Guilty and Sad
It makes me feel guilty and sad
When some one calls me bad
It is so particularly in the case of spy
Valiant attempt for motherland but suicidal try
“Don’t do the work that may send you in jail”
“Attempt at nothing that may curtail your freedom and fail”
Sir, I cry today as my years have been spent in dungeon
Living hell for a person to undergo strict terms of prison
What you can term as living hell on earth?
He posed a question virtually fearful of death
They tried virtually to kill me by breaking feet and hands
As my mind was so much infused with love for motherland
Can you believe almost 30 years with prison sentence?
How much agony and pain to be spent with mind so much tense?
No one was there to talk with and see the light of the day
Food to be served with insult and sometimes thrown away
I was handcuffed and tied with locks on feet
To be kicked with filthy language as if to greet
“Traitors are to be treated with same treatment”
Such words used to be hurled as comments
Today I am out from prison and back to country
I thank everybody for efforts made and particularly the almighty
Without his blessings I couldn’t have seen light of the day
Such is the experience and mission to be undertaken in hazardous way
I have no regrets for services rendered to the cause of motherland
Yet I may advice people to remain away and act as friends
I have lost everybody and put to shame by label of prisoner
I pray almighty to free me from that label sooner
It will be considered as no sacrifice if done for noble cause
The countries at war sometimes resort to such practice
Yet nothing should be done to create bad blood and hatred
It is their affair and must be allowed freely to be led
I cry not for the mistreatment caused in enemy territory
But maltreatment meted out at home as an adversary
Not sympathy or words of praise for undergoing torture
What could have I expected from enemy as nice treatment for sure?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The source of beauty and of Art,
Who but thy children understand
The love which permeates each heart!
We see, through rainbow-tints of tears,
Thy glory of a thousand years.
O country of the Great and Free,
We live for thee, we live for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
O Motherland, both blithe and brave,
What magic lies in thy name-France!
Yet can thy radiant mien be grave,
And stern thy ever-smiling glance.
And when thy sons and daughters know
That enemies would lay thee low
And dim thy fame on land and sea,
We fight for thee, we fight for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
Dear Motherland of joy and mirth,
Dear Motherland of faith divine,
A thousand years the wondering earth
Has seen thy star in splendour shine.
Still shall it see that star of France
Its splendour and its light enhance.
Dear Motherland, when it need be
We die for thee, we die for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
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Freedom 2
Once more, one fear surrounded me
Not knowing that has beaten me
The hot sun speaks louder
A cold pain has shut laughter
No where to run away
As if liberty has turned gray
People shout, clap and walk
People have no opponent to talk
One hope, one fear, one enemy
Many hearts, many thoughts, one enemy
One campus, one map, one road
Prison puts such heavy load
Feet by feet, hand in hand
People want freedom of their land
Oh, hunger of a free walk
Put my old enemy and me into talk
Put his hand in mine
We both shout out the same line
“Jail is bad even in heaven
All we want is freedom, freedom, freedom”
What he wants to do with his freedom I don’t know
But that is freedom on different ways we go.
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I Pledge
I pledge allegiance to national flag
Let there be any attempt to tarnish the image or drag
It shall remain super most in my mind
I am not novice so not to understand and go blind
How many people have shed their blood for motherland?
How many might have perished in foreign land
For upholding the national pride and honor
What might have they expected in return for?
I am for sure many might have perished unsung?
No national anthem might have been aired or sung
Yet we owe our head in their honor for brave front
This is what all citizens expect from soldiers or want
Today we are free country with all liberal thoughts
On national front we have undergone sufferings when fought
No one wanted any material benefit but only free air
Have we given them what they wanted as fair share?
Motherland is compared to a beautiful and sacred lady
Love and respect shown for all the time from everybody
No one can think of harming national interest?
It is expected and desired even more as best
We have forgotten our past
We have lost the trust
Our head bows down in shame
Where to go and whom to blame?
The beautiful lady, motherland we call, is torn apart
She has been taken off cloths and divided in parts
Who can claim they have national interest at heart?
Can any one think of making again a noble start?
No, nothing will be done
Past golden days are for memory to remain
Flowers will laid as mark of respect once in year
Everybody is afraid and gripped of fear
We are killing our own brethrens
Poor are dying everyday without much concern
This is welfare state we enshrined?
Was that the show for later on to be fined?
We have created position to corner the wealth
Compromised with nature and helped to deteriorate health
It is world boxing match to attract more people
To pay for the show and invite more trouble
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Never rift
Do you really want your mother
To be with you?
Do you really love your motherland?
Do you really like your mothertongue?
Mother mothertongue motherland
All sacred and more than your life.
One who is really wise and learned
Love mother mothertongue motherland.
Mother mothertongue motherland is
The lifebreath bloodcirculation of
Our body and soul as well.
This world is our motherland in the
Broader sense and we all
Are brothers and sisters
With the same air same light same water
Same earth same sky
With the same emotion same thought.
Mother mothertongue motherland
Are precious and we are the
Bonafide sons and daughters
We never rift we all accept
Natures gift and go on and on
On this life towards super lift.
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Years in exile
I am back after years in exile
Barring few new things nothing has changed for while
Same way of living and same style with existence
All for the good and no where any pretence
Nice were those days when we had well past time
Those were childhood days and considered as very prime
Everything was enjoyed with abundance of love and affection
It was funny, idiotic and coupled with very rash action
Nice age to remember along with all old friends
We were all known and member of notorious bands
No one may dare to point out or complain at home
We will be given no thrashing but only welcome
We knew well that critical days were ahead
It will prove all crucial to sustain and lead
Childhood was passing off like snow
We were coming up at speed with tendency to grow
We were in exile in our own country
Subjugated by other countries and ruled by many
Forbidden to visit any place as guarded by sentry
We were considered as dangerous for any entry
We had planned to throw them out forcibly
It was known to us that they will pay it very dearly
We had never chosen bloody path and even thought it rarely
It was not good option might have not come up fairly
All kind of terror was let loose on public
They wanted to turn it more tragic
Braking up of moral for us was their logic
But we knew it well as what could be its basic
No country can be kept under heels for longer period
There may be chances of uprising to fill the void
Though some steps may be taken for casualties to avoid
Still it may be little harsh when plan is laid
The youngsters or youth are always considered as stumbling block
They may be well prepared for final assault with surprise attack
As the public sentiments run high and turn against enemy
The scene later on may prove to be suicidal and stormy
Whatever the case may be, we were picked as possible threat
We were forbidden to see each other or meet
We were virtually pushed into heavily defended barricade
Still it could not crush us, stop or forbid
Those days have passed of with bitter memory
We are not sore at plight or feel very sorry
We only lament the treatment meted out to children
They were forbidden to come out in street for play even
We had chosen to leave the area once for all
It was of our choosing but a distress call
We could hardly offer any justice for it
Today I witness no change as people openly move and greet
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Open the fire
“Fire” the word came out as the order from commander
It was move to stall the advancement and halt the invaders
They were large in numbers and move was little expected
He soldiers moved in readiness as were attacked
They were all ordered to move within short notice
It was breach of trust and violation of peace
Truce was not respected for greed of more land
The fresh soldiers were inducted to defend motherland
What can be more holy task than to defend the nation?
Why no one cares for life when its integrity is in question?
Such is spirit of young soldiers in army to protect boundary line
To shed the life in the service of motherland is considered as divine
I remember having answered one question put to me
I shall offer complete life if at all need arises or be
“What will be your priority in defending the country as free”?
I shall volunteer for army service and not attempt to flee
This kind of feeling was apparent in every able body person
We can’t think of in any terms when there is certainly no reason
Each individual is duty bound to offer voluntary service
As country’s independence can’t be equated with any price
Wars are not only costly but invites lots of destruction
Men and materials are lost to thwart such insurrections
No one benefits out of such mad adventure
Country is loosing in all terms as threatened with future
Skirmishes on the boundary is regular and routine feature
Enemy troops may intrude in territory fir adventure
Sometimes it may be repulsed and sometimes may succeed
But overall precaution may be taken to keep the boundaries free
As we heard the shout from the commander
The position was immediately taken to make them surrender
We had well trenched position and were not aught off the guard
They were halted with heavy casualties and stopped form moving forward
The gamble did not pay off and met with failure
We had worked hard in peace time and wonderfully assured
Not a bird was allowed to enter our land or air space
We were all well prepared to halt any chase
We were given praise by our immediate and superior officers
As we were sole custodian of country’s holy borders
Anything wrong on our part was to be condemned and taken as national shame
Slight deviation from the duty was certain to invite the blame
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Taken over by hatred
I don’t know why love has been taken over by hatred?
What makes us to believe in hard core’s philosophy and be led?
Why is it so that age old traditions have been on complete vane?
Why it causes sudden shock, agony, maltreatment and pain?
I think no one has an answer for explanation
The sacred relation has not been looked kindly in question
Somewhere there has been done honor killing
And somewhere shot down, hanged and shown as willing
Can any one term love as market commodity?
Is it the only treatment we meat out and term it as dirty?
Have you ever heard words used and hurled with abusive language?
Nothing helps us to prove as cultured entity in present age
I have watched same treatment from child age
Women dragged from their houses to face the carnage
The worst treatment on the name of their honor and pride
Where as there is much to claim for and nothing to hide!
I fear it has origin in our ancestral philosophy
Either we have not fully understood the message of almighty
Or disregarded the inconvenient portion to expose inability
Any how we are shameless creature on earth with no responsibility
How can there be language, race, color and nationality barriers?
When we are sent here as messengers and love carriers
History may not repeat for out future generations
They might have long history of bitterness with many questions
Let us make no discrimination between gender and religion
It might differ from race to race and region to region
But it will never discriminate in finding the companion
Even though there is complete awareness about union
Let us widen the doors of friendship and show keenness
We are not from primitive state so to keep hard stance on face
We need change and complete overhaul to meet the challenges
It will be our endeavor to see how best we can imprint new things on pages
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Living With The Enemy
I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
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A Criminal Mind
I Lyrics and Words by Lawrence Gowan
from his album Strange Animal
You've seen my hands are steady
You've seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they'll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Until the day I die
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
I've spent my life behind these steel bars
I've paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don't regret action
I'd do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I'm numb to pain
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I'd like to say a few words
Here in my own defense
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience 'til the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent
A criminal mind is all I
All I've ever known
Don't try to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Oh I am
Oh I am
I'm made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
I'm just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
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Remain in cage
Who would love to remain in cage?
With forceful confinement and bondage
No one I think on this beautiful earth
Life can be totally free only after death
Whole sky has remained a free zone
For birds to fly in air and come down one by one
In search of food and again air borne
Think of a scene when such freedom is suddenly gone
Many organizations are now working for freedom
Help secretly with funds and moral support even
Who do noble work for birds that are kept in cage?
The birds may like to live free but held under captivity and bondage
Birds must find their safe heaven
Lots of gardens must be brought up even
Forests are fast depleting with dangerous exposures
Their existence is at stack and life not very sure
If they can’t use their language then we must understand
Love and kindness must be shown and treated as natural friends
They are inseparable part of God and nature
If we have right to live then they too need to be assured
Set them free and allow natural hide outs
We have made them extinct and there is nothing to talk about
When we don’t like to remain under occupation?
They are no different from others in such relations
Think of a person kept in prison with lavish food
He won’t feel at comfort or anything good
If movement is restricted then liberty ends
And if liberty ends we are reaching dead end
What is use of beautiful garden if there are no visitors?
Flowers may be blooming but no birds to venture
Why not we have them some places reserved?
In this way our interest may be well served
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wake Up (Set Your Sights)
Let me see the sunshine. Let me feel the rain.
Let me go where I wanna go.
Well I want to smell the flowers, see the dawn again.
Find those friends I used to know.
Find those friends I used to know.
Well I spent twenty long years in a dirty old prison cell.
I never saw the light of day.
If you could understand, oh that kind of living hell.
That's the price I had to pay. Oh yeah!
That's the price I had to pay.
They say I killed a man, but I never told 'em why.
So you can guess what I've been through.
And so for twenty long years I've been thinking of that other guy
and what I saw him do to you.
What I saw him do to you.
Listen. So when tomorrow comes and I walk outside that door,
try to understand the strain.
But if you smile that smile I know I couldn't ask for more.
I know I'd do it all again. Yes I would.
I know I'd do it all again.
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One, two, three
One, two, three
“Charge one, two three and back”
“Shot a long cry at enemy, jump and crack”
I remembered those harsh words from instructor
He was demonstrating how enemy can be frightened in the war
We were taught lessons in combat zone
What is to be done while fighting alone
Jump out from trench and charge the enemy with long shout
Psychological treatment for surrender even with body so stout
I remembered those golden words in case of no ammunition
No possibility of getting it without further communication
Sudden appearance before enemy like ghost
Make him to flee as if everything was over and lost
I find such things useful in civil environment too
First attack in any field is taken as bold move through
Adversary may be caught in dilemma with total surprise
It will be turning point in your life with sun rise
Discipline of highest order is welcome in any field
Ground is firmly understood in all weather and held
You are not taken off the ground with any surprise element
This grants you double advantage with bold movement
I developed sense of some futility in reckless killing
The argument was “you in the field not as willing”
It is sacred trust and that must be maintained at anytime
“Kill or get killed” is the only option sometimes
In peace time you are like friends
You move in peaceful manner with clear trend
The moment hostility is resumed
The role is changed and differently assumed
The armies face each other in different manner
They know it is not going to end sooner
Yet it is demand of the time and urgency
Soldier has to stand alert in the entire emergency
It is holy task entrusted to sons of soil
It sends magnetic waves and blood boil
Hands are gripped to offer life for protection of motherland
We don’t see at that time who is foe and who is friend
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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The Clarion Call
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are you so down cast?
Why have your beats of heart become still?
Why is your fate bound with negritude?
Why does silence prevails on your lips?
Where are the guardians of motherland?
Why are your cities so plight ridden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Somewhere glimmer all lamps,
Somewhere dance enchanting scenes,
Somewhere toss starving children,
Somewhere wheezes miserable life,
Why is it difficult to enkindle the lamps?
This is the dilemma of my motherland
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are illuminated their houses?
Why are dark our dwellings?
In front of them the Life dances,
And our fate is inscribed with adorations,
Who has devised all these divisions?
Who has enmeshed us all?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Death dances all around,
Life is enfolded with smokes,
Somewhere toss the injured human beings,
Somewhere lie dead-bodies coffinless,
Where are the sentinels of peace?
Why has decay overshadowed the garden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
We shall have to up lift the eyes,
We shall have to enkindle the extinguished lamps,
We shall have to wipe out contents hatred,
We shall have to revitalize this garden,
We shall have to hold up the flag of righteousness,
This is the last part of all oppressions.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
The heads will never stoop henceforth
Tough they are cut off,
Those who are on the way will never stop,
O! My enemy, test the mettle of your arms,
A flood of heads is heading onward.
Now who will dare hinder the heads?
Now who will encumber the clarion call?
The passionate heads are now bent upon
That our country will become an Eden-land.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
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From Motherland
From motherland, lands a spring of rivers that gushes out radio waves ontop; and descends down stream with cool water; That feeds our motherland. Look at her meanders, she sneaks into the green land; And sniffes Canaan of today. The head of all lands in her and stands firm in deep sea as a rock. She is an eagle but alioness, that roars on the feet of Mount Zion; and drives our hospitality, our land. As she dives out of the best African pot; from motherland she lies in her greenage.
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Let curse fall
Let curse fall on those individuals
Who play dirty game with dubious role
Let all the blessings be snatched outright
As they have failed to protect the rights
You were preferred not because of past deeds
You were sent here not to torture and lead
You were seen as capable of delivering good
What did you do o, men other than snatching a food?
You kept them as animals or slaves
Were you not expected to act and behave?
Why did you not adhere to civilized norms?
Were you not aware of well informed?
I had nothing to find as final answer
I saw grief, pain and visible tears
Lord was himself pitying for making us human
Else we were not worthy to be called even animal
Animals do have the sense of love and attachment
They do love their circle and improve the relation or cement
What do we do to uplift or strengthen the liberty and freedom?
Not maltreatment in such a heinous way is witnessed?
We have kept millions under toe only to be called king
We have tortured and killed innocents so not to remain well being
What else we have done them to starve of food and face the prison?
Is there a cause to tie them in chain and pushed in cell without any reason?
We have librated a vast land for the hope to spend it better
We did not know it to belle our expectations sooner
Still people are shot at and killed mercilessly for no crime
It is time to rise and prove to the world that now is the real time
I felt a grief and same pain as lord tried to express
I had deep feeling but could nothing on the face
We all have mastered the art of deceiving the conscious
We may continue to perform with all motives considered to be vicious
Leave us not in middle O, lord for little folly
We share the blame and own it fully
No one may escape it unnoticed and gracefully
They have to undergo same intensity painfully
They may not find the roads open to flee
At no place they will find it secure and free
God granted us full freedom with liberty
We must acknowledge it as grace from almighty
Let eyes not look at sky helplessly
Let no individual be treated shabbily and rudely
As we are human being first and then individual
We are not empowered to take it as casual
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Life Just Ended
Person's life was just ended
As it was not avoided
He lacked strength and will
But what prompted him to kill?
It is just suicidal tendency
Not blessed by almighty
We have no right to end
We are specially sent
With failure in examination test
Students end life by forgetting the rest
What if one had little set back?
Why to put entire life at stake?
Farmers end life with failure of monsoon
As if life was not to be restored and soon
What has happened to the father of the land?
Why do they want to be bad children of motherland?
Parents end life with bad experience
Children fail to serve them at insistence
Why do they want such unbearable tragic end?
Is there no other way to utilize life and mend?
New bride is burnt to death for the want of the dowry?
Life is ended because someone else has failed to feel sorry
Where are we heading for in civilized society?
Why have we forgotten the creator and o, almighty?
Parents pray and ask for lovely kid's presence
Home should be filled without their absence
Why unwanted scene should be created?
When life is meant to be struggled and re-created
Suicide or ending of life is no answer
What happens if rain fails to deliver shower?
What if harvest fails due to no rain?
Life, death, joy and sadness come in form of chain
It is precious gift no one can deny
We must strive, work hard and try
We should know the capacity and then spread
Else it may utter failure and you will be dead
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Mission Motherland
So far from our system we came here through space
To leave poisoned spheres for your race
Our knowledge we trade for the time shared on earth
To take and give for what it's worth
On, our screens we've been shown your world
Plead for your welcome, you won't get hurt
Mission motherland
Another chance
With sunlit soil and air to breathe
Is there any place for us to live
To grow descendants to be free
You gave us resources
You gave us advice
To deal with the unknown
To get humanized
We've shown you dimensions
And brought you on ways
You've never seen yesterday
Hand in hand we will march through time
So much more to research and find
Mission motherland
Another chance
With sunlit soil and air to breathe
Is there any place for us to live
To grow descendants to be free
When you hear these words
We've taken cold refuge
In freezers to keep us alive
What we didn't know
Your central star called sun
Sends lethal rays to earth
Say how many of us died
In the streams of light
Faceless bodies, morbid cries
Doomed our colonies
Wake us when you;ve healed the world
Save our souls
When will we be as one again
And fulfill what we understand as
Mission motherland
Another chance
With sunlit soil and air to breathe
Is there any place for us to live
To grow descendants to be free
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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
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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