Holiest Among Holy Places
Holiest among holy places
Parliament is suppose to be in that case
Which house representatives all races?
To show whole of country with beautiful face
Constitutional fathers pledged
Public sentiments acknowledged
Vowed to be precise and true secular
With no bias in mind to be shown as particular
No cast, color, or creed
No office of profit or crave for greed
Such people were to suppose to with life of supreme sacrifice
Enshrined in constitution such safeguards with high promises
Illiteracy and population played trick
Jackals jumped in fray with wealth and sticks
No one to question and no where to mention
Open field and everything for retention
Laws and ordinances to be enacted at ease
Perks and benefits to find quick release
'You take this and leave this for me'
Grabbers gathered and robbed the tree
New slogan created and strategy planned
No more guilty if by judiciary not banned
Enjoy as much as you can and defy the system
Take out the whole tree along with root and stem
Enter the holy house and escape the arrest
Waste the time, stall the process and eat at cheap rate
Whole nation weeps for waste of food grain
Poor die, farmers' suicide and others suffer pain
We are truly democratic and allow free page
Protect culprits in custody and provide amenity in cage
Millions are spent on maintenance but no rooms for school
Kids can't study and we turn criminals in strength full
We hang no criminals for purchase of votes
Catch no culprit even if bombs they denote
We have intelligence in put but no proof
Leave it to States and allow rain water to leak through roof
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No Law In Hand
Politics has become cheap game
Only country gets bad name
Unfair practice goes on
Fair name is always blown
How to share dais with their presence?
Why do we hate them at once?
Why do have they thick skin?
What is the motto behind political win?
Why poor not rise in rebellion?
Why do they watch merely from pavilion?
They have made it democratic field
Where only means available is to yield
Political means to amass wealth
Nation suffers poor financial health
Big or small countries suffer a lot
Poor nationals are simply in between caught
What all tricks do they employ to win election?
Dirty game is involved for shady selection
Religion is pitched and cast lines are clearly drawn
Money plays part and rest people are withdrawn
This can still be understood
Even if they promise you free food
Promise stars in day time
But it is to secure dynasty rule for life time
They will install any one they like
Prices may soar and any time hiked
Who cares even if you die or live in misery?
Their luxurious life is must and necessary
Believe me precious food grain is rotting in open
Poor has nothing to eat and for belly to fill in
Prices are sky rocketing and beyond reach
Only influential can survive to become rich
How can you name parliament as an institution?
Where open flight can be seen with continuation
Large numbers of representatives are law offenders
We are the culprit who act as medium for such grabbers
Still time is there to behave and act
Take no law in hand but react
Show them way towards door
Let sovereign state work for the down trodden and poor
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You are forgotten
Gandhiji* you are forgotten
Your ideology is hijacked and stolen
Seldom have we remembered you even
By and large you are completely gone
You are stranger in your own land
You are lone figure without any friend
You are remembered for going on strike
Demonstrations against pay rise or on price hike
"We follow Ghandhian principles" remains popular slogan
We are true followers and disciples
Only we grab in millions
Still we wear your cap and keep affiliation
Millions rot in streets and die hungry
Population is accustomed to and never go angry
We have money power to purchase votes and remain in power
Tones of grain go in waste as they await rainy showers
Grain must rot but should not go to needy
We will spend billions and still ready
To waste more on plans and developments
With all the care that poor get nothing and resent
You advocated that parties should disband
Power centre should be based at village land
We preferred old slave symbol and maintained status
So in name we are democratic but capitalist as such
Let farmers commit suicide and public properties burn
Let accidents take place and thousands die in turn
We are only interested in amassing wealth
Let public go to hell with their poor health
Gandhiji* we never miss you but in fact garland
Your statue is erected and carved out on sand
You are gone forever but we have monopolized
Gandhian pattern as only excuse to wash ills and stay obliged
Don't shed tears even by mistake as we are committed people
Whole nation lives on borrowed economy and face any trouble
Our national wealth is safe in foreign land as black money
We are the nation next to only few corrupt countries yet hold the key
* Gandhiji… father of Indian nation and popularly known as Gandhiji
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Nothing In Our Arsenal
Justice delayed is justice denied
Often said in open but never tried
Every one uses it in its own gain
Only poor suffer and under go the pain
Only but civilized society is to be blamed
They don't come out in open and ideology shared
They conduct seminars and offer lectures
Ideas never float and thus block the future
Votes are sold in open and they don't venture out
Stay at home with family and only talk about
Every body wants to be millionaire overnight
Democracy has become lame and lacks will power to fight
Forget about legal systems in any country
It can't be left to the domain of anybody
People should have to take care
Properly address the system and nurture
Big industrial houses openly support
Involve in tug of war and take ship at the port
Lot many cartels of self interest are on board
The country as whole has to bear the load
The scenario has been completely changed
The criminals are on forefront and system efficiently managed
Everybody is made of clay and exposed to greed
Where can you provide effective machinery to lead?
No one may come out in open and participate
Everybody may dream of beautiful country and leave it to fate
No nightangle may come of its own and sing of patriotism
We need n such imaginary happiness but only humanism
I wish to be part of global happiness
Where it is not marred by color, cast creed or race
Where independent systems rule to the benefit of people and country
Then only there may appear real joy and place to enjoy beauty
Why people should die of hunger elsewhere?
Why at all countries should wage wars?
Why innocents should die in streets and suffer?
Have we nothing in our arsenal to offer?
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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
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For no concern
All unconscious Indians cast their votes for no concern
Politicians offer, color T.V. Sarees and some money in turn
Of course some wine bottles to enjoy and go with
Finally to crush the tongue in between teeth
Neither the souls bartered at once can raise voice
Nor can they be reminded with all heavenly promises
Rain may pour any time in five years and dreams may cherish
Nobody may survive to see the roses before they are finished
Democracy here is for scoundrels
They have mastered the art and excelled
Very fine refuge on the floor of house
Fine oratory under the disguise of acting mouse
“It is for gotten” for, by and of the people”
No resistance means absolutely any trouble
Counter offensive in case corruption brought to light
Whole machinery at work to defend wrong does and fights
Crores of rupees wasted on their luxury
All benefits for them passed in hurry
Not a murmur or vote of dissent
Not a single member on that day was absent
How much wastage on food front?
Poor die of starvation but can’t confront
Farmers can’t stage protest or else fired
Complete system sands exposed and tired
Everybody at high level is expert in constitution
Express full faith and allegiance in institution
Not people but we are supreme is only interpretation
We are defender and custodian is only repetition
You may be on run very shortly
So far you were treated courteously
Now you will have protest continuously
That may dig the grave ceremoniously
You will be honored posthumously
For your greed and errors committed seriously
We can show the doors with forced exit
If you don’t come to sense and insist
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In Democracy People Are Supreme
In democracy people are supreme
People elected their representatives
And sent to parliament to make laws
On behalf of them.
To make democracy a success
Endemic protest is necessary
To make the representatives in order
They should cautioned.
People are the soul of parliament
Parliament can change but not people
People are the root parliament is foot.
Come to the people O parliamentarian
O representatives of people
People are your master
You are there in different posts to
Serve the people and to do all welfare works.
Democratic institutions are for the people
Without people the state is a big zero
In democracy people are supreme
Do not handle the people in whim.
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A synonymous with corruption
The world has become synonymous with corruption
It goes on under our nose without any interruption
It is highlighted with big letters in head lines
It is big credit for all and do not fear for any fines
It is holy job for milking the cow
They have mastered the art and no one knows how?
They proclaim they not saints but only recognized cheaters
It matters less even if there is long list of haters
They have lions heart to sustain criticism
Well mannered reply with influence of mesmerism
Nobody can make out the hidden truth
They must be decorated with doctorate without any proof
No one is out of that dreaded shame
Everyone has lion’s share without any blame
The rules are suited to them for shoddy deal
They are true representatives and projected as real
You call them mafia, land grabbers or dishonest
They have excellence in all fields as best
There is no full proof system as dope test
All other hurdles prove nothing for the rest
The poor may suffer till the end of life
They may struggle and spent on edge of knife
No poverty may alleviate or bring down the sufferings
They merely have to feel contended with little offerings
Tons of food grains may lie in open
Millions more may be depleted in ocean
Stability in price may be maintained
The poor deaths may never be contained
Hundreds perish for the want of food and shelter
Billions of rupees spent but situation does not alter
The ice melts on the way before reaching to an end
We have progressed enormously with change in trend
My coffer must be full with full immunity
This is my domain and I enjoy it with ability
“What nonsense you talk of people and country?
I am the only person to think and act as sentry
What people can do to me so long as I remain powerful?
Country is facing lot many problems and tackled by handful
Who may notice what we do behind the curtain?
Who has guts to point out or to clip the wings and curtail?
We may rule and last so long there is something to share
It is recognized globally to lower the voice and act fare
The wealth may be used for rich and not the poor
We shut no possibility and always opened the door
* “we must bless those who have nothing to cough except wealth”
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How an Ordinary!
How an ordinary man can steer the course?
Of a mighty nation crumbled under its own weight of course
Relentless struggle with no support from people
Yet so much zeal and enthusiasm and capable
How difficult and dangerous is half won struggle?
How dangerous is it to interpret the law of jungles?
Where each individual animal is in search of easy pry
When find the field is open then why not to try?
Country can go to dogs if not nurtured
Not imparted rights and duties and ignorantly ventured
Who else can shed the blood for country’s in dependence?
And yet very much linked to each other for dependence
Anna Hazare showed the way to harness people’s energy
It was neither funded by any group or helped with money
It was self emancipation of like minded people with resolve
Stick on the roads if not tried earnestly for problems to solve
Only people are supreme in nation’s voice
People choose the representatives to work on promises
Rules and regulations are for smooth functioning
Not to subvert it for self interest and undermining
What does the constitution guarantee to its people?
Administration free from fear, strong and capable
Independent judiciary to uphold the basic rights
Where does the question arise leading to fights!
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
If things are not pursued positively
Rulers have to draw strength from the source
That can’t come away by manipulating force
Parliament or anybody can be called holy home
Members or representatives are always welcome
They are our sign of hopes and guardians
Why are we put to shame to call them as custodians?
Take for granted if population rises in revolt
Demands better facilities and control over faults
Things must be takes as possible eruption of volcano
They will be forced out and this they must know
If crowd remain silent with no provocation
It is nice, good and healthy indication
We have lost no love or turned enemy in relation
But today it is the answer we are searching in question
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Such arguments
How far we may go on buying such arguments?
Terrorists raise head and claim religious sentiments
We give free hand at the cost of poor soldiers
No one to shed tears for their life thereafter
Let their blood look no cheap
Let us pray for their soul to rest and weep
No one may be prepared lay down lives tomorrow
If it is made certain for life to throw
We repent nothing and news appear daily
The charm for life and dedication looks silly
How come young boys may come forward and show it really?
The nation owes much from us but who will now commit folly?
When motherland is not safe then why to talk of morality?
We know it is traded off for purchase of bad quality
Soldiers loose life for no fault of theirs but culprits at home
They are sitting in holy democratic temples but alas!
How can they say they are blameless and owe no explanation?
Poor people starve at home and these people go for artificial relation
At one side precious blood is shed and other side official functions
Diplomatic move of all kinds but no disappearance of tension
Robbers, murders and history sheeters adore holy place
Frame the rules to avoid prison and hot chase
Such rules have no place in modern history
These only causes tension, worries and misery
Parliament is not safe heaven even if they are sent as representatives
They are our custodians and meant for encouraging relatives
Once chosen is not permanent place to cheat the people
They are inviting wrath and unforeseen troubles
Strong judiciary must play a part
Let some big fishes go in jails as good start
Life ban for future participation as last resort
Nation awaits safe journey to reach at port
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An End To Struggle
I shall curse for all those
Who have taken an oath and deposed
For upholding the constitution
And save the people of nation
They have suffered in all the ages
Kept under yoke and in iron cage
Without voice to dissent and no participation
In any matter concerning the self determination
Foreigners have gone leaving behind
Vast population with new way to find
Determine own future and shape the destiny
Now were the golden days to feel happy
We forgot slavery and painful memory
Many leaders from new generation made us to feel sorry
So much hatred and lines drawn on cast lines
Main issues like hunger, education pushed on side lines
Politicians take money to fight election
Industrialist renders help for mines selection
Countries wealth as such is plundered
Looted in day light and ineffectiveness is rendered
Let us not see the individual with cast background
Make the judiciary powerful and sound
Let no politician get escaped and go Scot free
The country is coming up like full and big tree
Millions look towards bright future
We have sold out education with no cure
Degrees are sold; fake admission is made for sure
This is how we boost for country's progress and assure
Large amount is siphoned and taken out of country
This is not only fraud but a chain committed with treachery
'Who will the cat' is the question raised around
We got to do something and system must be found
Let us resolve to see the nation intact
Let us not disregard basic realities with fact
If we go on cheating with people
There won't be an end to struggle
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We The People
I dream about a holy land
Where only live the friends
No foes, no rivals or greedy people
But only people to be called simple and noble
I wish the country to grow like tree
Where people find food in abundance and feel free
A shade to heave a sigh of relief
And even in diversity a bond of strong belief
Free justice to all and opportunity to grow
Enough of care and rivers with water to flow
No fight over rights but duties to care
I wonder for such place but to find where!
I wish the poor to be taken care of
But others are not neglected either
A place to live in like sacred land
Where hymns are played with musical band
Let morning be aired with cuckoo's melody
Churches, temples and mosques with name of almighty
Where day can rise with bright sun shine
Whole day to pass with struggle but to feel it very fine
Enough to eat and enough to feed
Where millions may smile sans greed
No lust for extra land and bloodshed at all
One voice from all to face and to prevent the fall
I wish to lead a march of hungry and desolate
Millions more with one voice to relate
Their participation in praise of mother land
Allow us to raise empire on solid sand
I wish to be buried along noble dead
Whose ideals were understood and read
I wish them all to sing in praise with peace
Let my all countrymen enjoy and live at ease
Color, cast and creed may try to divide
But let all them to unite and confide
Against any onslaught of division
This may then remain only our mission
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Root Out Corruption
We heaved a little sigh
When Indian tri color rose high
It was free air for us to breathe
Entire world was happy and eager with
We won the independence with great struggle
Even though challenges stayed ahead with troubles
Our forefathers visualized India as great and tolerant giant
A truly democratic, peace loving and non defiant
We were like infant in new world
Committed to peace and no part in cold era
Joining world forums for stable and peaceful atmosphere
Where world can live in harmony and peace without fear
Soon we tested the money power
The power was passed in the hands of fewer
It has become game and now total shameless show
World is strangulated and forced to withdraw
Had those leaders been alive today?
They should have wept and thrown the power away
Was this the dream they wanted to realize?
Scoundrels and murders were meant to oblige
The corruption is at its peak
The politicians have captured it with stick
The money is poured in to realize the power
The constitution is subverted to benefit the fewer
National wealth is pushed outside country
The poor nation is at the mercy of almighty
Not millions but billions are siphoned
Illiterate and mafias have totally cloned
It is new breed and now coming on scene
The murderers and gang rapists are freely seen
Not a single work is done without favor
Whole political system needs one tremor
What do we do then to counter such move?
How can we unite and forcibly remove?
Whether to face the game of ballots or bullets?
How can we simply witness such corruption or forget?
Years have gone off after becoming republic
Adding more and more sufferings for poor public
No grains and no food for two square meals
How much loss is reported or revealed?
Food grain is rotting in open railway land
Few more places are allowed to become wetland
More damage means more benefit and gain
Does it not pinch our heart and cause the pain?
I shed tears for all those who have nothing
At least this could offer them meals for something
What do they want from us for honorable living?
We are still harping on democracy and deceiving?
Oh, God befall curse on us and lead to the end
Let the life be over with the foes but not friends
What our people are doing on their own brethren?
Why have they no pity or slight concern?
They have become thick skin persons
Enormous wealth has blinded them with selfish reasons
Even seasons do change after some interval
These culprit politicians wait only for cyclone’s arrival
Not a single field is left for corruption
It goes on unabated without any interruption
Some like minded persons should come forward for its disruption
Else this system will kill us all without any questions
Dictators are far better than these hungry wolves
They have to serve only one master but not for all to involve
Power corrupts all but absolute power corrupts absolutely
The powerful struggle must be waged and faced resolutely
Leave everything behind and form one solid group
Choose the people with integrity and stage a coup
Not coup for causing bloody street battles and cause a misery
But a solid signal of public uprising and conveyed to adversary
It is time to strike at its root
If we really want to enjoy the fruit
The system has failed and caused anxiety
The power has slipped into hands of mighty
It was one revolution that took place
We are determined with it to replace
We want no such system that can keep us hungry
Complete population is up in arms and angry
We shall bring down any such misrule
The politicians are having their hands full
They have no time for public concern
It is now their high time and turns
Not all may be corrupt and criminals
But their performance and inactions baffles
Why can’t they raise their concern in open?
Why do we wait for fruits to ripen?
The farmers are committing suicides
They have no place to cry and confide
High debts and government’s policy drive them to corner
The high handedness may be over sooner or later
Let the bad rulers know that their days are numbered
Their each move may be countered and outnumbered
If not hanging in public place then their place is behind bars
In day time public will show them shining stars
What are we called upon to combat such nuisance?
To express strong resolve in everybody’s presence
Not to yield to any pressure for coming to compromise
Until they take pledge and honestly work with promises
Our forefathers may be lamenting about brewing bubbles
How many people might have sacrificed their lives for independence struggle?
Who were they and what was going to benefit to their families?
No one has answer today about the independence and its utilities
If not death then at least public condemnation
Publicly announce their names with notifications
Let whole world know that these are the public enemies
They have snatched the hard earned money and bread from the families
The red fort can be ideal place for murders, hoarders and black marketers
It can pass the red signals for those who are considered big racketeers
Nothing can be spared for all those who involve in anti national activities
The nation has no dearth for such talents and can demonstrate abilities
Each one from families may have to come forward
With complete resolve to lay down life and not to look back ward
The time ahs come to strike and get rid of such corrupt regime
We will not relent until they are forced to surrender with “ism’
Rise o, country men and knock the corrupt people out
Make them realize that this is their fate and possible route
Nothing can now save them from public ire and wrath
They will be driven away in open and sometimes face the death
We have one of the best systems in world
Only we need to create a safe and new fold
Where rich and poor, businessmen and farmers
Can exist side by side in spring and summer
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Tide's Turn
I feel abandoned and rejected
As I restrained myself and never reacted
What would I have benefited out of it?
Nothing! As they would have declared me insane and unfit
In both the ways I was looser
They always said’ eggers are not choosers’
Either I had to cooperate in their evil design
Or silently withdraw and resign
It was great harm going to be done
All my great efforts and work was going to be in vane
They wanted to hoard the grain in draught
I had very laboriously collected it and brought
Many families were to be provided food grain
As there was scarcity and no rain
Large chunk of areas were severely facing shortage
It was very difficult to manage
I feel like to cry in open for colossal waste
The poor and hungry are without any rest
They get nothing to cool down their belly
The food is wasted but still not considered silly
There is no one to cry along with me in open
There is no way left to insist upon
All have been gifted with thick skin
No one cares if poor dies of bad feeling
God has gifted us with enough to eat
If we fail as human then we are totally unfit
What else can be termed as shame?
Whom else we can pass on the blame?
I can do nothing as simple countryman
The life has become cheap and mean
We want others to suffer at our greed
We have enough to last and are able to feed
Farmers are committing suicide
The gulf is increasing and becoming wide
I wish I end the life instead witness
How can I see the plight on my face?
I lament countrymen’s apathy
They show no courage and sympathy]
Why tyrant’s and hoarders can’t be shown the doors?
When country belongs to them and blessed for?
I must rise and resist
Take along many to insist
If country can be saved from further burning?
It will be worth taking chance for tide’s turning
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Learn Ramdas, learn!
Nature is the grand school,
Even sometimes demoted to lowerclass,
Nature is that school,
Where knowledge and wisdom alone qualifies one to higher class,
Wherein a mistake is sufficient to get sent back,
See some animals, may it be a dog or a cat,
May it be a plant or tree,
All move from lower level to higher,
Every pain is a lesson,
Every helplessness leads to prayer,
Even the king of forest left alone by others at the end,
but not by the ants and flies and parasites,
Make him suffer a lot,
Get disgusted of own life,
with the very last breath,
He wish something and it gets fulfilled!
Some animals learn quick,
Yet they wish for what they don't have,
Nature fulfils its wish,
Until self learns, all wishes that are narrow and selfish lead to pain,
This learning of 'desires are cause of pain'
Continues until one becomes free of desires!
I have seen somany people saying,
'Dogs life in wealthy man's house is far better the life of helpless poor man'
Such men may destined to come as dog in some wealthy man's house,
Only to learn,
dog is only dog,
not more than that,
If one has patience,
The study of life itself shows,
Animal to man, man to animal is possible,
Till one gets free of desires,
Selfless and think beyond desires and pain.
This is not a doctrine,
It is my observations of animals and plants around me!
I never ask anyone to believe this,
When entire living world is one family,
Everything is possible,
learn Ramdas,
Learn,
Incarnation of unfulfilled desires is reincarnation of soul!
Just take as a food for thought,
Better not waste time on discussion,
Find the way out to become free of desires
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Not On Record
'Nothing will go on record' speaker ruled
People watch on screen lives but are not fooled
They know it is sheer wastage of their money
It is unruly scene and created in temple of democracy
It is parliament that shapes county's future
All laws are passed after making it sure
That they form no bias and for the people
As country has gained freedom after great struggle
People's representatives act foolish and trade the charges
Break the furniture, snatch the mike and crowd in large
What a way to witness an unruly scene on large scale!
As if citizens are like fishes and to be swallowed by whale
Speaker finds it hard to control the disciplined representatives
More of them are from families known and relatives
Country has gained information that they have large assets outside
People die in remote parts and suffer poverty at country side
It is observed from the emerging facts that country is ruled by dynasty
Where members openly reflect their loyalty sans honesty
Parliament is reduced to lower level and country is put to shame
We need to share the sentiments as we are also equally to be blamed
We exercise franchise in selection and hand over the country
We all know what they do after reaching there to corner the money
We can do nothing as judiciary take circuitry path
Terrorists openly defy the law of land and enjoy blood bath
We can helplessly watch soldier's plight
No proper weapons are provided to fight
Look at the plight of farmer's who toil hard in sun
They suicide in despair and their fate is on run
I would love to mourn and bury the democracy
Prefer sometimes one hand rule and autocracy
But all wolves are same in white cloth
They disguise as our savior but as both
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Gone were the days
Gone were the days of high standard
National sentiments only to look forward
Not a word to be said in dishonor
It was love for motherland and called for
Now no more nations but only ration
Cast, creed and religion only equation
More crowds and more weight
Individual is taken to new height
No qualification but only criteria
The hatred and intolerance prevail like bacteria
Land grabbers, mafias and dishonest rule
Public suffer and voice to ruffle
This present day of context
Hereditary rule is only best
Thousands of new rulers in form of misters
They prove to be known as dishonest and sinister
At the time of taking oath or as beginner
They were just an ordinary man or commoner
The fortune start swinging in no time or sooner
It serves as lucrative business for the opener
Money start changing hand
Known enemies or adversaries become friends
All find prosperous future at the end
Gather as much as you can with new trend
Deny the hand and offer argument
Avoid public appearance and offer no comment
Law will take its own course and punish the guilty
The skillful show with mastery, oratory and ability
The rulers are know criminals now
The public still loves them and no one knows how?
What is going to be fate for coming generation?
No one comes forward with startling revelations?
I may not weep along with others
I shall blame the self and bother
What can be fault on my part?
I have known politics as an art
Only faces change but not the scene
Same people come with new theme and seen
Indulging in same practice with lot more indemnity
It goes on with same intensity and continuity
I will have to accept it as incurable disease
Number of restrictions may not let or ease
The fortune is taken away from the land
And deposited secretly in foreign land
Who will raise the banner of revolt?
It may receive only set back or jolt?
You may be wiped out from the face of earth
You will be eliminated or face the death
Democracy was never a question
It was to b served as powerful institution
Nothing can be compared as best solution
Power is rested in hands of people with resolution
If you can not match with bullet
Use at least conscience and ballet
Do not allow grabbers and looters?
A free will to send shooters
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Epidemics and Tsunamis
I don’t mind if some one calls me nationalist arrogant
When I find my nation has become sand witch between giants
She ahs been labeled as puppet regime and powerless
With what feelings of arrogance I should show on face?
I feel irritation and tease at hart when I am condemned
As individual nationalist of shamed country and damned
I love to be called proudly by nation first and then nationality
A nation to be remembered and proudly with capability
I would wish same for all the nations of the world
Not known by what powerful alliance they hold
Not humiliated by link to pay for as heavy price
Only strong nationalism must be the right choice
Let another millions die if they want division of motherland
Let good sense not prevail for protection of holy land
Yet it may not dilute my spirit towards nation
As it is identity and bound by sacred relation
How can one think of tying cord around people’s neck?
In our own country where poor die for food stake
We can afford food stuff to rot on road side
Still it can’t reach to hungry mouth country wide
We have enemies within and need go after terrorists
If not today they will be killed surely in forests
Who will kill these big sharks that attack freely?
Drive a wedge and kill one by one truly
Can any one put ceiling on their greed?
Still millions can be easily afforded to feed
I may find happy faces in the remote places
How can we make them feel better on the faces?
My house is still not in order
It gives bad smell and odor
My garden has different roses and flowers
Rain God is also blessing us with enough showers
Despite all, it makes me feel proud
I can speak in favor and very loud
House can be cleaned of external enemies
But how to tackle internal epidemics and Tsunamis
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Convenient democracy
We vote for convenient democracy
Prefer to live in condition with low frequency
No rule to prevail and no more rights to avail
Anarchy rule to stay and any good governance must fail
Is it really untrue democratic republic?
Where mob burn property meant for public?
Where thousand die for adulterated drink?
Over loaded boats swim but at midway sink
Scammers rule, flout rules and amass wealth
Masses suffer with malnutrition and endanger health
Onion, vegetables and medicines disappear
Loaded with all duties again reappear
I shall still praise the best managers
Who sit on top and add more scavengers
Let public suffer, loot property in anger
Let food grain rot but millions die in hunger
Markets and commodities stand manipulated
Impact not understood and totally diluted
Common men suffer for the want of daily bread
His concern is unheard and no attempt is made to read
Buffer stock is raised only to rot
Essential things are lost even without bring brought
Prizes soar as scarcity is created artificially
No one regrets it heartily or miss it really
We solemnly swear to be true democratic
Commit ever more to be unrealistic and erratic
No love for rule of land and freedom for laundering
The concept is loudly appreciated and everyone is wondering
The casters vote is for open sale
It is sordid affair and different tale
We send only cheaters and corrupt
Only to look at our apathy and act inept
The true representatives may pound on our flash
Some new schemes for grab and to be offered fresh
Ready made explanations to convince public with oratory
Rest all function only as rituals and simply to look obligatory
National flag may fly and go high up in sky
Lot many questions may remain unanswered, why?
Lot many promises may be made just to fool for another year
We are used to forget such promises as if not heard by ears
We have made no earnest attempt for it to understand
The true democracy is only option for us as new brand
The authoritarian rule has been witnessed by all
To invite it here will prove to be a fatal call
Let them not prove we are mother of all ills
We have sent them in parliament for all wanton kills
They are representatives and acting as per our aspirations
There life is like open book devoid of any revelations
Nation may suffer as well as we as people
Who will decide about the act to be simple or culpable?
Will this go on unabated or halted somewhere?
If allowed unchecked then we have place to go no where
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Appeal and Honest Promises
It can't be imported from outside
It is serious matter for us to decide
It is matter of honor and pride
How long we may shy off and hide?
Why some one should approach you?
Why do they need to lecture you to be true?
Have we no responsibility to think of nation?
When three quarter of the population remains on government ration?
Why must it rot in open go down?
Why some of grains fall in private hands to own?
What matters most when farmers commit suicide?
We have not woken up yet ignore how to discuss and confide?
You may amass millions out of our hunger
Yet we may express no anger
Because we live under democratic system
Our hands fall short to catch them
So far you were raising slogans against foreign rule
Now you have your own system and people
No threat from inside or from any quarter
Yet you nothing to think and more to barter
Who corrupts system for own benefit and later on prevail?
Who comes clean out of it and avail?
The spoil is shared by all our learned brethrens
Yet we keep quiet and don't bother or express concern
'People may accept or reject' when we go for election
They may know well about our intention and action
Politicians may shout from the roof top
Who else than us can dare and try to stop?
So we, the people of sovereign state, must decide and declare
Will never allow any one who is likely to subverts our interest and dare
Let democracy thrive under the watchful eyes of people
It is not right approach to underestimate the struggle
We may have set rules and guiding principles
We may have protection under constitution rules
Yet intentional injury to sentiment is punishable by natural justice
Where no hollow words but rules the appeal and honest promises
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Angels
Angels..
do you believe in angels?
do angels believe in you?
which question, the more sensible?
suppose angels
to know greatly more than us..
suppose, that’s why they’re there…
suppose, they know space is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a holy message, wearing whiteness, light,
which would announce them
truthful, good of all good, and beautiful..
suppose, they know time is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a message that’s eternal, phrased
in terms of human life, direct, immediate;
suppose them, to be untroubled
by human frailty: knowing all
they need to know; messengers
of love beyond all love;
rejoicing in the heavenly joy
of living under perfect law..
suppose… suppose…
that all this living metaphor,
so recognisable to human mind,
lives in each human heart..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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