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Forgotten and Left Behind

They are forgotten and left behind
In such a dark shadow no one can reach and find
There contribution and sacrifices for beloved country?
For lots of people to suffer under weight and misery

What more you need from people withy sprit?
They came forward with head in hand and lantern dimly lit?
We all adored at that time and promised heaven
A piece of land to live with peace and dream even

Thousand were sent behind bars to face torture
Bodies were torn apart with cruel wounds from hunter
Salt subbed on the wound to create deadly pain
What were they expected in turn to gain?

It is painful to keep population under subjugation
It is mother land that is occupied with no reason
How can mother be seen daily molested and raped?
It is shameful face daily to be seen and slapped

Thousands more can perish for the holy cause
We have decided and many more may come of course
The garden may blossom any time in future
We must have motherland freed from yokes for sure

Any country would lament the sacrifices made
When ideals and principles are bypassed and bade
What makes them to disregard its people and causes?
Is it mere greed or reckless thinking and sense?

We are aliens today in our own home
Totally neglected and not welcome
What to eat and what not to dream?
A little hut, open space and sun’s beam

We may tolerate little even if that is coming from our own brethren
If they fail to bother about us and pay little concern
We are not slave and yet may not prefer so
If they are same like those of invaders then they too must go

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Freedom For Palestine! ...

My country, my people, my land
Oh do I wish to be with my people hand in hand
With all wars abolished and all pain gone
With death and pain vanished that has been accepted for very long
Oh do I hope for my country’s independence and self-rule
Oh do I wish to destroy my enemies that have been and are still cruel
With all this evil destroyed and finally stopped
Then no more dreadful missiles could be dropped
Where finally a child can sleep silently in his bed
Not worrying about the next day if he’ll be dead
Where children are happy and finally sense the feeling of fun
Where a father could finally live in peace with his son
Yes, it’s my country Palestine
A country that will always stay mine
Oh do I wish the world could just for once say no and mean it
Oh do I wish the people in this universe could just admit
That what’s going on in Palestine is totally wrong
Then the war that’s still happening would’ve not stayed for so long
I don’t see the reason on why an innocent child deserves to die
I don’t see why a mother should look at her dead children and cry
We are all people...Our differences doesn’t matter anymore
Freedom and peace is what we all should be looking for
May the Palestinian pain and misery just fade away
That’s all I pray for every single day.

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Whose Country Is This?

Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.

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Freedom at last

Many years have been passed since we gained independence
It was not solitary case or mere simple incidence
It had come to end after centuries of subjugation
And achieved after prolonged struggle for status elevation

It is dram come true from slave country to a sovereign state
Finally sealing of billions of people’s aspirations and fate
Joy and cheers for whole of county and to breathe free air
With complete resolve to take on millions with care

Soon country may have a sigh of relief from foreign rule
The feeling was running high with addition of rumors and fuels
We were going to be master of our own destiny
A role entrusted to new occupants but desired by many

What we find today after freedom struggle?
Has it brought any material change with troubles?
Are we in real sense free and move without fear?
Has it not added more woes and agony to bear?

Nothing has changed in our own homeland
We are homeless and alien in our own land
No roof on our top and illiteracy rate very high
We are left alone to fate as high and dry

The gulf has been widened and poor are made to suffer
We have shown them day light dreams but have nothing to offer
Ordinary man can not have two square meals a day
Our dreams are shattered and hopes are dashed away

Farmers commit suicide and uniform people are gunned down
Law and orders is nobody’s concern and certainly well known
People were never dejected even under occupation forces
Today we have nothing but fear, deaths and only remorse

Still we are better than those dying daily praying in holy places
Whom to pray and whom to trust rather than feeling pity for races?
What a mosque or what a church to go in for asking peace!
The sentiments are at low ebb and human relation on freeze

If this is what it goes by definition then we may desire tyranny
At least democracy is not misunderstood and looks funny
Country’s wealth is cornered and sent abroad for future use
Country is burning at home and no means available to defuse

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ask Any Mother

No man would hesitate to lay down live?
If he really thinks of motherland and believes
What else can be holier than earth?
Everything else can be secondary even the death

Ask any mother of what she thinks of holy land?
Would she ever stop her sons from going on field by hand?
Will she hold them back for the sake of her own safety?
She will not as she has been considered as holy and equal to deity

What else she will do and witness?
How many more deaths to see and face?
What her inner soul may react?
These are all unanswered questions and acts

War does not spare any one
The territory is annexed and amnesty to none
Daughters, sisters and mothers raped for no reason
No sensible human being may like it as reasonable person

What is to follow later on the scene?
The plight, misery and poverty totally unseen
How many years it may take to reconstruct?
Where as it may take only seconds to destruct

You ask any mother for her comment
She may not utter a word but only lament
How can she prefer to be pregnant again?
When she has to accept total loss as gain

Even though sacrificed children for noble cause
There may be vacuum in life with little pause
Who will come in night and wipe the tears?
She has to spent sleepless nights and bear

That is how we rate the mother
Who can compete with her?
Let all deities come on earth and perform
The role played buy mother in any form

I would salute to mother first
The pray to God last
Even almighty owe their place in her womb
We all do a curse on her by destroying her dreams with bombs

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Come Home My Son, Come Home

As I travel across this country
the land that I love best
with its snowy peaked mountains
that lay out of reach in the west.
The rivers and the lakes
where nature grows at its best.
The forests and the plains
that each has their part
in the land I love the best.
I write from a distant shore
with dreams of coming home again
ever always on my mind.
Seeing once again friends
from a long, long time ago.
The land that I live in is not to my desire.
My home is ten thousand miles away,
and each time I see it,
it’s like the birth of a new day.
The cities are filled with people
and in the countryside; you can breathe in the fresh air.
The more I dream about it,
the more I wish to be there.
It is not the land of my birth,
but the place that I call home.
That distant country keeps calling to me
come home my son, come home.

31 January 2009

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War Destruction

Have you ever counted dead in battle field?
Rifles in hand and ground firmly held
Not given an inch of the holy mother land
Laid down lives while defending at the at the far end

How much time it needs to sweat in peace time?
Countless hours spent just for planning sometimes
With only view in mind that it may bleed less
When time comes for actual war to face?

Wars are not liked but forced on to fight
It may be imposed whether you are wrong or right
Boarders are put on alert with lots of inconvenience
Mass exodus of people can be seen both the sides at once

Nobody may want hostile atmosphere
Peaceful countries always avoid and truly fear
Country’s progress can be taken several years back
So much loss, future and economy at stake!

Life comes to standstill with no sign of immediate peace
Countries at war are in no mood to please
Initial thrust is at capturing as much land as possible
Problem may start later on with grave trouble

War may be over with third party mediation
Leaving behind misery and lots of questions,
Human losses and material destruction
Where from to receive now fresh instructions?

Civilian population as well as fighting soldiers
No one is pleased to feel happy either
Life here or there valued same for the bereaved families
As no one was ever expecting to be enemies

Deep distrust and hostility in mind is brewing
Divide of boundaries and unrest is clearly showing
Yet it is ceasefire call and must be brought back to normal
Normalcy is limping back after resumption people’s arrival

There is much to think about and assess in depth
How many families might have cursed and wept?
Even thought it is holy task of defending motherland
But something must be done to build confidence and remain as friends

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Foreign Land

Many birds migrate to foreign land
Groom there happily and remain as friend
It is their new home and breeding ground
Away from treacherous weather it is now newly found

Thousands of kilometers away they have flown
The distant land is not their homeland or known
Yet they know it is their new habitat with no fear
No worry about interference when they flock and rear

What have they brought along with them for alien land?
A message of peace with far reaching impact or trend
If birds can find alternative route then why not we
After all it is going to be a spot very much trouble free

Parsee came here and made India their motherland
Their loyalty was undisputable to native land
They mixed like sugar in milk and became one
That place has not been claimed so far by any one

Parsee came here and made India their motherland
Their loyalty was undisputable to native land
They mixed like sugar in milk and became one
That place has not been claimed so far by any one

Mughals invaded India and settled
They made their presence felt and battled
It was golden period and country came to be aligned
Many states accepted their dominance and signed

Today world is sitting on active volcano
The conflicts are turning like inferno
Lots o bloodshed is made much to discomfort and misery
Population suffer and new generation certainly feel sorry

It is the soil of the land that has to be adopted
Mix with the local population and suppose to be opted
If everybody is accepted as true sons of soil with no legal claim
The world can be turned into heaven with nothing to feel as shame

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We The People

I dream about a holy land
Where only live the friends
No foes, no rivals or greedy people
But only people to be called simple and noble

I wish the country to grow like tree
Where people find food in abundance and feel free
A shade to heave a sigh of relief
And even in diversity a bond of strong belief

Free justice to all and opportunity to grow
Enough of care and rivers with water to flow
No fight over rights but duties to care
I wonder for such place but to find where!

I wish the poor to be taken care of
But others are not neglected either
A place to live in like sacred land
Where hymns are played with musical band

Let morning be aired with cuckoo's melody
Churches, temples and mosques with name of almighty
Where day can rise with bright sun shine
Whole day to pass with struggle but to feel it very fine

Enough to eat and enough to feed
Where millions may smile sans greed
No lust for extra land and bloodshed at all
One voice from all to face and to prevent the fall

I wish to lead a march of hungry and desolate
Millions more with one voice to relate
Their participation in praise of mother land
Allow us to raise empire on solid sand

I wish to be buried along noble dead
Whose ideals were understood and read
I wish them all to sing in praise with peace
Let my all countrymen enjoy and live at ease

Color, cast and creed may try to divide
But let all them to unite and confide
Against any onslaught of division
This may then remain only our mission

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I worship

I worship no other
Except motherland and only mother
One who gave me birth?
And motherland who gives me refuge on death

My land must daily witness rising sun
Where there can be only silenced gun
There is no scope for violence or quarrel
Only to make inroad with struggle

What should be seen in my eye?
What all I should seek and try?
Powerful wings and capacity to fly
All I may need is enough of space in sky

I wish everybody a great success
Right to live and place with access
Love to live and trust among all
I wish that forms day's call

I want Bhanu* (sun) to rise
Make everybody to wonder and surprise
What all we can do for our motherland?
Make it beautiful on earth as wonderland

My eyes must witness green fields
Nice crops with greater yield
People must enjoy and farmers should rejoice
That is my dream and I whole heartedly promise

Let borders remain at peace
Life too should remain wonderful and at ease
We should miss not wealth but natural health
Minds at rest and not wrapped as stealth

I pray for all and even to myself
Let treasure come out from sea shelf
Benefit to all and to my country people
Let them enjoy freedom that has come after great struggle

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False Ideals

Invented by the human mind
Not knowing what was real
What sort of god lets people die?
Yet still to him you kneel
Only hypocrites and sinners
Feel they have something to gain
And the old, torn and afflicted
Think that he can heal their pain
What is wrong, why can't these people see?
Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?
You will find you cannot face adversity
No more time, such insecurity
Born again your conscience clear
You give your life to him
Renounce those who are faithless
Contentment lies within
Worship what you cannot see
Small minds you can distort
Force fed with false ideals
Why believe what you are taught?
What is wrong, why can't these people see?
Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?
You will find you cannot face adversity
No more time, such insecurity
So book in hand you stand and preach
Telling us to repent
Something about a promised land
Or eternal torment
Could this be your vocation
Or another mistake
Just deny provocation
>From this nightmare you'll awake
What is wrong, why can't these people see?
Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?
You will find you cannot face adversity
No more time, such insecurity

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False Ideals

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To You, Africa

You are a beautiful terra firma
With beautiful people
Rich in history
Rich in prosperity

You are a land of life hard lived
Through droughts and famines
Your people had a lot to give

Your villages were of close community
Unlike that of civilization
You were the best example
that the world could have seen

Then the toubob began to arrive
And your people were taken
With no regard for your childrens lives
I know you are still shaken

Taken from the land they loved
Shoving their beloved Earth into their mouth
For one last taste of you, Africa

Your people have been stolen
Your people have been killed
Your generations have been lost
Your families have been torn apart

Your people have been enslaved
Your women have been raped
Your people have long suffered
Your people have lived through misery

Stolen for what purpose
Other than to be a serf
Some say it could have been worse
But we know it was the worst

Africa, your people are great
Your people are strong
Your people survived through it all
Your people still sung their songs

After 1865 they were freed
Yet still they were enslaved it seemed
Today there are still places that ban your people
Brought here unwillingly, to this 'land of the free'

Your people are who can change this nation
Your people are here for that reason
All hope is not lost
We will succeed regardless of the cost

This is to you, Africa

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Salute

Thousands of words or applause,
Complete silence or mere a pause,
Will do nothing or serve the purpose,
When people not react and suppose,

Civilizations old mushroomed and perished,
Continents surfaced, remained for long and finished,
Races fought relentlessly and still survived,
Was it not cherished dream this is being still revived?

Racial abuse and discrimination is still hunting,
It is biggest slur and still we ignore and counting,
No efforts or slight pressure is mounting,
No condemnation or regret amounting,

Sincere gratitude and salute,
Who rise and not remain mute
To those who refuse to surrender,
Not rest and silently wonder,

Highest honor to land and mother land,
Strongest protest with raised hand,
Refuse to accept honour from country,
Which commits abuse and bar the entry?

Thousands might have laid down,
Precious lives for city and town,
Time to remember them for bravery,
To free the world from mock slavery,

To return the honour of doctorate,
Worry for country and people to educate,
Remove the ills and totally eradiate,
Country first then honour immediate,

When country’s honour is at stake?
How to think of bread and sweet cake,
Refuse to acknowledge and accept the award,
Thousands of salute to a brave as reward

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Whose Country?

This is the Earth we all brlong to,
In the beginning were Adam and Eve created;
My Earth,
Your Earth,
Our Earth,
Their Earth,
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
My country,
Your country,
Our country,
Their country,
Whose country is the best?
Adam and Eve were placed in the Garden of Eden.

We are in tne same garden today,
This garden is now called Earth;
So did they increased and multiplied.
Whose country is this?
Spreading all over the Earth we came.
From Eden to what we have today,
Whose world?
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
My world,
Your world,
Our world,
Their world,
We are the same people from the same source;
We came from Adam and Eve.

From generations unto generations,
The same people into different colours today;
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
Of many colours taday to enhance the beauty os Earth,
The same homan race from the beginning;
Whose people are they?
My people,
Your people,
Their people,
From one language to many languages today;
So, why worry about the colour of one's skin?

Without Adam and Eve,
Could we have been here today?
Why then create the boundaries?
We are the same people.
This is the Earth that we all belong to,
Why can't we see the truth and live?
This is my home,
This is your home,
This is our home,
This is their home,
The very Earth that we all live in.

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Border guards

What the soldiers are expected to perform?
On the field and off the field to inform
About their personal attitude towards enemy soldiers
And to maintain human values as guard on borders

There is real feeling of brotherhood when prevails calm
Regular visit to their bunkers in peace time without any harm
Exchange of greetings on festival days and respect for family members
Sweet memory, grief, burden or welfare to remember

When hostility is likely to resume or danger bell sounds
There is concern when skirmishes are shadowing with firing of rounds
No one knows who will hit and face the casualty
Peace atmosphere is broken with the arrival of hostility

Many countries have faced volatile borders
The peace accord is broken as if for the benefit of traders
New weaponry is to be tested on the battle field
Who is bothered about gain or loss or territories held?

New round of peace talks and firing still on
How the soldiers can rejoice when their bodies are torn?
Daily there is loss of some lives as if they are heard of ships
Bodies may return home for families at home to weep

When country is really at war, the war cry is heard
The countless losses along with human lives is feared
Many children may turn orphans as war may be raged
The situation there after may not be successfully managed

The scenario is so hysterically up sided that soldiers turn fierce enemies
Men in uniforms put hand ready on triggers as ordered by the armies
The blood is rushed to their eyes to finish each others with revenge
The national interest comes to their mind and consciously up to avenge

Who knows how many bodies lay scattered in the battle field?
Even though the scene is different as latest weapons are used
Still the draggers and bayonets are used to score over adversary
There may be many occasions to celebrate it as triumph anniversary

What is value of life in the minds of uniform men?
Are they totally indifferent to their brethren and other humans?
Do they really feel joy when dragger is pierced through body?
Does he really think that it can be him one day or any body?

The triumph echo may die soon and peace may prevail again?
The loss on both the sides may be forgotten with piece of land regained
The bodies may be exchanged with full guard of honor
The fallen guards may be considered as martyrs and nation’s saviors

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where to complain

Where to go for complaint?
When king becomes blind and turn saint?
When kingdom is handed over to wolves
Whole mystery surrounds and treachery involves

Is it wise to turn the kingdom into holy land?
Leaving the subjects into the unholy hands?
Allow anarchy and misery to prevail
All rights and freedom may also to curtail

These were the old divine rights of the kings
King was master and we the animals in rings
No voice to be heard with clipping of wings
Not to even murmur and allowed to sing

Kings used to abdicate power in favour
Such a mad race shrouded in glamour
Such was state and no worry for subject
Power or authority only main object

Kings have vanished but leaders are born
Only power game and principles torn
Who knows which side they may turn?
Monarchy is over or likely to return

People still favour old king’s system
Voice was still heard…………………
Thousands of leaders have come into being
Promises forgotten and no welfare to bring

God may save country from clutch
King was accessible even within reach
Leaders have worries and no time to spare
There is no use quality to compare

We have no choice but to live with evil
One may be less other may be more devil
Life is short and has to be compromised
When words are reneged initially promised

There is no use for blood to get boiled
Only strong resolves to get attempts foiled
Still nothing is slipped away and out of hand
Rule should prevail with respect to holy land

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Look Backward

There is no use going forward
Where we have nothing but hollow words
Only promises but with no more bright future
Even our existence is no more stable or sure

Where are we heading for?
Towards total peace or intermittent war!
Casualties to count more than war times!
One is compelled to think seriously sometimes

Thousands of people die on the name of ideology
It is worst crime than to destroy the ecology
How human mind can again be made fertile?
Fed with ideas that are in real sense worthwhile

Travel from one end of the universe to another
The storms of all kinds don’t seem to wither
Daily it plays havoc with our mental system
How long and relentlessly we go on thinking about them?

We will have to come back or return to nature
Original place from where we had learnt about future
To advance for the betterment of mankind
But today not a fraction of it is available to find

No a single soul wants to live under fear
We have spent ages to come so near
Today we wish to live without any fear
But destruction and uncertainty is seen everywhere

World doesn’t belong to us any more
It has become distinct possibility therefore
Who knows when world will return to normalcy?
Will it be made possible by way of diplomacy?

Free exchanges and tolerance is the key to peace
Now people to people contacts are almost not at ease
There prevails distrust and hatred for certain races
Let us not leave behind heritage with such traces

No one will benefit but people at large may suffer
We will have nothing on hand to enjoy and to offer
Why not at least on God’s name we try to adjust and co-exist
Without maintaining any kind of acrimony or giving the twist

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Emotional Farewell

I stepped out from my railway coach
I was in hurry and wanted to reach
I was abinitio with forces and returning home
I thought all will be waiting for me to welcome

It was first national call to join the forces
People responded well to be seen in dresses
It was honor to be defended at by any means
We never intended to dismember other country or tried to win

I recall those turbulent days when nationalism was at its peak
Everybody wanted to defend the country with emphatic speak
I decided to go in with no other thought in mind
The future course left for later on to find

The day before mother was worried and restless
She had cried so much and was seen on the face
She had all the pride to take for my action
But unknown fear was reflected on face as reaction

I had deep emotional farewell
They expected me al the good luck with wishes so well
I had emotional burst and wanted to tell
My throat was choked and I had only sadness to feel

Even today service to motherland is considered noble
People come to your help if seen in trouble
This shows deep and high regard for serving man
As person has well dignified to attract the fans

I thought many aspects and came back to old memory
How all thought I will be unsafe and felt so sorry!
I was considered to be on risky mission
But my mom remained like with nom confusion

I bowed my head for her in respect
She was all for me to support in any act
I looked back and found her like rock
She was almost there with energy and stock

I see the same trees, people and environment
Nothing has changed and required no comment
I only had undergone some considerable change
I was now trained man as soldier and not teenage

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Mercy and compassion

I wondered in hostile land
I have breathed for a long on this motherland
Loved her like anything else but more
I praise her from heart and adore

Whenever I used to be in trouble
I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle
She will provide me each clue
Put her hand over head and guide to pass through

She is no more now and I face dilemma
Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma
I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge
Her impression on my mind large and huge

But I have found another place to feel merry
That none other than Mother Marry
Fountain of mercy and compassion
I just murmur by heart all my confessions

I have observed immediate result
I feel elated without fear of any insult
She is always there before my eyes
I need to remember her and make little try

Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face?
Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces
Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry
I keep my head down and forget to worry

My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven
That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even
I have found in you all my answers
Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer

I wish I could remain forever in your lap
Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap
That can take me to the new height
Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight

I shall dream alone about such divine feeling
I may not share it with any one despite willingness
I think lot more may flow like water stream
In the form water fall and like sun's beam

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother India

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.