted look of despair,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The queues have grown
Of the dirty and dispossessed
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The scared and the lonely
Have no where to go,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
Will take you to the soup kitchens,
Make you stand in line,
Talk to the dispossessed, the lost
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Were we here?
When she stood in the rubble
Declaring regeneration
A new dawn for us all.
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Take your millions,
Do what you want with it
No one cares
We have no sympathy
For those who feel no shame,
Do you still feel no pain?
© 2012
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Game Over
All the things
I have seen
Don't come close
To what I see
And the hate I feel
For the people who hurt
Beyond belief
They think they are safe
From the law of the land
They think they are free
To do as they please
Sell their drugs
Hurt your kids
With their
Turn a blind eye family
Who would never tell
What they really did see
Because in reality
They are just as bad as them
They never feel any shame
They just think it's all a game
They don't care about all the pain
It's such a shame
But now it's time
To end the game
And all the pain
It's time
To play for humanity
Game over
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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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Shed Under Tree
I am misunderstood by my actions
I can visibly read their reactions
Neither can I claim that good
Not I perform poorly or that bad
May be some other definition is awaited
They have always laughed at me and taunted
How could I find out the reason?
As no one is willing to consider me as good person
I would love prove myself very right
Even I shall offer to go for right cause and fight
I am picking little clues about their irritation
I think I am poorly painted with that relation
May be I am little hasty
May be my words are not that sweet or tasty
From the beginning I have lacked the politics
In today’s date it is considered as very basis
I have fewer friends and more critics
They are intelligent people with good sense of clerics
They want everything to be presented in precise terms
This attitude only fails me and turns against
Sometimes I wish for their funeral
Join in procession and offer tribute of floral
But certainly that position may be taken over by somebody else
The position will remain same and not changed hence
Person can remain greedy and self centered
He will be respected and good position offered
People respect and favor the favorable wind
Where is the time with them for true things to find?
I wish to confine and stay alone
But not waiting for times to be gone
As it will amount to be wasting time and be selective
God will not forgive me fore remaining inactive
Life is not meant for simply eating and spending
Animals do the same and thus simply ending
It must be offered not fully but to lesser degree
Like offering shed as is done by giant tree
Life must have some kind of orientation
It need not be puzzled with many questions
It has very short and limited duration
If we can use it for strengthening the relation
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No to boquet
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
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Don't Garland Me
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
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As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
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Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
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Ramadan and Old Friends
How is it nice to see old friends?
When they are almost to their near ends
None of them complains about lost love
Happily stay far and finally drove
It is happy Ramadan month
I would love to mention it forth
How I missed a bus but got a friend?
She was almost there in the green field
Life is so dear and even made dear
Wanting to spend rest of life and stay near
How come those sentiments flooding clear mind
Every moment is to be searched and get no wild
She will praise for my poems
More so of its contents and themes
The feelings, human touch and belonging
The pure thought process and its on going
I am moved by her depth of love and understanding
She has great urge for fight and then suddenly urge for mending
This all makes her important in my eyes
All my great thought and idea too almost flies
It is holy month and she may be fasting
Yet her love and attachment is ever lasting
She did put some of the words very clear
I have to take it honestly and keep no fear
I too believed that it is equally important
To follow the true path and learn instant
What is real truth behind all great festivals?
As they appear once in a year with intervals
I spare maximum time in conversation
Listen to friends and answer the questions
They may have their own feelings and sentiments
I try to hear patiently and offer suitable comments
She may be offering prayers
Passing from this earthly layers
To the sky and almighty
To justify upon being purged and feel happy
When you hide nothing and keep heart pure?
You are near to him for sure
As love is also another name of dedication
As you move in with blessings as clear indication
She has put to me number of times
That she wants always happiness and smiles
She can grant it through her well wishes
As it will be her endeavor till she perishes
I wish I could be with her forever
As it was dreamed never
Yet today when I look back for her
I feel sense of proud and honor
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A more and more
have decided to collect more and more
no stone to be left unturned to explore
when I have collected enough to sleep and snore
I shall by happy to enjoy it at shore
This is what I aim for
I don't know what is in store
So much pain and agony I have bore
I shall enough of it therefore
I know there is no end to lust or thrust
some amount of money is definitely needed or must
people look at you withs cant respect
this is one of the most dreaded fact
It is morally wrong to assume
money is not needed by all but some
it has become damn necessity to survive
without it not a single minute we can live
It may be little funny or more to run after
the craziness or tendency may lead to laughter
still it is naked truth and must be accepted
life without it has no meaning and simply rejected
I want honorable and descent way of living
simplicity and truthfulness all I am believing
the poverty does not help to reduce the burden
the ups and down may come in life all of sudden
It may be futile to ignore the simple facts
it needs wisdom and vision to tackle it with tact
You can feel better even without anything
still it is needed to survive for something
The fortune does not come that easily
you have to die for each and single penny
it is always source of worry and agony
to earn with right means is even thorny
Either you get it by hook or crook means
it may swing either way to bring defeat or win
the money power is considered as formidable
the enough of it may make him wise and capable
No one has disputed so far the mad race
why people die out for it and violently face?
even strangulating others to death for paltry sum
still prefer ignore it and keep mum
Ask the person who has nothing to care
still he may long for it from somewhere
it may his wish to do or die for last drop
but it may not altogether come to a stop
It is divine power for others on earth
they may cause murder or even death
it may still not crunch their thrust
as they have lost complete trust
The material happiness can not precede
At the end only noble things may succeed
It may be too late to realize the situation
still it may go on with its continuation
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A more and more
have decided to collect more and more
no stone to be left unturned to explore
when I have collected enough to sleep and snore
I shall by happy to enjoy it at shore
This is what I aim for
I don't know what is in store
So much pain and agony I have bore
I shall enough of it therefore
I know there is no end to lust or thrust
some amount of money is definitely needed or must
people look at you withs cant respect
this is one of the most dreaded fact
It is morally wrong to assume
money is not needed by all but some
it has become damn necessity to survive
without it not a single minute we can live
It may be little funny or more to run after
the craziness or tendency may lead to laughter
still it is naked truth and must be accepted
life without it has no meaning and simply rejected
I want honorable and descent way of living
simplicity and truthfulness all I am believing
the poverty does not help to reduce the burden
the ups and down may come in life all of sudden
It may be futile to ignore the simple facts
it needs wisdom and vision to tackle it with tact
You can feel better even without anything
still it is needed to survive for something
The fortune does not come that easily
you have to die for each and single penny
it is always source of worry and agony
to earn with right means is even thorny
Either you get it by hook or crook means
it may swing either way to bring defeat or win
the money power is considered as formidable
the enough of it may make him wise and capable
No one has disputed so far the mad race
why people die out for it and violently face?
even strangulating others to death for paltry sum
still prefer ignore it and keep mum
Ask the person who has nothing to care
still he may long for it from somewhere
it may his wish to do or die for last drop
but it may not altogether come to a stop
It is divine power for others on earth
they may cause murder or even death
it may still not crunch their thrust
as they have lost complete trust
The material happiness can not precede
At the end only noble things may succeed
It may be too late to realize the situation
still it may go on with its continuation
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Forgiveness Is Not the Key
I look down at the people, I worry about their woes
I worry about their joys, their friends, their foes
I worry about their lives and the way they live it
I worry about their dreams and wonder if they’ll heed it
I worry about the tears I see running down their face
I worry about their lies they tell in this time and place
I worry about their truths that always hurt more
I worry about what they will definitely have in store
I look down at the people who never showed compassion
Who hate each other with the strongest passion
Who pushed me aside as though I were nothing
I wonder, do they care about anything?
I realise they treat each other as dirt
And they revel within all the hurt
Not one ever worried for me
I’m so glad that I can finally see
I refuse to worry or care about them and their petty ways
I will never again worry for their days
Because not one ever cared for me
Forgiveness is not the key
Not when I live life so lonely
I want to be loved only
For them I’ll never again feel woe
Because I’ll be nothing but their foe
poem by Lenore Lee
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I miss
You may call me dear
Agony and pain you bear
No complaints or words I hear
Why not you make it very clear?
You always guided me as sun beam
Projected work as complete team
Life would have been utterly failure
If you had not made it fully secure
I am paying it very dearly
I miss the death very nearly
Cry from distance makes me upset
Nothing seems right from the outset
I may not deliver any good
My promises may not serve as tonic for food
How to prove and show the earnest feeling?
I can’t shed the tears even if willing?
The world, people and nature will laugh at me
They will find it as stage to be enjoyed free
Can we not present its beautiful look?
This s only way to come out of hook
Let not any one notice the plight?
We may not separate or go out of sight
What is the reason feel bad or fight?
We may choose what we feel is right
I am visibly moved
My apprehensions still not removed
I am carried away by the simple sentiments
They are not sad but glorious moments
Love is to give and sacrifice
Words may not prove or suffice
It will be simple trajectory of mind
May prove any time its essence and kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over Decades
No one has counted dead over decades
Yet it is compulsion to resume the trade
'It is life line and must' diplomats argue
'Peace is above all with trust' we too feel it is due
How long a shell will come and hit?
To the soldiers on border and greet
Take away life for humanity to curse
What else to do when it is needed for peace?
Many more may die in future
No one is certain about it or very much sure
Borders are silent but under illusory calm
One more spark and may cause greater harm
I shall weep for centuries along with new generations
Good sense may prevail and new era may start for good relation
Not a single soul must be lost and bodies be left as unaccounted
Great amount of efforts may be pure thrust and to be amounted
I am tired of this blood shed on my surface
How can I bless all when grief is seen on the face?
Forget about calm borders but situation within
At such alarming stages that it can hardly be called as freedom's win
Soldiers die on border, farmers' suicide on local front
Whose theory we believe, digest or simply confront?
Why poor suffer for the want of two square meals?
What are we all enjoying on the name of freedom deal?
My surface may remain red crimson with blood
Sometimes I may witness deaths due to flood
When will I have little respite from my lovely children?
Can any one say including sons of soil, saints or politicians even?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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