I Am Disgrace
O lord and creator, thanks for beautiful world
Made it worth living with seasons hot and cold
Endless sky with wonder and thunder
Small hut like place to spend life it’s under
Beautiful creation and people noble,
Offer the worship with body fit and able
Never to suffer as they witness your presence
Each and every particle represents essence
Icy winds and rain drops lessen the heat wave
Relief to sufferings with energy to save
Resolute action with no let up in efforts
Blessed with grace ………………….
Sky so beautiful with colourful rainbow
Noble ideas and faith inspire me to bow
I see the nature with plentiful resource to offer
Pray to thy for brethren not to suffer
Expect daily bright day with golden sunshine
Prevent possible fall and goal not to undermine
Rush for rescue and aid to help the poor
Message to spread from door to door
With all His blessings still I fear,
Agony in life and unhappiness bear,
So many tales of torture and horror hear
Grateful to HIM as life is not out of gear
Whole body burns with continuous rage
Find no words how to write on page
I feel helpless as if confined to cage
Strong urge from within to seek reprisal, and revenge
Why good teachings from holy books not appeal?
Hate, intolerance, disregards, all ideas repeal
Is it true that truth my prayer isn’t sincere?
Inherent weakness and non faith appear
You may not pardon me for sinful act,
Outwardly noble but cowardly react,
How long I would deny reality or fact?
To cheat one’s own conscience with skilful tact
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Prayer
Pardon me for being sinner,
Conscious awake from inner,
Not miss you with lunch or dinner,
Never consider looser or winner,
Sailing a boat with fear to capsize,
Express faith and energy organize,
Not a worry for life and death,
Always with your sacred name and oath,
Lead me to success and glory,
Bow head down with no worry,
No more sin to feel guilty and sorry,
Father like you and mother like Mary,
Want to lead life and live very simple,
Waste not life and time very ample,
Message of peace and love to people,
Woke up to an idea late in life,
Still not lost and now it is rife,
So to say O, Lord, be on my side,
Afford me a chance with area so wide,
Whole my life work and ideals,
Have your bless and look always real,
If I succeed to make wound heal,
Offer to hungry hard earned meal,
Give me courage to serve the poor,
Open passage with no lock on door,
If I can solve woes they narrate,
Offer of be longings, property to donate,
Landed I cloth less with beautiful smile,
Happiness all over for brief and while,
So nothing on hand when ready depart,
Strong attachment with no feeling apart,
I wish to be humble with life so noble,
Pray with both hands to work and able,
Grace with occasion and feel capable,
Path not easy as to walk on marble,
I want no heaven but service to land,
Help to needy with bare tow hands,
No pomp and show with playing of band,
Forehead to be rubbed with holy sand,
Sea may wash shore with her waves,
Lion may roar with fear in caves,
I may surrender with holy words,
Prayer at heart with praise for lords
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An honest always suffer
Why do honest people always suffer?
What is reason behind it that they differ?
Why can’t they accept good wishes and offers?
Are they really on right path and true thinkers?
It is an age old tradition that comes on surface
Lots of criticism and comments we have to face
People choose material gain and involve in mad race
They get frustration and disillusion in any case
They will find appropriate place and honor
The present set back can be considered as minor
It may take some times to get established
All their efforts may stand good and not finished
The world may realize its utility
There is scope for its continuity
No use pursuing in its futility
It may be sub standard in quality
All the sufferings and insult is there for honest
It doesn’t pay him desired result even if it best
It may be crucial time or can be considered as test
He will not keep quite and pursue it without rest
His work may not be realized or fall on deaf ears
It may need hard efforts for many more years
It may develop fatigue and body may wear out
He still may opt and go in for it through out
They have nothing to loose at the end
He may not distinguish between foes and friends
He is always there for right cause with reasons
He has same feeling with energy in all the seasons
Let there be unhealthy competition or unreasonable demand
The right people will pursue it till the end
It can’t make any impact on their activities
They may still live with elegance and niceties
You need few people to fall in line with
There lie bare facts with the truth
Anybody can choose for or against
It is really worth to go in and invest
You may suffer initially but ultimately gain
It may prove successful and not go in vain
The tiring efforts are bound to succeed
It may remain within limit and not exceed
The flowers in garden may boom in spring
The birds may build the nest and rest the wings
It is nice place to seek refuge and rest
You may then have beautiful ideas to put on test
The environment and nature also comes to the rescue
We must pay enough attention which is in fact over due
When they are generous all the way in nature
Why can’t we be same for our bright future?
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God, bless only those
I pray the God to shower bless
Who commit more sins and not less
Who are most wanted and dreaded
professional killer and guilty but not pleaded
God only bless those…….
I am feeble and also very weak,
Future not bright and look very bleak
I pledge and vow not to kill
Anger run high but not to force the ill
God only bless those
They enjoy the life with more indemnity,
Law protect them and offer sanctity,
Crime and fraud always they commit,
Purchase the power but word never admit,
God bless only those…….
Long live mafias who plunder and make loot,
Kill innocents and kick them with heavy boots,
People get scared with slight noise of their foot,
Murder is game for them as openly they shoot,
God bless only those…….
Generous as they are called with easy loot money,
Act noble in public and try to be funny,
They rack up Issues which are most thorny,
Adding woes and torture much to their agony,
God bless only those……
If they are soon to depart form the face of earth
There will be famine and crime’s dearth,
They may be living devils but are of real worth,
God, allow to mushroom them and often more birth,
God bless only those…….
I pray and want that they have more longitivity
Offering best Protection to such thriving community
Day will definitely come when they will forbid divinity,
we may Invite them frequently to be in near vicinity,
God bless only those…….
Let this holy place be used as den,
Earth should be heavy but not fully laden,
Nobles and good people should perish all of sudden,
If they stay for long then it will be burden,
God bless only those……
Why at all you need worshipers?
You need only those people who fill in their coffers
they will be unhappy even with gold’s offer
so why don’t you rescue them if they suffer,
God bless only those…..
I may have option not to have any faith,
Never blame fate but prefer descent death,
They will have pleasure of getting good passage,
Consider it bless and also very good message,
God bless only those…..
I need not complain to you or shed the tears
Just stick to strict faith without any fears
It may so happen that I may have pain to bear
It is your way but would love only your names to hear
God bless only those…..
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Simple grace
I felt as if she is near by and around
Still not seen and could not be found
Touches me gently when I go round
Sweet presence felt when feet placed firmly on ground
Icy winds pierce through in wool
Nice feelings and mind stays very cool
Reminds of her sweet company and presence
As love to me is matter of pride and essence
Nothing detracts me when I sit and think
Eyes stare for moment but not offer a wink
Gradually it shuts down and starts to sink
When come back to sense and freshly rethink
She has made great impact on my mind
Thousands of attempt made but couldn't find
She is not beautiful figure but simple entity
Can be felt but not seen even if she is in near vicinity?
Such is her noble gesture and grace
Sincere try but no where to trace
I am for her but not in the race
But fresh blood rush and visibly seen on face
Is she prevalent in small particles of air?
In distinguished fire, dim light, bright ray or flair
I feel warmth in her fingers when moving in curly hair
Inner soul sometimes cautions me it is not only fair but rare
Why her presence around creates puzzles?
I feel very good in rain when it drizzles
Everywhere she can be felt with little ease
Memory strikes continuously and not even cease
I must acknowledge it with full sincerity
May be it is eternal love with simple continuity?
You may not find her with me in full day light
She is always there with elegance and delight
She may continue to live as long as I am present
It is not necessary to have and seek her consent
I may try my level best to adore and glorify
Change the approach and with ways to modify
She may prefer to stay calm with posture
May make life happy in the future
Always to rescue with feelings to nurture
Nothing to avail but always to offer
Thousands of words in her praise may be less
She is always there to pacify and remove stress
It is here eternal beauty which keeps me at ease
She has all charms for me to attract and release
Women are generally kind and very tolerant
They remain very pleasant with quality inherent
It is their powerful weapon and very essential
To prove its worth with element so substantial
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Forgive me Oh, almighty
My heart is filled with grief and pain
Tears rush in eyes for something to explain
The voice is choked as eyes refuse to believe
I just stay in silence for pain to relieve
I feel part of some heavenly body
This place has not been put by anybody
It is heavenly and appeals all to become noble
Serve the poor, pray the almighty and never crumble
Here is place where life was sacrificed
For sacred principles and upholding values as promised
Holiest of holy land from where prophet preached
Spread the message with utmost faith and searched
With first sight it generates divine feeling
Person may offer everything as willing
From a distance I have developed an emotional link
Something runs in veins when I pray and think
It is my first routine in the morning
Pray with joint hands and ask for condoning
For all mistakes and evil work done in day time
With open heart and clear mind to forgive as no crime
I am unable to hold more when face is covered with tears
It speaks of something which is difficult to bear
How could people be that disrespectful to the holy soul?
When disciples voluntarily gave up life for noble call
I could realize now why are we called mean animals?
Why we end up in tragedies with quick dismissals?
Why we face all consequences of bad nature
Yet don’t forget to inflict injury for others
I only know about the great sacrifice
The holy stand taken and laying down of life for promises
It makes me to cry and wish in all my humbleness
Oh God, grant me such strength and shine on face
It gives me enough of feeling from inner space to do worthwhile
To extend sincere wishes to all Muslim brethrens to think for while
The ideals and principles for which the traditional values are held
Be united in resolve and strength else the fate is going to be sealed
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Any Faith
Belief it comes in every kind; faith that grips the heart and mind,
But faith’s deeper than belief, like a branch that holds each leaf,
When you’re planted in the Tree, within the Branch of all Eternity,
All leaves never wither or fall, being nourished by the Lord of all.
There’s men with faith, although, are not rooted enough to grow,
Head belief but no spiritual root, within this life, produce no fruit.
And a faith with only head belief, produces withered, falling leaf.
Rooted only in spiritual sand, upon The Rock they cannot stand.
There are beliefs in many a place, having faith less God’s Grace,
In many beliefs, it’s understood, that mankind is basically good,
Men building a faith down here, without that need for Godly fear,
Ignoring Truth wanting His love, thinking all get to Heaven above.
Some with a faith about the earth, see no need for spiritual birth,
Never looking up to The Creator, with no thought about a Savior,
Being stewards of God’s creation, with no need of His salvation.
As saving earth is the urgent need, the only truth men must heed.
Any faith, as noble as it may be, cannot save a soul for Eternity,
If that faith has ignored, the blood atonement of Christ our Lord,
If it fails to embrace this Truth, ahead will only be strong reproof,
As faith in Christ is the only belief, that gives a soul eternal relief.
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Nature and Woman
Nature and woman
Both are weakness for man
One sheds tear
Another is made to bear
One is ready to offer
Another is ready to suffer
Both identical but different in approach
Noble thoughts for sacrifice as such
Nature is kind
So is the woman very much blind
Gives everything for slight pretext
Without thinking what will be next
Nature has everything in abundance
Women have character by chance
Both stand for giving away the pride
Come closer when wish to confide
Women are worth to be adored
So is the nature to be explored
One may dedicate for whole life
Another may bless for future life
So do we need to be grateful?
Think of wisely and remain faithful
Do nothing contrary to cause harm
When they both are ready to welcome
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When you are borne and gone
You come with naked body
As natural as flower
With pink rose face and fists closed
You cried in full and all laughed at you
What did they expect you to become?
Professor, doctor.philosopher, or guide
No one knew what was in store for you
But all hopes hinged on you
What did you do in life?
Amassed enough wealth
Robbed and killed many innocents
Just for self and family members
For bright future and generations to come
Nothing stayed with you as days approached
Bade a farewell amidst curse, blessings or prayers
What did you gain?
Thousands of applause
Millions of hands rose for blessings
For lovely memory as saint, politician or donor
Good acamadecian, social worker or reformer
Golden words from noble man and preacher
Gentleman, son of the soil or martyr
Name worth millions of rupees
Precious than diamond and holy books
Was that worth or enough?
Leave it for future generations to judge?
Single faith and never to budge
Struck to words and principled life
Life like king size as honoured man
Did what ever you could or did
Simple goal, .simple mission with worth living
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Love thee neighbor
Love thee neighbor
Who is very poor?
Do not show the door
Keep little affection in store
Put the confidence in all
It is not said by me but it is by holy call
Keep heart clean and prevent the fall
Lord may help you in scaling the wall
Trust is the precious jewel
You may do always well
God may guide you to rush for helpless
He is there to help but seek your kind face
What good is served if we mistrust woman folk?
With whom we go freely, confide and talk
If whole world is not trusted to go along
Then certainly there is something wrong
If we mean to say that God did mistake
There was no enough thought for intake
Whole world was brought up for no purpose
Then it goes in flame for the want of only suppose
When you say you have trust in God
Let there be faith in his word
His creations, nature and environment
Let us not commit sin by adverse comment
He hears and feels you in every moment
Your prayers and need for blessings are definitely sent
He will not reject it merely on wrong ground
You should be in right place and correctly found
There flows the river with all the sins
Everyone picks up water and as if with great win
Wise and devotee may think twice before action
As it is apparent very painful from the reaction
Let us behave responsibly without any disregard
Every word written or spoken by Him must be taken forward
Let us remain brethren and contribute toward peace
Lord wants us to leave with harmony and at very ease
No one is licensed to kill
No one has right to impose will
It is your inner strength that may guide you
You must prove yourself honest and very true
We are not here to show even little discourtesy
As Lord is always kind and keen to show mercy
We must live happily and need not worry
Any disrespect may cause us to feel sorry
Can we justify why did he suffer cruelty?
Was he not that powerful as almighty?
What did he say at the end of torture?
Lord forgive them for they are blind for future
I may not be true disciple
I may not be even good pupil
But I am true believer and ardent supporter
My stature may go up and not fall shorter
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Oh, My God
Oh God, when will I be dead?
When will I sleep on rose bed?
You are the only master and creator
I beg to pray you only and no other
You have made beautiful world to live in
So many objects wonderfully exist on earth green
I would love to be part of existing world
Very nice system and to feel pulse in divine fold
Why all of sudden blessing shower?
Why is that happiness descending on fewer?
Who can guide us the correct path to move on?
Only plight will be awaiting if we aimlessly run
Why to look at beautiful things and lament?
Curse from within and to offer useless comments
God doesn’t differentiate between bad or good
He may rush to you in time if you have honestly stood
Most of the good thing may perish
There life will be like small fish
But spend as much time in happiness as possible
God may take you to the new height so as to prove capable
Think not about tomorrow and die today
That is not the correct or right way
He may be taking care of every insect
Only person should come up with honest and noble act
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Ya, Allah
Ya, Allah, Almighty, supreme ruler of the world
Shower me with bless and take me to your fold
What do I know about your mighty and holy land?
I am here in palace or huts built on sand
I don’t know whether it is ill gotten or by great efforts
But surely it is with me as safely reached to ports
I am unaware what to do with this much wealth
Oh almighty keep your grace on me with only health
I look towards sky with raised hands
Only rahem (pity) be shown toward an end
I need no empire, no money but simple grace
Reflection of your act brightening my face
I try to save self but may not be possible sometimes
Yet I loose no hopes and offer prayer all the times
I have great faith in the fellow human beings
So many of them poor, rich and some are kings
Why do I need them all in my life?
When life is full of pain and strife
I need your grace on all ignorant lives
Whether they believe in you or don’t believe
I see smile in star’s twinkle
Life is like bubble when they smile little
What light and message I read in your world?
Peace is rare and relations are turn so much cold
Shower us O almighty with love and only peace
So we can pray a little with life at ease
We need to live more on this beautiful earth
Life has become cheap and no charge for asking death
We are ignorant and know nothing
You may have for us surely something
We have impure body with senseless soul
No penalty can remedy it even if we crawl
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Come home
Come home, come home,
I always love and welcome,
Staunch and firm believer,
Ardent lover and follower,
I preached kind of love message,
Admission to all and free passage,
Leave behind all bad rituals,
Stay calm, religious and casual,
Never I uttered a word hate,
Clergy and priests get it late,
If something goes wrong then term it fate,
All words and messages clearly state,
I invite you with full embrace,
Worry behind and visit with grace,
Happy and beautiful smiling face,
Ready to follow and mind brace,
Leading simple life is not difficult,
Violence and arson is another cult,
Imposition of will is sinful crime,
I am all there with concern prime,
You may face hard time ahead,
Very crucial life but unable to lead,
Trust and belief some time desert,
Ill ideas and bad work always assert,
Leave not your idea and prime goal,
Diamond comes from very hard coal,
Surrender to THY and ideas float,
God may come to pick you in boat,
Liars survive and honest suffer,
Greedy eyes with lavish offer,
Still it goes but not seek after
Way to live and ideas differ,
Come to me for guidance and solace,
Prefer hut but not big palace,
Peace and calm will always prevail,
My place is here and blessings you avail
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Everything Speaks
Does the flower know they have to fade?
Blossom and fragrance is not matter of trade
Does the earth know she will be hurt by spade?
To smooth the soil with powerful fertility and grade
Dews to disappear with arrival of first sun ray
Do they not have choice and simple say?
Beauty lies not to think what it may?
What one delivers with obedience and pray
Selfless service and devotion is not how to acknowledge
Neither one owes nor takes it as pledge
Comes as noble thought to die and excel
Fragrance to smell and magic to spell
We may walk casually with blind eyes
Not even notice sound of flies
May come to sense if honey bee bites
May fall into ditch if …………..
God created beautiful world to live in
Nice thoughts and behavior to weave in
To be loved and offer love to all
Start a day with good smile and fresh call
I may suffer and loose the reputation
Will not get appreciation while on deputation
Life on earth is merely HIS extension
Why then live worries and tension?
Everything around speak and reveal sacrifice
Only action and words may not suffice
What have we to do to uphold the tradition?
Offer the love and not hate as condition
Nature is so kind and we feel proud
Action speaks with sound so loud
Can’t we learn or observe simple message
Life is to lead with smooth love and passage
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A peace offer
Nobody can offer you peace in mind
It is self contentment and nowhere can you find
It will come to you automatically
If you behave normally and very kindly
Peace can’t be had if we live under constant fear
Life can prove very cruel but everything you must bear
It may sometimes tear you apart and completely break down
You must take it lightly and never show any displeasure or frown
In this process nature is definitely with us all the way
You have to look around and little attention you must pay
Nature does not deviate from its course and behave normally
How can we act differently and behave abnormally?
Whenever you find that you are seized with lot of problems?
You must go to nature’s refuge and play the games
This may divert your attention and make you little comfortable
The problems can’t be solved by sitting merely on table
Keep mind fresh with brisk morning walk
Inhale fresh air and try to avoid any talk
It may generate fresh air to the tiny cells
Blood may rush in plenty in all vanes
Body too may feel relaxed and full of energy
It may then be converted like machinery
Body may work with full speed and cope
You may have no tension at all even when walk on rope
Cool breeze supplements to fresh air,
Give comforts and raises hair
Body relaxed to great extent and offers sound sleep,
Novel ideas pour in and you have insight to peep,
Can we not consider it as gift from nature?
Fresh impetus to mind with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and thinking of bright of future,
Fresh opening of page of life with beautiful signature,
You should never loose heart or courage
It is nature’s gift or simple message,
New avenues are to open and generation new passage,
Bad memories to evaporate and feelings to assuage,
World doesn’t end with bad day,
Spring is almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future course,
Who knows ship may come at bay of course,
After all failures there is bunch of hopes
Achievements of great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking may be made easy on tight ropes,
Nature is providing key to secret codes,
Learn to live with all while moving eyes around,
New things to be observed always found
Fresh wind may blow and raising beautiful sound,
Fragrance may sweep over parallel to the ground
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Care for everyone
How sad to feel when some one is in pain?
How is that you are thirsty even in rain?
Can you think of remorse when find good efforts in drain?
Did you ever experience the shock when some one lay as stained?
This is sad state of mind one noble person feels
He is on constant move and uses no wheels
Yet he has everything to feel happy
The peace and enjoyment is given by him to many
Where is the time left for him to worry?
At no stage he may have to feel sorry
As things may move on with his constant move
It is always open and there is nothing to prove
It is irony of fact that person suffers at the end
He has no close circle to claim even as friend
He is for everyone but no one is for him
He has no one along with him to swim
Life is not dear yet precious
His efforts are ceaseless and continuous
He is lone traveler with a noble mission
Nothing to worry but to go ahead without confusion
That is how you evaluate the scene
Happiness is always seen
You have no time to think of your own
Pain is stored inside and is well-known
You are not alone but suffer from loneliness
No one may notice it on your face
But it is for certain that you have chosen the sufferings
You have all the ideals and wants to live as good human being
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Where I'm In FAITH!
Within a place that creates completeness in oneself,
a place that needs no obstacles,
a place that needs positive reaction,
negative resolution, and stressful elimination:
powers within oneself to have faith
in the faith G-d has for me.
Seeking a miracle is a waste of my time
for the miracles that come to my life
are truly the miracles of creation,
creation of a strong black woman
who can make all things happen,
who can provide for her family,
who can live without the idea of dying
due to destruction seen before her.
I am a miracle in itself as are you,
our faith in ourselves will benefit us
more than the faith we have in what can be done by prayer;
having faith in what we can do to make our prayers reality,
many of our questions have answers,
having faith, and the courage to know the answers are a given,
we are from the breath of the almighty,
we are the world, we are what he has faith in.
Looking for an easy fix is the thought of an addict,
for I am not an addict for life, I am a solution for living.
Look within my eyes and see the miracle of creation,
copyrighted by God himself,
the creation of perfection in his eyes;
Life was given to us as a gift, as a lesson,
a learning experience
with that gift
we were given the ability to survive,
some survive some just live;
I am a survivor, a creation that makes me full,
full of complete joy for I am a gift to this world,
to myself, to nature, as the world,
and nature is a gift to me;
I am a child of God
with that I know my prayers have answers,
before I ask he gives,
he gives me the ability to be the strength
that you seek,
the power that you need,
the fullness of the empty glass,
the waters that flow, the air that blows,
the rain that pours, the heat that warms
I am a miracle, as are you,
see within your reflection
as your creator seen when he gave you life,
be strong, don’t blame, don’t worry,
do all that you can to make your life the best you can
for the faith that he has in you
can never be measured by numbers
the faith he has is you is much greater
than the faith you have in him,
for he is the almighty,
you are simply the creation!
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Upon The Altar Of My Lord
I offer my words up freely,
upon the altar of my God.
I come to this sacred place freely,
of my own free will to serve to pray.
This ancient sacred place this land,
this holy sacred God given ground;
is where in my humble veneration,
in worship I lay my offering down.
I have nothing more; to humbly offer pray.
I have while materially poor nothing more,
than time of value worth to humbly offer pray;
this is all I have I here in true worship bore,
I offer before my most high my sacred Lord.
Near on thirty years ago, I made this sacred vow,
with my soul heart head, bowed in breath low;
though my flesh remains, be still struggle weak,
this vow before God in worship I honour keep.
I thank my wondrous Lord, who let me humbly come here pray.
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Omni presence
He is
Can we deny his presence and claim He is not everywhere?
Will it be proper for us to confine him in such a way as fare?
How long will it take for us to understand about his presence?
It will have to be long drawn conclusions as an essence
We find him in every small particles of thing
We can't term it merely as coincidence or something
Why trees shake their branches and welcome the change?
Only some of human beings don’t recognize and it's very strange
Does the Sun have any need to rise as per schedule?
Are there any set norms or fitted in module?
We have no answers and still go on disputing the theory
It is unfortunate and we can only regret later on or feel sorry
Sun hangs in balance and so the galaxy as whole
Moon, stars and Milky Way are all there to play a role
We need to reason it out and consider it as reality
There is no use to deny its existence and loose our morality
Do we have to pay anything for water and free air?
Has anybody thought over who controls it and from where?
We all know it from heart that it is omni presence that only guides
We simply deny it and stick to the rigid stand and hide
He is with us in despair, happiness love and hate
We fail to understand and accept it very late
We may be following him with different faith and angle
He is there to see and take us away from possible struggle
It may look strange but fact can't be denied
We need not be reactive and try to walk on fast tract
This will hurt Him too much and lead us to discomfort
We must also prepare our selves when time comes to report
'Come to my fold and give me all your worries'
Golden words read from all the holy books and carries
The rituals, principles belief and compassion for others
How you please thyself is the only theme and it matters?
Take resolve to heart that nothing will be done to alienate
Not to hurt anybody's feelings and subjugate or subordinate
It is noble life that we have to follow and coordinate
Different faith but prayers same and his greatness to narrate
It is better late than never to accept the holy message
Why do we create hatred instead of love and block the passage?
Do we think that it will please almighty as good gesture?
Will it not be impeding our path and lead us to dark future?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ignorance Is Beautiful
She taught me two things,
‘Ignorance and Beautiful.'
One day, she told me,
'Let me tell you,
The meaning of Beautiful.
God is beautiful,
Nature is beautiful,
Life is beautiful,
Love is beautiful,
Care is beautiful,
Share is beautiful,
Understanding is beautiful,
Trust is beautiful,
Faith is beautiful,
Passion is beautiful,
Compassion is beautiful,
Air is beautiful,
Water is beautiful,
Earth is beautiful,
Fire is beautiful,
Energy is beautiful,
Here is beautiful,
There is beautiful,
Everywhere is beautiful,
Everyone is beautiful,
Everything is beautiful.'
I had to intervene,
'Looks the universe is beautiful,
But what is most beautiful? '
The reply comes full and straight,
'Ignorance is awesomely beautiful.'
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Only Closeness
It rains to everybody’s gain
That is creator's worry main
What else can we strive and aim?
Only closeness and frankness to Him?
We all pray for his grace
Then only smile may come on face
You may be prepared to win the race
As in each and every particle you may find the trace
We may be priceless creature
Should have been created for bright future
To carry on noble work unfinished
Where we can be sent to finish
Many may be living with blind faith
Unknown fear may be gripping them for death
Such fear can be allayed
Full message with love can be conveyed
What is not given to us as necessary?
We only feel discontented and weary
If we go for unlimited joy and happiness
It can be brought without strain on face
Who can say there is no life around?
Earth is lively with so many lives under ground
Many may have only few hours to live
Yet they look towards sky and believe
We may be over on second’s time
The life has to be realized mean time
It will be taken care off if left unfinished
Someone else may take over and get it finished
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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