God's messangers
I witnessed many bright stars in the sky
I tried to pick their numbers but could not try
They were countless in numbers and in depth hidden by vastness
With permanent existence and hung on solid base
Who came first on this earth as god's messenger?
Why was almighty in need to send them or eager?
I thought of their greatness as they were all named in sky
No one from earth can reach them even if divinely fly
God sent them one by one in different regions
They professed well and created liens
Followers swelled in strength and became large group
They all later became disciples and witnessed great jump
Who can claim any of the messengers as best?
Why was then need arose by him to send them for test?
What did we do to them when they roamed among us?
Poked on body, blinded and hung on cross with distrust
Yet we claim true followers of only one creator
Nothing wrong in it even if we pray and remember
He may rush to followers in any form they worship
Whether he has asked for help in desert, at sea or on the ship
You will find countless faiths yet they claim almighty is one
They bow the head to his honor an d believe none
I shall go by their verdict and stand alone
Ready to exist as long as he wises and then gone
No religion preaches violence and hatred
Sometimes they carried away or mislead
Human beings are slaughtered for no fault of their own
Wars are fought in red earth soil with what ever causes to disown
It gives me tremendous joy when hear the churches bell ring
It equally rejoices me when in early morning someone remembers and sings
His holy name either in verses or through recitals
I bow my head in his glory and offer rose petals
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love is god and god is love
Love is God and God is love
"Love is God and God is love" all may say
I found no name that actually professed these words to lay
I bow my head to preachers who really follow the spirit
And guide the masses to bow their head and touch the feet
It has become customary and now a show business
Visit temple, mosque or church in order to confess
It is good on the part of human being to obey
And learn the teachings by heart and pray
Many may be seriously praying for universal happiness
So many may be secretly donating for the serious cases
Yet the genuine concern occupies the religion centers
As they have to rush to the needy poor to cater
All said and not done in true essence
We swear by God but speak lies in his presence
We only object blasphemy but in real life act contrary
General awareness with staunch followers is necessary
I weep with tears when see the Christ on cross
What a feeling in mind with complete remorse
Why did we commit cruelty when He was our messiah?
I feel great when hear churches bell ring or hear the name of Allah
I may be illiterate in literally terms
It will be of no use to look at holy book to turn
The writing may cut little in my mind
Yet I know it is great message from him to find
What has he not done for mankind as whole?
Tolerated all cruelties and found body with holes
"Give them some sense not to repeat ills"
I shall not deviate from my path even if they kill
Such a saint or God is not among us
But his spirit prevails in form of trust
We believe each and every word
Cry with open mind and far of no sword
"He may guide us to nobility"
Make us capable and worthy
O supreme god and almighty
You are our savior, messiah or deity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The eternal story
Long before time its race began
or upon earth stepped the first man.
Before planets their circuits made
or light its virgin rays displayed.
The Council of the Triune One
Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
In eternity past did plan
to come and die for sinful man.
'Who shall I send' was the great cry.
'Here I am, send me', the reply.
Then as a small babe wrapped in flesh
came the Lord our Righteousness.
Angelic host proclaimed the birth
for their Lord had come down to earth.
God confined to a human span
had come to live and walk with man.
Jesus lived and walked amongst men
sharing with us wisdom from heaven.
His sinless life men could not stand.
So they removed Him from the land.
The Saviour of the human race
hung upon the cross in disgrace
and then as He succumbed to death.
Upon that tree drew His last breath.
Where as He hung His head to die
'It is finished' came His great cry.
Then deep into the grave He went.
Where three days and three nights He spent.
Hell was not able hold its' prey.
He tore the bars of death away.
He who died came to life again
and arose from that dark domain.
A peon of praise fills the skies.
The Lord our God it magnifies.
Throughout heaven the chorus rings.
Proclaiming Jesus King of kings.
Angel hosts take up the refrain
'Holy is the Lord', they proclaim.
Then our voices join the great throng
singing God's praises all day long.
There can only be one absolute truth.
I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.
24/10/2009
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Stars, Stars, Stars
They twinkle, twinkle since birth for years,
Or vanish in strange ways, I’ve fears;
In countless numbers in clear blue Sky,
Fixed in this firmament, down they pry!
They appear one by one as you try,
Staring with intent, gazing at Sky;
The more you look, their numbers doth swell,
Beaming white light while simmering still.
Some gorgeously large as Morning-Star!
One can’t say how far away they are;
Stars laminate the Sky around the Moon;
By the light of Dawn, they are gone!
Some are light-years away from the Earth!
When seen by telescope, there ain’t dearth;
Stars conglomerate to form Galaxies;
The Sun is just one of these starry seas!
A Star-full Sky in azure back-ground;
What a treat to the eyes from the world!
A starless Sky hath not much beauty;
And laments with rain all o’er the Earth.
Why didst the Creator put them above?
Mute witness to His great work, behove;
Perhaps, they’ve this duty till Doomsday,
And hurtle down to destroy the world!
poem by John Celes
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Hung My Head
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me why had I run
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find
I said I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
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I Hung My Head
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me "why had I run"
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
"explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find"
I said "i felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead"
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
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Trace the origin
It is very difficult to trace the origin
We are unaware of the facts and live on margins
No once assertively say the first origin of religion
On e can only hold the views and continue with lien
No one can deny also the strong bond of and attachment
Even today so much stress is thrust upon refined movement
They need more and more followers to stay in fold
We have plenty of faiths in this reformed world
It is thin life of faith and matters much to an individual
He can’t lead the life as simple or very casual
He has somebody as source of strength to pray in mind
Amidst all the difficulties to survive and new energy to find
No one is that much serious about the origin or its emergence
The environment in which he lives is blessed with presence
The God or almighty is in centre of his nerve to hold the view
The basic fact about omni presence is accepted by all and rejected by few
Each part of the globe is blessed with presence of many faiths
Their life style may be different but all are scared of death
Bowing of head in acceptance is common and hands in prayer for mercy
Only one name in prayer and on tongue in case of crisis or emergency
May be God might have missed some the important aspects
He might have thought that people may regard His presence with respect
There won’t be any doubt or confusion as far as his entity was concerned
This has given rise to the particular type of thinking with ugly turns
There is growing degree of intolerance and little respect
No one has taken it seriously to care about and inspect
Why the presence of God can be disputed in any form?
Why the religious heads stay calm and not remain better informed?
If they claim to be sole representative and real emissary
Any argument in favor or against becomes hardly necessary
If we find no soft corner, love and regard for friend or adversary
It tears us apart from believing the faith and makes us weary
The prayer made in any language or in any other unknown format
May find its place and reach to Him for deciding the fate
It is our belief that ultimate wish of Him will only prevail
No other means are available for us to pray for any bail
No one can claim to have drawn the source from ancient times
Many traces of is recovered from excavations in recent times
It speaks of only existence with the impression of that age
Nicely portrayed in engraved materials or on coinage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let Them Ban
Let them ban me from community
For praising the single almighty
I shall not fall in their trap
Even if they bash me and slap
Let them parade me naked in open
Offer lashes and wounds reopen
Let the blood flow and come out
I shall not stop to talk about
I shall profess for what I feel proper
I shall work hard and prosper
I shall silently pray and whisper
About his greatness and remember
Who can be great without his blessings?
Why all these has gone now missing?
Why people want to cordon him and mislead?
Where can we go now and properly read?
'You got to believe' he is one and only our lord
'You can't deceive' ours is only one and one god
I look here and there with fear and look at the cross
God you are witness and due to this we suffered a loss
Lord Mahavir* was poked through ears with long nails
Only fault that he could take no care of bullocks and failed
Like these many examples of our folly exist
I revolt openly and refuse to fall in line and resist
I shall stay among poor and suffer
I shall not mind if I have nothing to offer
I shall share dry bread and eat with their company
I shall never be condemned by powerful o, almighty
Leave me alone and force for no contempt
I shall never oblige and allow you to attempt
I shall believe one and only one
Not by either name or disliked by someone
Lord Mahavir was 24th incarnation of God… Jainism
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Just Another Sunday
Just another Sunday
That the Almighty God
sits on his throne
He is majestic, also beautiful
Royal
Faithful
Never forsaking his own
Loving each and everybody
For there is no one
He desires to disown
He came to all the Earth
That is presence might be known
So on this Sunday and everyday
You can claim him as your own
Just simply call upon him
Asking that your purpose here
On earth be shown
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Camp Followers
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
Women of weak wills and strong desire.
And, like the poison ivy in the woods
That winds itself about tall virile trees
Until it smothers them, so these
Ruined the bodies and the souls of men.
More evil were they than Red War itself,
Or Pestilence, or Famine. Now in this war-
This last most awful carnage of the world-
All the old wickedness exists as then:
But as a foul stream from a festering fen
Is met and scattered by a mountain brook
Leaping along its beautiful, bright course,
So now the force
Of these new Followers of the camp has come
Straight from God's Source
To cleanse the world and cleanse the minds of men.
Good women, of great courage and large hearts,
Women whose slogan is self-sacrifice,
Willing to pay the price
God asks of pioneers, now play their parts
In this stupendous drama of the age
As Followers of the Camps.
They come in the name of God our Father,
They come in the name of Christ our Brother,
They come in the name of All Humanity,
To give their gold, their labour, and their love
To help the suffering souls in this war-riddled earth,
The New Women of the Race-
The New Camp Followers-
The Centuries shall do honour to their names.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Thought I Cannot Complete
The thought I cannot complete,
This is the thought I cannot complete,
The thought of the life I lead,
The thought of the wonderful world I live in.
Thinking am I worth living in this precious world which we destroy for our survival,
Are we born to rule on this earth or are we born to serve on this earth.
Are we born to control the nature we cannot conserve, is this really the free world they claim to be, are we yet understanding the meaning of life.
This is the thought I cannot complete,
They say the brain is intellectual yet others believe money is power and so we claim to live in the free world we cannot afford.
I used to think religion is an individual belief though now I got caught in the world where i'm forced to believe even the fabricate religion yet I stand none credulous.
Does resurrection exist nor heaven and hell we told we will reach according to our good and evil deeds, or will I perish so the young soul shall be born,
This are the thoughts I cannot complete.
poem by Sefofane Shabalala
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The book sealed with seven seals
I had a dream that I heard the voices
of uncountable angels, beings
and elders around the throne of the Almighty One
proclaiming that the lamb that was slain is worthy.
Their appearance was blindingly bright,
but the radiance of the Almighty God on His throne
and of His Son was so intense
that it wanted to burn my eyes
and I stood back
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
When the Son of God
who died on the cross
opened the book that only He can,
He took the book
with His nail marked hands
and broke the first seal.
A being spoke with a voice
sounding like thunder: Come and look!
A white horse appeared
and the rider of it had a crown
and a bow en rode out to conquer
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
A second being talking with lightning
that strikes out said: Come look!
When the Lamb broke the second seal
the head of a flaming red horse appeared
and the rider took a big sword,
to cause nobody to have peace
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
A third being let thunder reverberate
come and look!
When the Son of man
reached His hand to the third seal
there was a pitch-black horse
and the rider took a scale in his hand
and a mighty voice said:
a measure of wheat for a coin
three measures of barley for a coin
and do not harm
the oil and wine
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
A fourth being’s voice carried blue thunder sparks
when he said: come look!
When the Son that is God
opened the fourth seal there was a grey horse
and the rider was death and he rode away,
to kill a forth of the earth
and the weapons that he carried
were a sword, famine, incurable diseases
and ravaging animals
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
Four riders past
and I wondered
what will be left of the world
and the people on it?
When the Messiah opened the fifth seal
the souls of the holy ones
under the altar,
who died for His word
as witnesses of Jesus Christ
with a mighty voice called out:
how long holy and true Ruler
before You judge our blood
on the people on earth?
To them was said
to wait a while more,
for others to fill their numbers
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
When Christ opened the sixth seal
places on earth started shaking,
the sun was dark
and disappeared for a time,
the moon was red like blood
and the stars fell from the sky
and draw bright lines
as far as they fell
and I knew that I
was living in the last days
and the hour work started to ring off the last strikes.
l’Envoi
Today I wonder where I stand
in all of these things,
while shots of war
are roaring
and everyone lives only for himself,
and the might of God
falls on the earth
and the hour of His anger
almost touch the horizon
and the hour work has only minutes left.
[Reference: Revelation 5: 13-6: 17.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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First leaf of Fall to fall
Yea, I shall be the first
Yet legions will follow
In my wake
I take the first step that
untold billions of my followers
Will also take
I am the first
Of an almighty
Vanguard
I shall lead them as one
Back to whence they rose from
To the loam of their reward
My followers will do
Exactly as I shall do
No question as to their fate
Their doom and mine
Tis written on the wind and
While I forge first the rest will wait
I’m not divine yet I’ve been chosen
Not truly a leader,
No not at all
I’m only the very (and it’s really quite scarey!)
The very first leaf That falls in
The fall
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Selective Belief: Rewriting The Bible
The twentieth century
witnessed the rise
of a new phenomenom
in Western Nations
across the world.
The strange case
of selective belief,
rewriting the Bible.
Belief read like a roll
of declining acceptability
for these creators
of their own personalized
selective belief system.
Yes we believe in God,
a personal creator, the majority!
But not Satan the Devil,
we choose not to believe in him?
Belief in God, Satan, but not demons?
No we choose not to believe in
demons – they are not real?
Miracles no. They never happened?
Some self professing
so called Christians;
rewrote the whole Bible,
removing all miracles!
Of course not much
of the Divine nature;
of Almighty God Jesus,
the Holy Spirit is left!
After calling both
God and Jesus liars!
(these Bible rewriters read?
their blasphemy bible
miracle stripped.)
All Abrahmic religions;
the world’s three primary,
monotheistic faiths
Judaism Christianity Islam;
3.8 billion followers,
of three Abrahamic religions
over half the world’s population;
must condemn blasphemy vehemently,
because God created miraculously!
The reason: Bible rewriters deny;
created vision recorded in Genesis;
all holy writings in these religions.
Jesus is not God not a Prophet;
to Bible miracle rewriters merely;
a personal guru a cute philosopher.
Problem: Jesus declared the existence
of demons, even non-biblical sources,
attest the multitude of Jesus’s miracles
preformed. God omniscient omnipotent
omnipresent; the all powerful Almighty!
Omnipotent: the all powerful nature of God;
almighty power unlimited infinite power;
all-powerful Lord who has created all things;
and sustains all things by His Word miraculous;
a word of wisdom for the miracle removers
“In the beginning God created
the heavens and the earth.” Genesis 1: 1
“In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that
has been made. In him was life, and
that life was the light of men. The light
shines in the darkness, but the darkness
has not understood it.” John 1: 1-5
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I bow
I shall bow my head to the power
That has everything to shower
Even if we ask or not in the prayer
Protection is always provided in form of the Dua* layer
I find the stone as an embodiment of universal love
Feel so near to it and inwardly pray to believe
All its ideals and preaching at heart
What else can be thought over as divine art?
Millions across my country and all over globe
May search their heart and sincerely probe
What can be done to spread His message?
That has disappeared from mankind with passage
We have observed the fast for the whole month
Purified soul as stayed as near as possible with no food in mouth
It has taken us nearly to his fold and refuge
Now it is our turn to take vow and not refuse
We as super religious community have one thing to remember
It becomes our holy duty and obligation to protect the members
Not from same community as whole but others as well
It is certainly His wish too for different story to tell
I wish my prayer too may reach millions of followers
To bestow their leanings and favor in form of shower
Let us take entire globe to new path of recovery
It seems it is blessed and has approval from almighty
I may not be part of this occasion
But I may certainly have compassion
Readiness on my part to render confession
And whole heartedly expose to admission
Allah, the almighty may not only bless
But grant me an enough of courage to face
I shall stand before world with enough of trust and faith
That I shall not be alone at the time of death
* Dua… blessings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All of sudden
All of sudden whole sky got illuminated
It was wonder and no one new how it got originated
It has got relevance with the happening on earth
It was definitely a good sign to be linked with divine birth
Whenever this phenomenon occurred something was bound to happen
It was not to be just coincidence but new chapter was going to open
May be it was arrival of pure soul to take the refuge on lovely land
For the help of those depressed and deprived to strengthen the hands
All religion books are full of tales and speak of large volumes
It is totally unbelievable to have taken place in vacuum
Only pure soul with divine power might have witnessed such scene
It was to be rarest of rare that might have been observed and seen
“I shall visit the disciples when they are in need” verses read
You may find me among them at suitable time and lead
It is holy belief that hangs on very thin thread
You need to put trust, have faith and plead
It is how we have come to link the divine phenomena
It is totally unbelievable and unknown arena
It is reality and got to be believed with complete faith
Why do we remember almighty at the time of only death?
Just flash of lights in the sky for a moment is indication of bad omen too
Some bad may happen and believed by many is also equally true
It may so happen that some one might have been taken to heaven
Such miracles don’t happen often or witnessed even
It is generally believed to be rare occasion
The things to be laughed out simply is out of question
Such things happen once in a blue moon
All of sudden dark clouds rush in the sky in day light or noon
Whenever evil forces has taken over the helm of affairs or exceeded
The God has taken birth to hear the prayers from devotees and acceded
It may not be altogether true but it has happened at several places
The sufferings have been removed and brought the happiness on faces
Let us not undo the teachings of the divine power
It may cool your body as is felt in rainy shower
It has all the qualities to make you feel happy and grant the peace
Life is so lovely and to be spent completely at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Disciples Of Jesus Overcame Denouncement Fear Of Death
disciples of Jesus originally fear denounced Christ
in shock terror mortal fear for their threatened lives
followers fearing flogging crucifixion a criminal death
later disciples Holy Spirit lead witnessed their truth
were prepared to die and did for Christ their master
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Disturbance At The Heron House
theyre going wild, the call came in
At early morning pre-dawn, then
the followers of chaos out of control
Theyre numbering the monkeys
The monkeys and the monkeys,
The followers of chaos out of control
theyre meeting at the monument,
The call came in the monument
To liberty and honor under the honor roll
theyve gathered up the cages the cages and courageous,
The followers of chaos out of control
The call came in to party central
meeting of the green and simple,
Try to tell us something we dont know
disturbance at the heron house
A stampede at the monument
To liberty and honor under the honor roll
The gathering of grunts and greens
Cogs and grunts and hirelings
A meeting of a mean idea to hold
when feeding time has come and gone
Theyll lose the heart and head for home
Try to tell us something we dont know
Everyone allowed, everyone allowed
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We decline the claim to power by parties which want to own their followers body and soul, and which want to put themselves over and above the whole nation.
quote by Franz von Papen
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Theory Of Love And Peace
I wondered over the theory of love and peace
How it worked together and so much at ease
How could one school of thoughts survived for centuries?
When world was engulfed with clashes and miseries?
I have believed in harmonious existence
There are pretty number of instances
Where neighbors of different religions coexisted
Lived for years still remained aloof and unrelated
How come fanatics raised head all of sudden?
Where from they borrowed idea of one religion even?
How come world be convinced over their ideology?
When they are divided over and still raise the bogey?
I still give some marks to their intolerant attitude
If some one has hurt their sentiments with ingratitude
Some comments about their religion and heads
How that can be all over when no one has heard about or read?
Have we misinterpreted our own religion?
Taken to heart what has been practiced in other regions?
Followed same views and points for adoption?
Where as some change would have been contemplated with action
I read some where that offer another cheek if one is slapped
Don’t laugh at his misery and insult with slightly clapped
Feel unhappy when neighbor is in duress and needs attention
These were all preached and found with almost all with mention
I feel remorse when hear that certain followers massacred
While offering prayers at sacred place when peacefully lead
What was their fault in offering or remembering almighty?
Why do such disgruntled persons claim and later on ask for pity
I wish to raise my banner of revolt under peaceful resolve
Demand for total annihilation if they don’t fall in line and solve
If need be, under one single command and one mission
No mercy whatsoever for their such acts and omission
I can understand their ire for persons of different religion
What logic they provide for persons of same faith in region?
Where should they go for the fear of loosing life?
Have they to live only to face bullets or on edge of knife?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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