Freedom struggle
'Freedom struggle'
Yes, it will as it has done in past
Misery and plight never long last
They have to disintegrate very fast
No doubts should be ever cast
You can’t wait helplessly
You can’t always cry with remorse
What is that you always speak adversely?
Do nothing useful and still talk fiercely
No words will do any good
Neither helpless hands nor shortage of food
But only strong resolve and supreme sacrifice
Not hollow actions but real promises
Let sky shower hell with lot of curses
It can’t stand on the way or reverse
Your destiny is decided and set the goal
Even if you fail, falter or commit fowl
You have to shed a blood and lead
Let peace march go on and go ahead
No out side help can come to your rescue
As it has to be performed by some of you
I have observed brilliance in expression
They take credit by using it with passion
Where does it lead for obtaining real freedom?
The result in such manner is achieved seldom
Until you have valiant and brave people
Who can lay down their lives and are capable
Nothing can descend on your land of this beautiful earth
You will suffer and meet thousands death
Your continent has suffered since centuries
Engulfed with atrocities and endless miseries
Not a single soul has searched for end game
Who else can be taken into account or blamed?
Where are youngsters who don’t want to shed difference?
Where are their ideals and drawing wrong inferences?
What stops them for altering the course of wind?
Stop cursing self or country but dash against wall to find
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We Are Mortal
Where silence is needed
The advice must be heeded
Where words are to be spoken
The tongue should never be shaken
Everybody knows that we are mortal
No one can stop death’s arrival
Yet we don’t surrender merely on account of fear
Every now and then we don’t shed the tears
Where one must assertively pronounce
He should do it with high note and announce
Out of million only one brave soul may emerge
He will guide your destiny in crucial stage
What could mar your march or destiny?
Color, creed, race or reasons so many?
People may respect your high stature
As country can see in you a bright future
Hardly may you find a star among us?
To whom you can blindly put faith and trust
They have observed trauma of pain
How person can be made slave and kept in chain
It is shame to be discriminated on any count
Thank God he has blessed us with same blood count
Color is same and feelings also not different
But difference is seen and felt apparent
No people have suffered more than the blacks
What a history we have to learn as period of dark?
How much cruelty on the freedom and liberty?
This can push us to the Dark Age with full certainty
I shall pay great tribute to all those heroes
Who laid their lives else we would been only zero
What else we can expect than shedding of own blood?
Where people live in misery and die for the want of food
Let us rise and claim great respect for such leaders
We feel so much pain and grief as simple readers
How pain and sufferings they might have seen in their age?
I shall have no words to inscribe it on the golden page
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Nigeria at 51
Let Nigeria come out from blue
Give its people freedom in essence very true
We only make and destroy the core
Seek less but explore more
You need to make sacrifice
Nothing can be achieved through hollow promises
New generation to be prepared for high risks
Tough fight ahead to counter possible kicks
Secure the country from external threats
Shake hand with foe and friends equally and greet
Show the difference when to be taught on field
Love and peace along with sword and shield
Express resolve to hate hegemony
Love for mother land without words or acrimony
Words may speak louder than actions
Wait for no out burst or unnecessary frictions
Build nation on sound footing
Nothing can be achieved by simple looting
National assets to be preserved and utilized
For welfare of poor people and obliged
Afford free air and easy movement
Let people meet and enjoy the moment
Today is Naija day with much fun fare
Such opportunity may come very rare
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Long Live Africa
O great people of Africa, you rise
Wait for no sweet and hollow promises
Prefer to plough your own field
There will definitely be very good yield
Motherland wants more sacrifice
Not happy with unnecessary bloodshed and demises
Let them commit cruelty and spray bullets
Answer them with your own hands and ballots
Key and success is in your hand
Extend hand of friendship to them as friends
If no result comes out of it then also go forward
Now there is no scope of looking backward
Why African blood has turned yellow?
Why do they bear pain and allow
Why there is no positive result so far?
Because you have stretched too far
Let your children not suffer
Even if you may have divergent views to differ
Stand united and offer resistance
Peace is he only way out and bright chance
We shall extend cooperation
We can maintain relation
Yet it may be you who only will have to fight
Means may be wrong or right
See that no innocent is killed
See that unnecessary blood is not spilled
Freedom must be realized at any cost
Your will power and tough stand is must
Leave no stone unturned
Let peace chance not die and returned
Pick the threads from where you lost
Human misery must be avoided at any cost
Dream about peaceful nation
You may be able to establish good relation
Peace may not be far away
Stand firm; keep freedom torch burn on and stay
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Freedom
To free from bondage is called freedom
It is born out of struggle and wisdom
It can be armed struggle, uprising or mutiny
Its impact can be felt far off or near vicinity
It is collective and not single handedly fought
Not only involves liberation but freedom of thought
Clear vision with real goal is pursued and sought
Secure boundary is created and peace is brought
People might have suffered and under gone anguish
Pushed in jails for untold sufferings and to languish
Losses of precious human lives and resolve to perish
As freedom is not won in a single day or finished
It is holy task to liberate the land from foreign yoke
Continuous hard struggle and not a matter of joke
Many countries may not support cause and poke
They may thwart the movement under thick smoke
Freedom once won must be preserved with care
Affairs to be managed with no option to go any where
First, house should be put in order to make it reality
To meet people’s aspirations and work in unity
Hard won freedom should not be lost for silly reason
One should know the meaning of freedom of expression
It is of no use if we don’t come out of economic slavery
Country may loose independence despite bravery
Nobody is refugee here and it is home for all
National building poverty elimination should be call
Universal brotherhood and world peace should be the motto
Nobody should be deprived of life and sent or to ghetto
Freedom is won on certain ideals and principles
It may be hard for others to accept and act as disciples
Nothing should be allowed to run or go as contrary
Nation should represent truly and find place as honourary
Freedom should not to be compromised at any cost
Ideology may differ but national interest as super most
World should count on us as true friend and champion
Should have respectable position in affairs of the region
Even if as a power there should be honour for sovereignty
Help to poorer amongst poor and respect for integrity
Freedom and liberty can be enjoyed with grant of rights
End to hostilities and strong resolve to end fights
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Where are promises
Let it not turn as hollow words
As if not spoken from mouth of lords
We may have to shed inferiority thoughts
War can be won without being fought
We can export weapons of mass destruction
It is done with our clear instructions
On the name of O, lord we prove to be champion
To keep them united under one strong union
No one may buy the arguments
It has earned already adverse comments
We are Hippocratic and liar community
We have no shame for precious humanity
All sorts of experiments are done here
Not even species and birds are spared
Unknown trials on living humans as trial
Where do we stand amidst our denial?
We are cheaters and scoundrels
Still we wish honor and laurels
Peace is thousands of miles away
All road are blocked on the way
Prisons are dark and shame on humanity
Still we talk of divinity and serenity
Not remorse in our heartless corner
We got to realize it later or sooner
I am from freedom fighter’s land
We have suffered it from beginning to end
Today we have given torch to entire world
With only aim to bring them in our fold
I feel real freedom is in prison
At least you know you are tied without any reason
You have pity for those out side living
With hollow words they are happy and believing
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A no way
I shall probably do remind
even if you get angry or mind
I had seen no reason for early autumn
you were happy person with no reason to condemn
We live and believe in glorious today
we fail to know that it may become yesterday
All glitter has no shine of gold
It may help you when you grow old
I have seen you grow gradually
you were excellent individually
it seemed as if sun will not set
alas! you did all the opportunities to let
What to think of glorious past?
when we are failing to move very fast?
there is no fun in having doubts or cast
It may nail in the coffin very last
Let us bury the past and not shed a tear
so much agony and pain we have to bear
unknown misery and stories to hear
life it self may threaten us with fear
Reclaim that land is yours
jointly pronounce pronounce it is ours
i was achieved through great hardship
there was true meaning in companionship
Think of today and present
you can afford to be absent
you may be pooh poohed by opportunists
they may take you to doom's door and insist
Many praises on your way by columnist
long stories and sweet words in lists
t may corrupt your own ideology
you will be reduced to unknown bogey
We can make and break
let us not dwell at length or speak
we have diverted today
what will we write for coming day
Our children may not spare
they will find no place to go any where
who will be blamed for spoiled past
the sky is still open and very vast
The misfortune may not end here
it will take you somewhere
no one will shed a tear or weep
This attitude is very difficult to keep
You may be given good promises
with silver moon and bright sun to rise
this will only end in surprise
you will only lament and regret till the demise
Stop all, think afresh and go ahead
you have still energy to lead
You are master of destiny and also head
the whole family is looking to you for bread
You are center of the attraction and major earner
you can also be sole proprietor and winner
Today and tomorrow should be exclusively at your feet
only the present should be meted out with equal treat
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Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
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A freedom is not in a day
Freedom is not attained in single day
It has proved difficult and in tortuous way
How many precious lives are lost in process?
Do we have any words for criticism to face?
Whoever has laid down life may not go in waste
It requires sacrifice and untiring efforts to stand test
We may be able to core it out right or gain the freedom
If the path so chose is non-violence then it is really wisdom
No wars have been won with continued hostility and bloodshed
The revolution may be written as history of shame with no watershed
There may be holocaust and human misery to be swallowed later
The result may have been there but many may come to be known as traitor
Freedom fighters are termed as dacoits or law breakers
They will make enough propaganda for ready takers
It may help them for little times to come and regroup
This can be called as popular uprising and not as military coup
The mighty power has witness sudden downfall
They have bow under tremendous pressure and international call
They have fear of losing the out side support
No out side help can come through the busy ports
Freedom can be won through non-violence means too
It may minimize human loss and this is equally true
We have witnessed many prolonged and bloody revolutions
It has not helped to prove misery but only lead to power devolution
What even if freedom is gained in total sense?
Has that got any relevance in its presence?
Have we attained whatever was desired or expected from?
The truth is bitter but to be explained to whom?
Who will never accept our own theory of deception?
How we remained under subjugation from inception?
Why did we not rise in revolt and tried for solution?
Did we try for it honestly and went for its dissolution?
Will story be rewritten when brought facts in open?
If so when it will find the light of the day and reopen?
Who will shed the light and appreciate the sacrifice?
The fact will be forgotten when people occupy the office
It is hard won struggle and must be preserved at all cost
The power should be shared and utilized for the most
Who knows it may prove acid test for days to come?
Why not celebrate it with fun fare and welcome?
It is unforgettable that freedom has cost us so much
We can’t afford to loose it again in a manner as such
Who will pardon us if we fail to cherish and protect
It has to be defended at all costs in fact
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Countless deaths
Free to feel and easy to live
O, god in your land and believe
That you are only one and alone
Let our mistakes and past be bye gone
We would love to suffer
Prayers and peace may always offer
Take us to safety and grant peace
Small land if you can give us please
It was with us and belonged
Our forefathers struggled and longed
Some documents faked and forged
We are driven away and refused
Can it be not the same again?
At what cost may be the gain?
Our children bath with blood
Shortage of everything even with food
We ask only freedom
That has been denied seldom
What can be way out with wisdom?
How many more graveyards may come up as doms?
"Here lay our future generation"
They never knew what can be sacred relationship
They suffered onslaught and lay dead
We may look at them and read
Holy wars are fought on countless deaths
There may be left no space for laying wreath
Yet that has to be attained with supreme sacrifice
Land may ask fulfillment of promise
Grant us O. lord your blessings and mercy
We can only pray you almighty
You are sole observer of the play
Show us the reasonable and honorable way
We may owe and remain indebted
Even though our course now is ill fated
Our sacrifice can't be equated
As it is blood soaked and down rated
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Except more deaths
Where have you all gone?
What wrong have we done?
Why can't we hear your sweet melody?
Has any harm been done by somebody?
Heavy clouds too are not seen?
As if darkness may prevail as scene
It may cast gloom over beautiful land
If you don not shower with full force as friend
I see long and vast tracks as barren
There are no traces of trees even
The land has developed big cracks
The future seems to be bleak and at stake
More ever there bloody in fighting
Precious lives are lost in inciting
What are we fighting for an example?
Is it fight over freedom or aimless struggle?
Africans are on killing spree
Peace lovers and haters are on run and flee
The country is turning slowly into graveyard
Only locals must rise and stand on the guard
Outside help may not help and improve
The time is running out and they have to prove
Scores of people die over for keeping control
World watches helplessly as no one responds to the call
Draughts too take heavy toll and openly curse
People starve and have no time even for remorse
There is shortage for grain and relief
Weapons are available in plenty to our misbelieve
Sea pirates rule the highway on seas
No aid can reach there safely as free
You can openly witness and feel the lawlessness
The peace is the only way and option for us to chase
Let our brethrens there be spared of agony
They are short of everything including money
Every year they are faced with natural wrath
What else can be faced except more deaths?
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What The Hell
“What the hell you are asking about peace?
When you know I am not at ease”
I was taken back when heard hostile reaction
What was the reason that led to such an outburst and action?
It is customary to ask elderly people about their wellbeing
I was just enquiring about his health and time passing
This was taken as an affront and teasing
It was not at all appreciated and considered it as unpleasing
If you ask sincerely then no one is apparently happy
Outwardly they may put up brave front but actually unhappy
Not about shortage of any kind but for the want of peace
That has been denied to everybody and can’t be given on lease
It can be interpreted at domestic level as well as international
Some of the conflicts affect major countries and their nationals
Some remain at logger heads for decades and shed blood
Normal people die in streets for the want of shelter and food
How can be peaceful at home when everything is in doldrums?
No prospectus for bright future and can be dreamed seldom
All sources for well being dry up leading to social disparities
Elders suffer at home and face insult for lack of amenities
The answer may not be lying with anybody in general
Yet we can search inside and feel happiness on its arrival
Real happiness rest with us where as others can also take care as well
We have lot more to contribute and share for entire world to tell
Not people are against anybody’s existence
It is misrule and atrocities that has been cited as an instance
Its impact is largely seen at domestic level
Where normal families face problems and fail to excel
Let us achieve peace in real sense by not aggravating
But strengthen it by putting real input and relating
That peace is the only way to combat poverty
And adhere to dictates of lord the almighty
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Peace march to square
Does the silent peace march take us to square?
Do we know how to gain freedom and it lies where?
Is it in the buildings or in the palace where king lives?
Or is it the symbolic resistance or signal to which they believe?
How far the bullets may travel and pierce through?
Do they believe it right thing to do or very true?
I feel it is damaging complete confidence built so far
Indiscriminate firing can disperse the mob but can’t win the war
There is stretchable limit for any substance
It can be pulled to certain extent at once
Beyond it will result in breakage or disaster
The whole foundation can be raged to ground faster
The people’s aspirations can wait even longer
They know the reality and are no strangers
The freedom and land mother land is holier than heaven
They are prepared to lead difficult life for it even
The freedom does not come in hand over night
So much blood is shed in determined fight
No one can argue in favor or against with its course
It hardly matters if it thrust upon by peace or force
When time has come to rejoice its fruit
No one can take it away by any kind of loot
The national wealth is public property
It is powerful asset to remove the poverty
The merchant of death may not leave the path easily
They will not show any kind of willingness readily
There are silent ways to force on the perpetuators
The public rage and outburst can be seen as indicator
How many more may be lynched to death for uncertain future?
Who will promise them freedom in land and secure?
Why people are forced to resort to non violent means?
Is it seen as victory on evils by good as clear win?
People may have final say when tyrants have gone
Meanwhile enough damage might have been done
Young and old alike might have lost their precious lives
This can be termed as cowardice act in which they firmly believe
One bloodier encounter may result in heavy blood bath
No one may come forward to force them leave such path
No external but internal pressure can force them to flee
So the innocent country men can feel secure and free
It is commendable approach to adhere to non violence
The eyes of whole world is upon them and attracted hence
Whatever be outcome, there will be respite after turmoil is over
World must live up to expectation and prove humanitarian cover
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Moses The Prophet
Moses
The Prophet
Of Jews
And mine
As well
See
What is going on
In the Holy land
People are fighting
Blood of Man
Is shed
Here and there
Children
Birds
& trees
Are killed
Are killed
And every blood
Is shed
Is shed
Please
Speak to them
This is your land as well
Speak to them
All of them
To stop
Blood shed
To stop
killing children
Say sorry to God
& live in peace
Live In Peace.
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A nation to be loved
I loved the nation as anybody did
Who may not prefer prosperous nation to lead?
It is great honor to be a part of any nation
Our existence has been linked with strong relation
What can be situation if we have to live under domination?
Whole of area under occupation and total subjugation
Complete control on movements and limited supply of ration
What all these speak and give indication?
You have heart, body but no soul
The nights may be threatened with the noise of owl
Not good omen for any sensible good citizens
What can be alternatives when all options are frozen?
It is deep love and belonging to nationhood
Most sacred to defend along with motherhood
Thousands of death can be preferred to defend the country
Who else will come and guard like sentry?
No one may tolerate any type of encroachment
There has to be popular rising along with movement
Invaders can not be allowed to settle
Even if we have to shed the blood in battle
The blood must boil from within
The war must be waged to force the win
The chances may look slim and very thin
Yet it is compared to slavery scene
You are seen with scant respect
The land is tied with unholy pact
How can one nation be kept under force?
Without feeling of respect and remorse?
The freedom and liberty is snatched
The nation is denied freedom and plots are hatched
National wealth is deprived of and taken away
The whole of land is under occupation and sway
The people have right to choose their own destiny
Either it comes by peaceful means or by mutiny
No piece of land can be allowed or to be used
Any illegal entry by any means can be refused
You have been forced to follow encirclement
It is at the cost of freedom and enlightenment
We are not slave to fall in line with unreasonable demand
But in fact we are to follow their ideals and brand
Many ways are adopted to encircle the land
The economic blockade or terrorist attack from foreign land
Day light murders with bomb blasts in the streets
How can we maintain harmony and greet?
Still as countrymen and citizens we are bound to act
We can resist unholy alliance and forced pacts
We can live without cloth and bread
But can not walk with dishonor on the dead
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
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A sacrifice once again
You did it once again
It was not for position to regain
It was pure sacrifice
We sincerely mourn your demise
Your are brave soldiers of holy land
You considered foe as friends
You were deployed there to protect the frontier
You were deployed there as soldier
We all slept here with peace
You were torn there in pieces
Daily some of you were dying
It was willingness for laying
You were paid from treasury
You had all pains and misery
How much hardship and difficult way?
We had glimmer of hope and ray
O, brave sons of the soil
You stand there for enemy’s attempts to foil
You live under constant fear and fire
We have no words for you to admire
What else can we do for you?
Is it not equally right and true?
We can see the reason through
You are there not for us to woo
You have opted to stay there
You could stay in comforts here
You have all the freedom to go else where
You have chosen that path true and fair
Nation may remember your true service
No words can supplement or suffice
It is only your dedication that may speak
You are strong and not merely weak
You have all the options open
You can come back and life re open
It will be possible only when
Peace and tranqulity prevails then
We speak true words from our heart
For you it maybe beginning or start
There lies complete open path
There is always danger and bloodbath
How many bullets may be piercing through?
How many may be incapacitated too
It is daily scene of the day
There lies dangerous way
We don’t hesitate to pass the remark
Nation may be poised to embark
It may scale new heights with glory
The page may be re written with different story
You blood may not go in vain
It will always be our pride main
You will rule and guide our destiny
We have attained freedom after great struggle or mutiny
You may shine in sky as bright star
You may remain with us and not so far
You may twinkle there and inspire
We have no words except to admire
You may live long as stars and sky
Our land and sky will be open to fly
It is your valiant effort and try
We raise our head with pride and not feel shy
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India’s Sixtieth Independence Day
Though sixty years have passed off well,
After India’s independence,
There are places, problems like hell:
Let Indians rethink, be wise hence!
Problems of caste, community,
Sex, water-sharing between states,
Corruption in bureaucracy,
Fights for resources, envy, hates!
Our Father Gandhi got freedom,
After immense struggle, blood-shed,
We realize his work seldom:
Our patriotism seems dead!
Let’s rediscover our values;
Let better sense prevail in us;
Let’s give the world some better news;
Let not our poorer brethren curse!
Our country has done well always;
Our nation has achieved in spheres;
Our democracy has strong base;
Let’s shed our inhibitions, fears!
’Tis time to strengthen our world-ties;
’Tis time to work for global peace;
’Tis time to give up every vice;
’Tis time to fight our greed, disease.
We have a glorious heritage;
We ought to spread love everywhere;
We mustn’t live in a selfish-cage;
Our souls must breathe the freedom’s air!
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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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Everyone Everywhere
At the end of the day,
there's no food on our plate.
So we beg and we steal,
for we know love is real.
And if we don't take a chance,
in a spare sideways glance.
These are all the chains I wanted,
to justify the things I do.
And when we kiss we speak as one,
and in a single breath this world is gone.
And when we kiss we speak as one.
With a single breath this world is gone.
It's a crisis I know,
at the end of the show.
People change but we don't falter,
'cause we know love is real.
This is no place to shiver,
so get up off the grass.
You were once the main attraction,
but all that's in the past.
How much is free,
for me and you?
I'm on my knees,
I am a fool.
But when we kiss we speak as one.
With a single breath this world is gone.
(this world is gone).
How could I fail to give her,
when she cried such a lot.
People change but we don't falter,
'cause we use what we've got.
And when we kiss we speak as one.
With a single breath this world is gone.
And when we kiss we speak as one.
With a single breath this world is gone.
(this world is gone)
(this world is gone)
(this world is gone
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Malayan Race
past a centuries live, thousands and millions of
different races, from the mountainous ranges to the
splendid nature landscape that curtain the virgin forest
as the wild animals of the jungle lives with high sea, facing
the magnificent horizon of majestic beauty of creation, comes
the birth of the continent of Asia, the endless treasure of man's
dream of living in the most luxury paradise of blessing and a land
with full of earthly blessing
Pacific blue ocean washes its marvelous wave to the
wandering seashore of promises amongst Conqueror and
Conquistadores of the west, the alluring beauty envy the hungry
visionaries of interest, offering the night of thieves, the treasure
that can't be taken, where bloods bath the crystal water of the bladed
swords, guns and canon from the window of the smelled balls of canon
of boats and garrison, portly to defend the angry and thirsty barbarian of
unwanted visitor and demonic race of the past
millions come stand the waving hands of fear, foot
with different shield to defend the mighty power with
no fear, the hope to survive, forwarding only the strength
of the heart, where the soul lies the sting of death, never been
conquer and surrender the hour of believing that not the mighty
force of the east, can't stop the sunset to hold the glamour of the heart
to live, beyond the blood of any fear amongst nation of warrior of fighters
to hold until death comes in the most waited
feature lives every spirit of men from the mountainous
hills and river, down to the great sea pads of the high sea,
unified to stand and defend the given land; a gift beyond gift
of live of creation, as every memories lingers in each hearts the
Malayan races have witness and conquer every trial of souls in
our continent
live and stand with us, the heart is full and the brave
spirit lives in our dominion, the Malayan rise comes to
existence for peace, and unity amongst neighboring nation, but
fight to the end with a victor of blood lives in every sword that stands
harmony the Malayan race salute, the forever of our
heart and the blood of our freedom....... never been defeated
but a conqueror of every fight in every land.....long live the Malayan
race
' this poem is dedicated to the Malay Race '
poem by Antonio Liao
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