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I Feel Sad

Why do I feel bad about fanatics?
What is simple thought or any basic?
What can be termed as logic?
I have no answer for it and feel so sick

Whether enemy or friends
What shall be our stand?
To treat them in real life or up to an end
Does it compel us to change the attitude or mend?

Two recent reports shattered my belief?
It made my heart to sink over no relief
On and off such repetition is made
Bullets are indiscriminately sprayed

People have lost their lives while greeting
Some thirty odd lives were lost while meeting
The holy place was blasted off for no reason
How can we celebrate today as true devotee or person?

Men killed in street are not regretted
Opponent's disappearance still can be termed as ill fated
But what about people gathered in holy place for prayers?
What do we call mercenaries or bullet sprayers?

Which religion permits such an outrage?
How can we tolerate such carnage?
Who will then come forward for propagation of true religion?
Such kind of hatred may engulf entire region?

I want to disassociate from such kind of people
Who knows nothing about human sufferings and struggle?
What do they know about the precious human lives?
What else is left there in life to pursue and believe?

I hate such people for their blind theory
They may survive little more time to feel sorry
It only adds momentum to increase worry
Let them be cursed with all displeasure from almighty

• Media reposted recent killings in Afghanistan
• Displacement of large Muslim population in Myanmar

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Wake Up Call

'There is no place for cowards in jannat* (heaven)
'Islam never preaches hatred and loves to all even'
'One of the holiest and sacred religion world has ever witnessed'
People are misguided and inhuman values are foolishly chased

'There will no place for all those who preach against values of religion'
Roared small girl who stood for as future light in region
She is Malal*, a fire brand activist, working for unity
Nation always stood for her selfless work and integrity

Staunch advocate and supporter for women education
Malal* is fighting for life and her survival is in question
She has been fired upon and bullet has pierced through
In her back bone to cost life for fighting the battle very true

Never liked by orthodox champions
She had to struggle and face the fanatics in region
Whole of the country today stands behind her role
Holy struggle, if some one wants to name, a divine call

'The countries future is at stake' almost all the people have condemned
The insurgents and attackers have been criticized and damned
The country is united for future role of the children
Malal* is not the only one but more of her may come forward even

I appeal and salute such brave attempt on part of small girl
Whole nation can feel proud of and feel let down with ugly turn
She stands for the courage and symbol of human character
Where there is hurdle on each step to face as lone actor

We bow our head and pray almighty for her speedy recovery
Let her breath in peace and come among us again by the blessings from almighty
Thousands across world and beyond boundaries offer prayers
We have no words except to bow head and watch as spectators

Let girls come up with good education and sense
The true religion with its deep meaning and essence
No religion can preach hatred and invite wrath
It will be worthwhile, if so, to die or face the death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cried for Hours

I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe

How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend

Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival

Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath

I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?

Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives

Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good

I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell

We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why

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Simple Message

Why have we not understood simple message?
Why still we are not ready to open new pages?
Imprint something worthwhile to reach to the people
Not to embark upon mad adventure and gamble

Someone might say it is trust deficit
Every relation is strained and termed as illicit
We see nothing positively to over come lacuna
At least catch some glimpse from flora and fauna

It is simple logic around which everything revolves
Men made tragic events and does not help to solve
The tolerance limit is crossed and nothing seems in sight
What to do, where to go and what to consider as right?

Not such a crisis was faced ever?
Religious intolerance and hatred has taken over the place forever
No one seems to be worried about fall out
They have only narrowness to talk about

I am not an academician who can advance any logic
But there remain some angles to be seen as basic
It is not the work of good day dreamer or theoretician
But simple dream of kind hearted person and humanitarian

Any disaster any where in world must bring tears
Their agony, pain and sufferings we should share and bear
At least remote sense may feel the pulse of great divide
Why at large we stand in different direction to hide?

Can we not express our solidarity and confidence?
That we stand united if took place such an incidence?
Why can’t we rush to the sight uncaringly at once?
Exhibit the human feelings visibly in substance

We may not remain here for quite long
No one may praise us and sing a song
At least what we planted may remain to witness
Let world see the reason behind and face

Many have said in past and continue to profess
We are passing through critical period or phase
We are not that blind to ignore universal fact
Let us redefine ourselves and reform the acts

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I Believe In Nigeria

With so many battles and killings,
with slim chances of healings.
Our peace has been taking away from us,
and our glory days are far behind us.
Our nation has been torn apart,
by those whose love are from our heart.
With tears runing down our cheek,
with the killings and violence at its peak.
Every where is been flooded by innocent blood,
and our treasure been lost in the mud.
Everyday we live our lives in fear,
with so much pain that we can't bear.
People been nurtured to the highest level of hatred,
and now innocent lives are been affected.
Hatred has given birth to death,
and death taking away our precious life on earth.
With people living their lives in hell,
even when they mean to do well.
Properties are been destroyed everyday,
and thousands of lives are been laid to rest each day.
Is it a crime to be a human? ,
or is it a sin to be a nigerian? .
Is it a cause to crave for peace in our nation? ,
a nation thats moving closer to the point of destruction.
Each day our kneels are planted on the ground in prayers,
to erradicate pains that is been inflited by peace haters.
All i know is that all hope is not lost,
because in the ebullent nigerian spirit i trust.
No matter the trouble we may be going through today,
it will be a testimony we'll say some day.
For every pain that we feel in our heart now,
the peace of heaven will erase it some how.
For every sacrifice we make for the peace of our country,
will go a long way to erase every of our misery.
No matter the level of destruction in our neighbour hood,
i believe one day everything will change for good.

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Lost To Find My Lot

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve

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If There Is A God That God

If there is a God That God is not for you and yours alone God is for everyone
And for every man and woman and their daughter and their son
When you say God is for you and all of your religion it shows how arrogant you must be
God is in every good living Human Being that's how it would seem to me
A true God would embrace good living people of all religions and all good living non believers as well
The people you have condemned in words to an afterlife of hell,
You do seem so judgemental and in your thinking you seem small
If there is not a God for every good Human Being there is not a God at all
People like you are not in minority and that does seem sad to say
And meeting you and your kind never seems to make my day
To the religious fundamentalists of the World you and your kind belong
But suppose if you think you must be right then you cannot be wrong
If there is a God that God does not live remote from the World of Humankind
And in every good living Human Being that God lives in their mind.

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Fighting for survival

Pakistan is not fighting for survival
For years it had waited for their arrival
They were give free use of land for subversion
Now it is too late to have any point of discussion

A holy land”Pakistan” as we all know
Had horrible years to witness and go
Lots of blood shed and deep bitterness
No where to show the brave front or kind face

Of late something unusual has taken place
There is cry over terrorist’s death and still more race
What will be fate of innocent people living around?
Their bodies remain unclaimed and sometimes not found

Pakistan must find its own holy war
The holocaust and bad consequences are not very far
No person may be allowed to move freely
In our own land we may be prisoners truly

When whole world is with you
Rise to the occasion and prove true
Allah may bless for any of the reasons
How can distinguish between good and bad persons?

No where it is seen that person is murdered while praying
The whole body is pierced though with pumping of bullets or spraying
Let people rise in arms and declared *“Jihad” for upholding religion
How can one Good *Musalmann be mere spectator in such region?

Terrorism can not be over in one day
Yet there is fine solution on the way
Find common strategy and offer resistance
They will be on run if united at once

No country can tolerate such nuisance
The defenders of the countries are aware of their presence
No religion can preach violence, hatred and seek blood
In such utter condition where people are dying for the want of food

* Musalmann.. pure…….*Jihad…Holy struggle

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Flicker of second

Let us dream of universal world
Let all countries be taken into confidence and told
The need to come to under one umbrella cover
With full assurance of their existence however

We have witnessed ethnic cleansing
We have seen mass annihilation while crossing
It is no delight to ordinary man and complete population
What to speak of about humanity, its bond and healthy relation

We can think of different religion
At once time we can talk of regions too
But what to talk of division in same faith!
When we fail to maintain dignity at time of death

Can you believe person is sprayed with bullets?
When he is offering prayers at sacred outlets
Some ruffians come all of sudden and rain with deadly weapons
Person knows nothing about his fate and simply gone

Let us stop killing at least innocents
He may be son, daughter, wife or parent
What do you want to achieve by creating terror?
Even soul may not support when you look in the mirror

This may be ideological suggestion or thought
But no result has come even after so many wars have been fought
No country is happy under the heavy burden of debt trap
People suffer, country suffer and above all it is solid slap

We, the people, can change entire atmosphere
Time may come when we will no place to take shelter anywhere
The nature might have been ruined and nothing left behind as safe place
Whole man kind may be lost in flicker of second as race

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Who Do You Believe In?

Do you want someone to come to your rescue?
Do you want someone to believe in you?
Someone who believes in what you do,
And sees everything through,
Someone to give you credit where it's due,
And know that what they're saying is true.

Do you believe in people, who wear a crown,
Do you believe in people, who bear a regal gown,
Do you believe in people that make you frown,
Do you believe in people that break you down?

Do you want someone to answer your prayers?
Do you want to find someone who cares?
Someone who ventures and dares,
Just to be there,
Someone who wants to share,
Their love without compare.

Do you believe in people, who play with lives,
Do you believe in a person, who never ever tries,
Do you believe in people, who you have to idolise,
Do you believe in a person who keeps up the lies?

Do you want someone you can feel?
Do you want someone who is real?
Someone who is completely ideal,
To help you heal,
Someone who will not conceal,
How much, to them, you appeal.

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An assassin's bullet

Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?

Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise

Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race

Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days

I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity

All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?

We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness

I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?

I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?

Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter

Who has generated hate campaign and ceaselessly maintained?
Why so many bodies lay scattered all over as stained?
What does it speak of natural understanding and true religion?
Why is it spreading its wings in other regions?

We all express true allegiance to written words
We inherit the substance and look forward
As whole world lay before us for embrace
We critically ignore the fact for the gloom to face

As we stand on the brink of disaster?
No solution is sought after
We have reached zero tolerance
No possibility is expected in near future hence

There will be rebirth of another messiah
Who will bear the burnt and lay down the life
We may then lament the fall of star
What otherwise would have been achieved without war?

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I Thank You For Your Assistance

You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?

~Sir...
May I please use the PA system in your store?
I am trying to locate someone who is totally lost.~

'Sure.
Go to customer service and let them know,
You have my approval.'

~Ladies and Gentlemen...
May I have your attention, please.
I wish to locate someone that is lost.
And I'll repeat what I just said to them,
To you...
In the hopes we can find this person's mind!

THIS is what I said:

You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?

If you see this fool in your presence...
Please direct them outside,
Where I am going to breathe some fresh air.

I thank you for your assistance.~

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If There Is A God 'Twould Seem To Me

If there is a God 'twould seem to me that God would not have a creed
Or would not favour any religious belief such divisive influences a supreme being would not need
Amongst his or her Earthly followers the real God would rule for everyone
A real God would act as a real God should when all is said and done.

Amongst his flock for even an atheist the real God would find a place
And a real God would not differentiate between Nationality and Race
Those who say the God they believe in is the one true God they do have it all wrong
If there is a God surely that God to everyone does belong.

A real God is for her and him as well as you and me
A real God is for everyone though you do not agree
Only in the God of your religion the true God you do see
Suppose as some are known to say we all look at things differently.

If there is a God it does seem to me that God is of human kind
And every good person he or she the real God lives in their mind
And whether you live as an atheist or to a God you do pray
As long as you are a good person with me that is okay.

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Good will

How dear is mother and motherland?
Is it simple flash piece or piece of land?
One gives birth and another gives means to live
Both are precious and holy if one takes on to believe

No one on this earth may tolerate any insult?
The sentiments are interwoven and carefully built
Millions may die for the holy cause and honor
The land has turned red many times in color

It is called supreme sacrifice if offered for defense
How many people might have laid down their lives to halt offense?
History is witness that offenders have fled away to save lives
Constant efforts have been made and all are keen or to thrive

The wanton killings and bloodshed is averted
The danger is for time being halted or diverted
The clouds do hover over the sky for causing destruction
At any moment world can be at war with little mischief or instructions

We have witness many changes in recent days
Mighty dictators have fled the land and paved the way
Yet there is human rights violations and suppression
Citizens are killed in their own land under oppression

Democratic countries too are not exception
They have cornered national wealth from the inception
There is no final check over them and have free hand
The people suffer under oppression in their own land

If it is foreign power then it is question of occupation
The dispute can not be confined to local in relation
It has dangerous consequences to engulf all and follow
The indefinite subjugation is not the solution and be allowed

We have seen ruthless purging
There has been no impact on appeal or urging
The blood is constantly shed leading to loss of lives
The situation has not improved and has made nose dive

The liberty and freedom movement has become farce
It has become ridiculous with the command of opportunist forces
We hear no talk on peace initiatives or cessation of hostile move
The danger still looms large with reign of terror and fear yet to be removed

We saw mass slaughters and ethnic cleansing with mass exodus
Many countries faced starvation with the increase of unmanageable influx
We could over come with the great plight and stopped complete annihilation
Yet the world is not assured of full liberty and equal participation

Let us pray almighty for to prevailing common sense and good will
At least there is full stop for border skirmished and unnecessary killings
Oppressors are given no chance to rule and shown the wall
Enough has been flown in red blood and now time is to recall

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lines To Observe

I refused to yield to pressure
Even though I had nothing precious with me as treasure
It did hurt my sentiments to break me from within
They could never come to know how much depressed I had been

If I was told to leave place at once I could gladly do
If it was last option I could have agreed even if untrue
But why would they insist on me falling in their lines?
How can they pressurize me when I completely declined?

I would never leave my faith if that causes any embarrassment
If they want to have forcible conversion then it is their movement
I will cling to that path from where inspiration and strength is drawn
I shall disown any belief that has been forced upon

If we come out from our stated lines to observe
We may come across many tales of messiahs who descended on earth to serve
Laid down their lives for upholding the faith and true causes
So many citations can be had from many prophets as it was

Money and power play dominant role
It is just show off and sprit behind it is completely stolen
Religious places are made show pieces and symbol of exhibition
Where people visit not out of faith but with superstition

What difference it may make if millions are of same faith?
How does it stop innocent people falling to merciless deaths?
How come a person offering prayer is sprayed with bullet?
Who will claim and say it was only the destiny decided by fate?

I shall believe in any faith if that preaches true religion
Enough respect for humanism barred by any region
Let some one pray rising sun or respect emergence of moon
We all must feel heat while toiling hard in after noon

This was the message actually intended
It was never meant to be offended
All messages meant for masses were carefully worded
To be professed and adopted were later on distorted

I feel like crying when regretfully listen to cruelty
Have we stooped so below to insult the almighty?
We hanged them to death and took away the life
Yet they preached and professed without fearing knife

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In open yard

Millions of tones of food grains just stored
Not for the normal situation to be restored
Piled in open just to get it wasted
No one stands to be blamed and responsibility not rested

The scores of people die due to starvation
There is no need for poverty alleviation
The poor themselves may be wiped out
This is story of human crisis and all about

The food grains rot in open yards
It remains unattended and doesn’t go forward
Many people sleep with hunger
There is hue and cry with anger

I sit not the shame on humanity?
We talk about moral and eternity
There is man made tragedy and misery
This crime has become almost necessary

We want to build empire on human skulls
Many people loose lives in fight with bulls
Many bear bullet wounds on the chest
Terrorists do their work nicely as the best

What to talk of humanity at large?
The atmosphere is with full of charge
We don’t regret any shameful act
We have lost the morality to react

We have enough to feed so we don’t bother
We see nom reason to stand together
We also want others not to be comfortable
Nothing should reach them or made affordable

We live with mean mentality and till feel proud
We have all the arguments that may look sound
We live in simplicity to present it as ideal model
Why not we be called fanatics and infidels?

Do we not butcher our own brethrens?
Do we not go for light with lanterns?
We have gone completely blind
Such inhuman behavior is not worthy to find

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Forgiveness Is Not the Key

I look down at the people, I worry about their woes
I worry about their joys, their friends, their foes
I worry about their lives and the way they live it
I worry about their dreams and wonder if they’ll heed it
I worry about the tears I see running down their face
I worry about their lies they tell in this time and place
I worry about their truths that always hurt more
I worry about what they will definitely have in store

I look down at the people who never showed compassion
Who hate each other with the strongest passion
Who pushed me aside as though I were nothing
I wonder, do they care about anything?
I realise they treat each other as dirt
And they revel within all the hurt
Not one ever worried for me
I’m so glad that I can finally see

I refuse to worry or care about them and their petty ways
I will never again worry for their days
Because not one ever cared for me
Forgiveness is not the key
Not when I live life so lonely
I want to be loved only
For them I’ll never again feel woe
Because I’ll be nothing but their foe

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Death As An Inevibility

I am poet of words and actions
People cry over words with kind reactions
It is nice way of entering and touching heart
Human aspect and laudable visible art

Many hearts have cried so far
For their separation and losing stars
I was the one to came to their rescue
Shared grief and provided relief that was due

Many have fallen in love with my creative work
That might have fascinated them to look forward
I had sincere wish to make them happy
A wish gifted in soul by almighty

I was not at all concerned about death or afraid
But today I am helpless and laid
In the bed for the want of departure
Last heaven bound journey for sure

Doctors have confided in me
Soul may soon be heavenly bound and free
I have lost strong nerve and tended to suffer
Only close friends come and make little offer

The thought of living this world makes me weary
It causes concern and adds lots of worry
How bad and isolated I feel?
It may be creator's final wish and will

I look back and bring memory from store
What I was and sincerely looking for?
Nothing has come true so far in life
It was hell lot difference and edge as sharp as knife

I wish my end to be peaceful
In entire life I was successful
I might have come across many noble souls
I wish them peaceful life with happy calls

'You will stay comfortable with my prayers'
I received hand written letter from reader
I was moved with contents and thanked
She was all the way supporter as claim staked

What a way to feel about invisible friend!
So much deep love and regard at the time of an end
Now I am not afraid about closing an eye
I regained confidence and felt shy

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To Live In World

To live in world as man or woman
You can prove as true human
Who stops you from living as you like?
This idea must remain at heart and strike

Noble people are those who live on with ideals
Their life is simple but in fact very real
They have nothing to hide or make deal
It is always their endeavor to have sympathy and feel

Human race is not what we have made
We need enough of digging with spade
The earth can be made soft and fertile
The garden can boom in its own way with style

We have forgotten the basic values
Humanity is not realized with its dues
If we can’t give good or worthwhile to anyone
We are shame on earth and hence claim none

Not everybody can be assured of lovely life
As everybody is expected to walk on an of knife
It can be made rosy and worth to live
If we adhere to and respect the life of others and believe

If you bow your head with respect
No one may have any kind of grudges to react
You will be given due weight age and recognition
Your word may find right place with consideration

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Secret behind

What is secret behind seeking some favor?
Are we not capable of enforcing it for?
Anything can be made possible with hard labor
To feel real happiness then it must start with neighbor

If neighbor is well looked after or properly understood
There won’t be any chance left for being misunderstood
If you have hostile neighbor and things are unfavorable
Nothing can be dreamed off or make it attainable

Despite these entire handicap we look toward to divine blessings
When we pray to God with clear heart nothing goes missing
We expect almighty to steer our course in midst of crisis
It is total communication with Him and is full of emphasis

Prayers are neither meant for seeking wealth
Nor for asking immunity from bad health
It is for granting love and peace to avoid death
To grant poor some means of living for not inviting wrath

If poor are hungry and staved
No homes will be free and saved
There is enough of strength in prayers
It has served as tonic and offer different form off layers

It is human weakness that we look towards Him in distress
We find it totally unmanageable to come out of mess
When we have nothing or no ways out for any kind of rescue
We whole heartedly go in for seeking blessing and ask for review

We know it from the beginning that we are absolutely nothing
We must adhere to some true norms to achieve something
If our life is ordinary and true to the divine allegiance
Life may be passed of easily even thought might have faced some variance

But if we totally deny the existence of any divine power
No one may buy any argument or even followed by fewer
Bulk of people have already decided in going for
It is to be decided what we are waiting for to be sure

Normally it is considered our secret strength
We have belief in divine powers with religious length
We know for sure that we may have any type of solution
Once we decide to go in for it with commitment and resolution

Some people are blind to the realities
They have their own logic for failures and uncertainties
They will not seek any remedial blessings in prayers
Even though they have repeat setbacks and failures

The life is carried on with strong belief
It may not provide any immediate relief
But certain some sort of mental peace will be there
Nothing more as miracle can be expected here

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gratitude

Thanks to those who love me,
you made me feel irrplaceable.
Thanks to those who made me smile,
you showed me the true of taste of happinesss.
Thanks to those who envied me,
you made my heart grow fonder.
Thanks to those who cared,
you made me important.
Thanks to those who fought me,
you showed me the true worth of a friend.
Thanks to those who entered my life,
you made me who i am today.
Thanks to those who left,
you showed me that nothing last forever.
Thanks to those who stayed,
you showed me the meaning of love and friendship.
Thanks to those who broke my heart,
you showed me that nobody is worth my trust.
Thanks to those who gossip about me,
you showed me how popular i am.
Thanks to those who try to bring me down,
you showed me how strong i am.
Thanks to those who believed in me,
you showed me how special i am.
Thanks to those who hate me,
you showed me the meaning of the word ' ENEMY '.
Thanks to those who smiled because of me,
you made me feel invulnerable.
Thanks to those who prayed for me,
you made me indomitable.
Thanks to those who taught me,
you made me a success.
Thanks to those who celebrate me,
you made me a superstar.
Thanks to those who underated me,
you showed me how extraordinary i am.
Thanks to those who motivated me,
you brought out the best in me.
Thanks to my parent who gave birth to me,
they made me a human.
Thanks to God who created me,
you made me a super human.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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