I am Muslim
I noticed surprise element
But was forced not to comment
Why is it so necessary to assert?
Claim with loud voice and resent
I read on head gear" I am Muslim"
First it gave me simple impression of logo on him
Then it struck me with something else
Were we loosing our identity or felt it as false?
May be true that I have not come cross many such logos
If that is allowed then there may follow disorder and chaos
Everyone may be compelled to put good show
Assert for self as if they may know no more and grow
Many in my country also claim to be proud Indians
But so many times it is confused with Hindus*
But no one moves with any band over head
I hope it remains simply as symbol to be read
Time has yet not come for us to identify
Demonstrate to world where and how to satisfy?
Let us not poison the minds of children!
As they are the future and assets even
Let them grow in hatred free atmosphere
As there won't be slight scope for fear
They may make it as faith for individual
The rest of the life may be led as casual
We are multi linguist and multi ethnic country
Each one is allowed to profess and pray for almighty
He may go to any worship place and perform faith
There is no such compulsion or fear of death
This is such simple topic but of large consequences
We see and hear many skirmishes and instances
Where they are discriminately killed for want of nothing
Faith had never been the bone of contention for something
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His name
I hear a loud voice in morning "Allah Akbar"
It is heard across the town and even very far
I come out from the bed and look at the bright star
Same glittering and light even placed among small stars
What a pleasant morning to feel with his name!
One may wonder with the little thought "from where he came"
It is time to bow head and offer earnest prayers
Then to prepare for other activities as players
Why other religious places too lag behind?
Same meaning but with different slogan to find
Remember almighty for his graceful act
Owe everything to him for this known fact
O lord Ram or Allah Akbar I honestly swear
I am not afraid from life but have only one fear
Never subject us to feel pain and shed the tears
Only bless us each morning for your name to hear
Even if we are fast asleep you repeat the same cycle
Come out from your vault and make the full circle
Da
y and night take place and make beautiful round
Where on earth human beings find it around!
Kindness emerge all of sudden whenever I see at the cross
Force me to think twice whether life was not at total loss
Did I perform any act that can be detrimental to my faith?
What will I answer when I shall see thou after the death?
I open the eyes gracefully and thank almighty
What a day to enjoy and feel with simple beauty!
Everywhere to see colorful birds and enjoy melody
Endeavour to feel "he belongs to all and not to somebody"
It is time to start with day's routine
Duties and rights both combine
It may be only option to feel fine
As his presence is very much divine
* Lord Ram.. Worshipped by Hindu*
*Allaho Akbar……. BY Muslims*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My true faith
My true faith
She is my true faith
I wished her to remain same till death
That was real feeling from inside
But alas! The distance was very much wide
She has lived very far
I can see her like only star
Not distance may matter
Yet she is world too far
How to tell her about unseen love?
I feel it from deep and believe
She can be mine on any one day
She is keen too but far away
"Safoof, Safoof * I have friend
She murmured and silently quieted
I repeated her to clarify
She smiled and tried to satisfy
He is friend to whom I admired
Played, dreamed and stared
But could not reach him for unknown reasons
I loved him till date as very good person
We are on same boat and I miss the same
I tried to convince and staked a claim
She promised not to discourage but consented
I felt whole world at feet and got elated
"Inshaallah"* we shall meet some where"
In this birth if that is the wish to be met here
I promise to hold it good for you
If words spoken by you is true
I am magically spelled
She opens her lips as not labeled
She is one of the most beautiful I dreamed and desired
Always at heart and adorably admired
I sink daily merely by her look
She has charm of divine book
I try to read her face and again fail
She is no where near me to avail
Inshaallh.. Wish of the almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Negress In Notre Dame
When I attended Mass today
A coloured maid sat down by me,
And as I watched her kneel and pray,
Her reverence was good to see.
For whether there may be or no'
A merciful and mighty God,
The love for Him is like a glow
That glorifies the meanest clod.
And then a starched and snotty dame
Who sat the other side of me
Said: "Monsieur, is it not a shame
Such things should be allowed to be?
In my homeland, I'm proud to say,
We know to handle niggers right,
And wouldn't let a black wench pray
And worship God beside a white."
Her tone so tart bewilderd me,
For I am just a simple man.
A friend in every one I see,
Though yellow, brown or black and tan.
For I would father children five
With any comely coloured maid,
And lush with any man alive,
Of any race, of any shade.
Religion may be false or true,
The Churches may be wrong or right,
But if there be the Faith in you
It can be like a shining light.
And though I lack not piety
And pray my best, I'm sure that God
To that black wench and not to me
Would give his most approving nod.
Aye, you may scrub him day and night,
You'll never change a nigger's hide;
But maybe he is just as white,
(Or even more) than you...inside.
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By Faith By: Cay Thorne
By faith we are loved –
By those who care for us.
By faith we have a heart –
To love everything and everyone.
By faith we can show virtue and enlightenment –
To those who need to be enlightened.
By faith we live within peace –
Especially during time of war.
By faith we have courage –
To do something brave and heroic.
By faith we face discrimination –
In every form there is under the sun with gusto and understanding.
By faith we can do wonders –
Beyond any means needed.
By faith we can do anything –
That we set our mind and heart on it.
By faith we have encouragement –
To try anything new that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To fight through any struggle that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To stop all wars and fights;
That begins with hatred.
BY FAITH ITSELF WE CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT TURNING TO VIOLENCE.
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Prayer Answered by Crosses
I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace,
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.
'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust has answer'd pray'r;
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.
I hop'd that in some favour'd hour,
At once he'd answer my request:
And by his love's constraining pow'r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this. he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow'rs of hell
Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
"'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd,
"I answer pray'r for grace and faith.
"These inward trials I employ,
"From self and pride to set thee free;
"And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
"That thou mayst seek thy all in me."
poem by John Newton
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Faith is an axiom
Faith is an axiom which is beyond proof.
Faith is a self-evident fact, a conviction, a belief which exists without a reason.
You put it to test, you fail. You cannot show the faith but you can certainly have one.
Hence, it is said to always “have faith” or to “keep faith”.
The more faith you have, the more hopes grow. The more hopes grow, the more optimism flows. The more optimism flows, the more confidence grows........so.....
Have faith in goodness and the good will soon follow.
Have faith in abundance and the riches will soon follow.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
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The Two Brave Soldiers
Air -- "The Texas Rangers"
My friends, I pray you listen,
A story I will tell;
It's of two noble soldiers,
And they were known full well;
They were killed in the rebellion,
As you shall plainly hear,
Those brave and noble soldiers,
No danger did they fear.
They enlisted in Grand Rapids,
In eighteen and sixty-two,
'Twas in the month of August,
About the middle, too;
These two brave, noble soldiers,
They joined the cavalry;
They fought to save their country,
United it yet may be.
One of them, a single man,
His name was Martin House;
The other one was married,
His name I'll tell you now.
Abram Bishop was his name;
He was a christian man;
Two soldiers, they were brave, and
They hailed from Michigan.
When they left their native place,
Their friends to them did say;
"Oh! do not go to war boys,
You'd better with us stay;
For if you join the army,
You never will return
To all your friends that love you,
You never will return."
Young House spoke unto his friends:
"I'd rather go," said he,
"I have no wife and children
To weep and mourn for me.
I hear my country calling
For her sons of liberty,
And I, for one must go, friends,
A coward I cannot be."
"We are not afraid of fighting
The rebels, no, not we;
They're bound to make our country
A place for slaves to be.
Our fathers fought before us,
To gain our liberty,
And we, the sons of freemen,
Must fight to keep it free."
"Farewell, farewell to all our friends
That we may leave behind,
If we do never return,
We pray you bear in mind,
If God sees fit to call us,
We are not afraid to die;
Our country, she is calling,
We must bid you all good bye."
It was in Old Virginia,
Those noble soldiers fell,
In the battle of Hanover town,
As many a man can tell.
They fought through many battles,
Obeyed their captain's call,
Alas! the missles struck them,
And caused them both to fall.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Why Does My Faith...
I sang in the choir when I was young,
In surplice, ruff, and gown,
I bent my head to the cherubim
And cast my eyes to the ground,
I read your word in the Holy Book
And swore to be good and true
While living in fear of an Awe-ful God,
A life spent, looking for you.
My mind was full of heaven and hell
And the things that I shouldn’t do,
But the world seemed bent on a wayward course
All done in the name of You…
For ‘Christ Almighty’ I heard on lips
That shouldn’t have breathed their sin,
And ‘Jesus Christ’ is a dirty word…
But why does my faith grow thin?
The world has turned to greed and lust,
To hate, to me for mine,
And life is cheap on the empty streets
Where drugs are the bottom line,
Where children murder their parents
And the parents murder their young,
Where everyone has a mobile phone
But none with your number on.
It’s long since I tossed heaven and hell
To rot in a garbage bin
But still maintained my faith in you,
Your pain in an earthly skin;
I still believe in an afterlife,
And I know that you’ll see us in,
I’m closer to you than I’ve ever been
So why does my faith grow thin?
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Brothers Cry
How many times do we have to play this game?
Why do your excuses always sound so lame?
You try so hard to impress the men in black,
When will you give me a crack?
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Love, you say, is the answer, faith in a Higher power,
But what is it that you love? Earthly power?
You live for the approval of the many,
Where will they be when you breathe your last?
I will be there, you can hang on to my mast,
You are so close to faith, one more leap,
But instead you make me weep,
In the end our soul will mend,
Only when you bend,
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Brother you need cry no more,
But you must lie no more,
Yes, it is you I adore,
But who needs who more?
When all is done and dead,
Where will you head?
I know the way,
Please don't delay,
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Place your head on my breast,
It is time for peace and rest,
I will forgive,
When you choose to live.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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What Exactly is Faith?
What exactly is faith?
Faith is like talking first
And paying attention later;
You assert what you don't see
And then remonstrate for
Not seeing it.
What exactly is faith?
Faith is like acting first
And explaining later;
You do what seems irrational
And then justify
Your doing it.
What exactly is faith?
Faith is like laughing first
And brooding later;
You rejoice at an aspiration
And then trust
That it will come about.
What exactly is faith?
Faith is like thanking first
And supplicating later;
You believe you have it already
Even though you still
Have not prayed for it.
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From deep sleep
I did not get up that day from my deep slip
It was destined day and I was not allowed to peep
God’s emissary were at the gate singing me to pack
I just asked for second delay to turn my neck
All were fast asleep and under deep impression
They were in the sea bed as if down with immersion
I looked at them in helplessness and closed eyes for departure
It was not all of sudden as I had some inkling for sure
I had not time left to apprise them or brief
But we were fir believer and had good faith
We never attempted to harm any one
So they had no fear from any one
I was not that old or suffering from any illness
They were sure of my longativity in any case
The emissaries woke me up from long depth of rest
They were real messenger of God and acting as best
I knew it will be impossible for family members to live
Yet they will come off well and I sincerely believed
It was matter of time that they may adjust to situation
My term was over and can not be allowed any more continuation
I reached to the main gate and just turned back
It was calm and quite as I had nothing at stake
It was call from almighty and my days were over
There was no use to pray and ask for any cover
When I look back to my entire stay
I think I have missed nothing in any way
I fulfilled all my obligations and served to well
No one must have any room to complain or tell
I had read enough about next world
It was amounting to return to same and original fold
I left it to future assumption and stayed calm
God has created two layers false and realm
I am sure of right treatment when presented
I prayed all the way and willingly consented
I had done nothing wrong to feel shame or resent
I am planning now my self in better way to present
I will be in better position to explain
Life as such has not been spent to go in drain
I was really careful in not choosing the evil
As it was not going to help me with clear will
Next world may not be that horrible and frightening
It was showing me some courage with inner lightening
I was nearing the place with full satisfaction
I was in full control and really it was very good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With no remorse
With no remorse
I look back with no remorse
It has left bitterness but with no force
I have overcome with strong resolve
I was well determined and equipped to solve
It breaks any spirit that seems little weak
Fails to assert and in command to speak
For self and rest of the family members
Yet no one retraces steps to surrender
I have reason to feel elated
As whole success story is beautifully related
I have tackled it with pride and honor
It was almost dreamed and sought for
I look at young grand children playing with the games
Wonder at them for availing the best of the names
Comfortably placed in heir age with nothing more to blame
I am also fully surprised how I had faced it and overcame!
Whole of the events passed off as serial show
I had lot many problems to counter and grow
It was tough time to face entire community
To stand against their attitude and prove the ability
"The fortune favors the brave" I had read it somewhere
Even passers by knew it clearly as where to dare
I was female alright but new very well that sky had no limit
It needed only right occasion to cope with and readily greet
Today I am like big tree and feel so much proud
I can right say and claim it from point of strength so loud
It need not be exaggerated but real things can be spoken off well
The world is right place to live in and experience to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Motor Courtship
Into her presence he gaily pranced,
A very fat spark, and a bit advanced.
With a Samson tread on the earth he trod,
He was stayed and gaitered, and fifty odd.
And she was a tulip just unfurled,
The sweetest thing in the motor world.
Her body was one of which poets dreamed;
Eighteen -- twenty, or so she seemed.
Her air was haughty, her spirit proud,
But properly governed, as all allowed.
"Pity," he said, "my sad condition;
My heart's in a state of advanced ignition.
"Ask me to do some desperate deed,
And I'll do it at once at my topmost speed."
"Sir," said the maiden, "pray be seated;
I fear from your bearing you're somewhat heated.
"And I trust that a timely lubrication
Of throttle will cool your circulation."
As a well-made mixture she indicated,
With joy and gladness he radiated.
"Oh, come," said he, "in this soft spring weather,
Let us run over the world together!"
But she slipped his clutch with a gesture mocking,
"Your heart," she said; "I can hear it knocking.
"You haven't the gear at my pace to last;
Both men and motors -- I like them fast.
"And I think that in me you have missed your mission;
You are only an old-style tube-ignition!"
With a sidelong motion he left the place;
For weal or woe he was off his base.
He drove his car to the cliffs of Dover,
Made one short circuit and ran her over.
And the stormy Petrol her rest is taking,
Where only the wild waves do the "braking".
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Faith and its role
There are two kinds of faith people live with:
Faith in lordship and faith in fellowship;
The first is that someone will do for you
And the second is others won't fail you.
With faith in the shepherd, the sheep follow.
With faith in the fellow sheep, the sheep feed.
Without faith in system, you can't follow.
Without faith in others, you can't transact.
Faith in God, faith in fate and faith in luck
Would weaken the faith you have in yourself.
Faith in love, faith in trade and faith in helps
Would slacken the cognizance you possess.
Faith can't be dispensed with altogether.
Faith in the unknown has no guarantee.
Faith in the known has no certainty
But can strengthen their faithfulness to you.
Faith in parents and faith in teachers,
Faith in doctors and faith in medicine
And faith in judges and in justice
Denounced altogether, one cannot exist.
Faith in spouses and faith in children,
Faith in siblings and faith in servants
And faith in professional ethics
Abandoned altogether, one cannot thrive.
Without faith, promises bear no meanings.
Without faith, guarantees have no bearings.
Without faith, investments will have no life.
Only with faith could life be felt secure.
Faith might crack when it is misplaced.
Faith might break when it's sabotaged.
Faith might crash when it's blindfolded.
Yet, one has to vouch for faith in life.
Faith comes from ignorance of things.
Faith comes from lack of influence.
Faith comes in helpless conditions.
Faith exercises no control yet.
Have faith in you and accept the outcome.
Have faith in others and give allowance.
Have faith in future and shelve the distress.
Faith vacated, worries will occupy.
19.02.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never be afraid
Never be afraid of any one,
'He' is there for everyone,
Never HE lets you to sleep,
empty stomach gone so deep,
Fear not for telling truth,
express words with style smooth,
words may be very simple to render
Bow the head and apology tender,
He may take you to his fold
when need arises and you are bold,
with strong belief and faith you hold,
never an grievance to feel soul is sold,
failure may come but should not deter,
words may not falter but path you may not alter,
storm in tea cup or bubbles may peter out,
When conscious is clear and have no clout,
Course is set in and nothing can change,
river course change but you have to arrange,
destiny may remain but you have to manage,
Not loosing composure even after carnage,
Sparkling stars and objects stand firm,
World knows they are heavenly and confirm,
You have to assert and only submit,
Spread the message with candles lit,
Not a day more you may last,
Lot more work and time moving fast,
Eyes up wards and doubts not cast,
Universe is big and eternal world vast,
Who knows what we are meant for?
Has anybody known even this before?
So on destined day you may depart,
Even world may not remain one but apart,
No more cry and no more laugh,
Half life gone but improve better half,
It is not an end but just good beginning,
Hopes not on imagine but on faith pinning
No more cry in wilderness,
No more feeling in isolation,
No more doubts and any question?
It is simple way of living and submission.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thank you a lot
I learnt it from nature
Despite harming so much for sure
"I bow head with respect"
To forgive us all for mad act
I thank almighty for providing precious life
Along with resolve to stay with lots of strife
Always waiting for good to happen
Despite all chances of no success even
I breathe in amidst uncertain moment
Thank nature for providing nice movement
To feel its pulse of its great act
What else can be felt in return as fact?
We can only thank in terms of gesture
That is goodness of human being for sure
We can reciprocate and recognize
If everything is understood as wise
Be calm and quiet while responding
Because that directly reflects and corresponds
Your inner soul action and feeling on face
Face lines are read in all the cases
Eyes go down in recognition
"Words are not sufficient reflection"
"I wish to speak something more"
It just weaves the thoughts and really adore
Such is the meaning of "Thank you"
It must convey feeling and look true
Merely saying "thank you" may look casual
Each time it may be spoken as lines from an individual
Lots of burden is removed when conveyed
The gratitude felt from inside and relayed
The receiver may too felt its impact
To feel real worth and graciousness of act
Thank all when you feel something good is done
Not to you but your friend and heart is won
This is the only gesture that costs nothing
But in return you earn a good will wish for something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Haroun Al Raschid
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:--
"Where are the kings, and where the rest
Of those who once the world possessed?
"They're gone with all their pomp and show,
They're gone the way that thou shalt go.
"O thou who choosest for thy share
The world, and what the world calls fair,
"Take all that it can give or lend,
But know that death is at the end!"
Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head:
Tears fell upon the page he read.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Out of gear
The time gear has gone out of gear
All type of innocence and mlischief to bear
Not the golden days but fear may follow
No rest, no peace, no memory will allow
It was mother's hand that had kept you low
You were there troubling her and not intended to follow
The same is hunting you now and reminds
All that was good you missed and did not find
Time cycle may not be taken back
You were naughty and jumping jack
Same thing you followed in your youth and sought
That thing should have been avoided or not ought
It has gone with winds and disappeared
The consequences are now feared
Many things may come out of cupboard
That may off set you while walking on the road
It was not all that good you did
Now you resent and has no lead
Still you have third sense to read
The fall out in future before you are dead
It may not allow you to sit quiet
You may even try to forget
The memory may follow even in sleep
But it will stay forever even if you to try to give slip
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Adelgitha
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
And sad pale Adelgitha came,
When forth a valiant champion bounded,
And slew the slanderer of her fame.
She wept, delivered from her danger;
But when he knelt to claim her glove-
"Seek not!" she cried, "oh, gallant stranger,
For hapless Adelgitha's love.
For he is dead and in a foreign land
Whose arm should now have set me free;
And I must wear the willow garland
For him that's dead, or false to me."
"Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!"-
He raised his visor.-At the sight
She fell into his arms and fainted;
It was indeed her one true knight!
poem by Thomas Campbell
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