Kind Ruler
King on hunt spree mission,
To assess the situation and frank admission,
Petition from subject for ready submission,
Judgment on spot without any commission,
Lost track while in disguise,
Went away without any guide,
Was difficult to unrevealing and hide,
No transport, no horse and difficult to ride,
Tried hard but found no way out,
sweating, pushing and asking about,
Norms to one side and rules flout,
No one should know what clout is,
Managed horse to venture further,
No guidance, no means and ways other,
Forgot instructions and advice given by father,
His rule praised as cap with feather,
Alighted kind when seeing a hut,
Made of straws, no comforts but,
Ideal place to go and rest,
Not to receive the garland beet,
Poor and simple peasant got the wind,
Not an ordinary person here to find,
Went inside to converse with mother,
Mother advised not to so bother,
Long live king but have little to offer,
Nature so cruel and yield we suffer,
States levy is salt in wound,
No other means for life found,
Cut piece of sugar cane and crushed,
Combined many with force pushed,
So sweet juice filled in little pot glass,
Ruler happy with treatment of fine class,
Cane juice ready with so sweet test,
Ruler thought yield may be more and best,
Not paying state with revenue on rest,
When back in capital Think more how to wrest
Ruler still thirsty asked for more,
Went old lady to take out and pour,
Suddenly lady got wind and felt sour,
Why king thought to drink on tour?
Sugarcanes further put for crush and press,
No trace of juice or found very less,
Never had it happened just this before,
Surely the king has bad ideas more,
Long live price but sorry to offer,
Crop has lost its inherent quality,
No more juice even pressed and crushed,
Something we fear and may be finished
Water is so sweet and harvest bumper,
still people poor and always suffer,
Why to burden peasants with heavy tax,
leave them to enjoy more and just relax,
brought grandma slowly sugarcane, juice
More worry on face with shaken voice,
offered it with honour but king felt ice,
surely I did wrong and not nice,
Why sugarcane should loose sweetness?
ruler may be sour with more bitterness,
The ruler may punish and cause more ruin,
all our efforts may go in simple vain,
Ruler was thinking not of reprisal,
But simple answer for it’s addressable,
Grandma gathered courage and apology tendered,
what is worrying you more? Less service rendered?
Your identity or totality,
the land has lost fertility and corps its flavour,
you are savior king not brutal killer,
save the country from danger,
No further wish but make us free from hunger,
the prince realized mistake and got real wind,
was this his gravest error, struck in mind?
never thought of welfare and solution not find,
pushed them to corner without being kind,
Grandma, I forgot my duty so today lost path, ,
days have been passed without any bath,
kingdom might have been lost for simple reason,
Now you be worry free without any pain,
With change in thought,
Blessings were sought,
Wrong step averted,
Sweetness back converted
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Sugar-Plums
No, no, pretty sugar-plums! stay where you are!
Though my grandmother sent you to me from so far;
You look very nice, you would taste very sweet,
And I love you right well, yet not one will I eat.
For the poor slaves have labour'd, far down in the south,
To make you so sweet and so nice for my mouth;
But I want no slaves toiling for me in the sun,
Driven on with the whip, till the long day is done.
Perhaps some poor slave child, that hoed up the ground,
Round the cane in whose rich juice your sweetness was found,
Was flogg'd, till his mother cried sadly to see,
And I'm sure I want nobody beaten for me.
So grandma, I thank you for being so kind,
But your present, to-day, is not much to my mind;
Though I love you so dearly, I choose not to eat
Even what you have sent me by slavery made sweet.
Thus said little Fanny, and skipp'd off to play,
Leaving all her nice sugar-plums just where they lay,
As merry as if they had gone in her mouth,
And she had not cared for the slaves of the south.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Yertle The Turtle
On a far away island
of Salamasond
Yertle the turtle
Was king of the pond
A nice little pond
It was clean it was neat
The water was warm
There was plenty to eat
Until one day
The king of them all
Decided the kingdom
He ruled was too small
I'm a ruler of all that I see
But I don't see enough
And that's the trouble with me
With this stone for a throne
I am too low down
I cannot look down
Upon the places beyond
So Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
And Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
He ordered all the turtles
Onto one another's back
He piled them high
Into a ten turtle stack
I'm Yertle the turtle
The things I now rule
I'm king of a cow
I'm king of a mule
Then down from below
In the great turtle stack
Came a burp from a plain
Little turtle named Mack
Just part of the throne
This burpin' little turtle
Looked up and said "I beg
Your pardon king Yertle"
I've pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
"Silence !" the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad burpin'
Little turtle named Mack
I'm Yertle the turtle
Oh marvelous me for
I am ruler of all that I see
Yertle
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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Get Rich
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
To see what he would fine
With visions of another world
They said he'd lost his mind
But when he told them of the land he'd found
A land so rich with gold
To get the treasures on the other side
They left the lad of old to
(Chorus)
Get rich now
Get rich now
Get rich now
Get rich now
Napoleon thought that he could be
The ruler of it all
The things he wanted were so very big
But he was very small
They spread the word throughout the land
That he would soon be king
But his greed and pride got in the way
And he lost everything to
(Chorus)
Oh the president and the generals
Are getting ready for a war
The only thing that they don't know
Is what they're fighting for
They shine their suits of armor
And they tell us to prepare
While they take wealth and freedom
And just leave us standing there
Get rich now
song performed by by Kansas
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Hosanna
Words & music:deborah d. smith/michael w. smith
Chorus:
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
King of israel welcome to our hearts
Here to reign in righteousness
Oh ruler of the world, ruler of our hearts
Now ascend your throne
You are the king of kings
Hosanna
Chorus
To jerusalem, to the sons of man
Riding on in gentle strength
Oh come to save your own, come to give your life
The kingdom is at hand
You are the king of kings
Hosanna
Chorus
King of israel welcome to our hearts
Here to reign in righteousness
Oh ruler of the world, ruler of our hearts
Now ascend your throne
You are the king of kings
Hosanna
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Queen without crown
I am queen but have no crown,
I still rule firmly but people not frown,
Down to dusk and dust to down,
All big cities and small small town,
I am straight and act very swift,
Curb the crime an deal very strict,
Criminals on run and their entry restrict,
Happy all towns, cities and district,
What do I ask more from citizens?
Obey the rules and not prove burdens,
Never become unruly and create more hurdles,
State may have peace with no more loop holes,
State is not body but holy invisible institution,
May not have written all in symbolic constitution,
Still it remains and has its existence,
Only welfare measures and no other insistence,
“Live and let others live” should have motto,
Never politics turn to make it ghetto,
State belongs to all and no claim of one,
Larger should be concept as belongs to none,
Time is running out and divine days are over,
Kings and queens find difficult to cover,
Thought many may prevail king rule over,
But ideas not find devour as mooted by fewer,
I may not rule, vast land and track,
but can’t retrace steps and suddenly fall back,
Beautiful green fields and clean sea shore bank,
All put together may form new front and rank,
King can be tyrant and also cruel,
But will nit ignite fire and fuel,
Public opinion matter in most matter,
So is the time to crate new platter,
People may revolt and force to abdicate,
Ruler should know and should indicate,
Populist measures must vindicate,
Forming people’s forum or with syndicate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Because My Father's One
It was the King of Virland –
0 he was angry then –
That rode to crush rebellion
With twenty thousand men.
His enemies he scattered
And hanged on every side,
Because their creed was rapine,
Their cause was greed and pride.
They searched for Outlaw Eric,
They hunted everywhere –
(Most honest of the rebels
If aught was honest there).
King Hertzberg swore to hang him,
But, when the day was done,
They had not found the Outlaw,
But found his little son.
He had not seen his father,
Nor knew where he had gone;
And someone asked him, thoughtless,
Which side himself was on,
And straightway he made answer –
They found he answered true –
'My father is a rebel,
And I'm a rebel too.'
King Hertzberg, he dismounted,
And kindly bent his head:
'Now, why are you a rebel,
My little man?' he said.
The boy nor paused nor faltered,
But stood like Eric's son,
And answered Hertzberg simply –
'Because my father's one.'
And then they promised all things,
Dear to his heart, I ween –
They promised they would make him
The first page to the queen,
With princesses for playmates –
But, nay, it would not do –
'My father is a rebel,
And I'm a rebel too!'
King Hertzberg sank beside him
And rested on one knee.
'I would my royal children
As loyal were!' said he.
'Go, seek and tell your father
That he and his go free,
And if his wrongs be real
Then let him come to me.
'And let him come with plain words,
With plain words in daylight,
And ride not with armed rebels
And outlaws in the night.
And let him not misjudge me –
For to all that is untrue,
And wherever Wrong's the ruler,
I am a rebel too.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Slow Ride
They got a committee to get me off the block
cause I say my rhymes loud and I say em nonstop
Because being bad news is what were all about
We went to white castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy mike d. - I got the king adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the miller cooler - grabbed a cool bud
Slow riding, gun hidin on the go
Im fly like an eagle and I drink old crow
Im the king of the classroom - coolin in the back
My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom - rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
A. yo homeboy - what you drinkin man
I got money - I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythm - I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the def behinds
I got ill - I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold - I got funky
I got the new dance - they call the brass monkey
Because Im hard hittin - always biten - cool as hell
I got trees on my mirror so my car wont smell
Sittin around the house - gettin high and watchin tube
Eating colonels chicken - drinkin heineken brew
Im a gangster, Im a prankster - Im the king of the ave.
Im hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fly ladies are making a fuss
But I cant pay attention - cause Im on that dust
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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To wander, missing the goal
The king had a halt to pass out the night.
The charioteer had to guard the horse
For which he must not sleep through out the night.
The king suggested thinking on something.
The king woke up a few hours later and
Found him awake thinking about something.
Questioned, he told he was counting the stars.
Complimenting him, the king went to sleep.
The king woke up after a few hours and
Found him awake with something in mind.
Asked, he said that he was watching the clouds.
Patting on his back, the king went to sleep.
The king woke up in the early hour and
Found him still awake and felt quite assured.
‘I was thinking if the horse left itself
Or someone chased it.', he said candidly.
He took full efforts not to fall asleep
And in the process he missed the purpose.
Devotion to the rites and the rituals
Will tie you to the religion, not the God.
28.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sounding bells
Some devilish ideas crept in mind.,
Why female company should not find?
If luck favours rose smell enter with wind,
If find hard then no axe to grind,
Found good name with number of cell,
Mind ran fast to find favour well,
With fear in mind to receive word hell,
Still thought of flirt and word”love“tell,
Hello? Who is at that end?
Mild voice heard with cell ring send,
“Good morning “I uttered with head bend,
What is time? Better ways you mend,
What are you doing?
Disturb me not, am working
Deal with audit and accounting
Worry more and pressure mounting ….exploded lady
Attack so sudden and amused at word
Searched for solution and I prayed to Lord
May be I finished but not to cross sword
Lie low I thought and not die with cord…..imploded I within
Again rang the bell with sweet voice,
Could not laugh any as I rejoice,
What can be reason got no answer,
May be swift change after good bouncer
Hello, are you listening it is I?
I am in despair and tears in eye
Father no more and bade early bye
Mother too serious, so ask not, why?
I am left alone shattered by grief”
Hurt I am most and lost also belief
I may cry more but not have relief
Advise some more and also brief………..I heard soaking voice
I am in pain and all efforts in vain
All hopes dashed, no charm remain
Help just me out as I have none
Suggest me some ways as you are one,
I cursed self why I went for kill,
Why not thought well just before will,
Was it just a trap or call of distress?
But certainly a not matter to stress,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost & Found
I always used to be afraid
That I was going to lose my way
I never used to walk in line but stray
I never thought I'd see it through
That I could deal with losing you
But suddenly I see the light of day
Leading me in
From out of the night
Staying on course - I'm still alive
I had to confess I never thought I would ever survive
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
Focused on my altered state
I would just disorientate
Suffering alone amongst the crowd
Drifting on a sea of doubt
And no one ever heard me shout
That I was lost and couldn't find my way
No one at hand
Having no plan
Stumbled through a barren land
After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
I was lost and found
I had hit the ground
I was lost but now I found
That I don't need no one
To survive
You've got to believe alone
You'll rise
Starting to run
Shedding the load
Now I can see I'm close to home
After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Queen does no wrong
Mother Queen does not wrong,
Cared and ruled so long,
Name so famous among,
Occupied the throne where sat the sing
Worded for the poor and people,
Stood for cause and never show might,
Judged the people and delivered right,
Long vision and never out of sight,
So imposing quite and natural,
Looked after more areas rural,
Visited in person and orders oral,
Stood on grounds with high morale,
You were right choice
As Kingdom had no heirs,
You were heard with powerful voice,
People submitted without any noise,
You are bless with knowledge and power,
Benevolent ruler and stand as tower,
Names can be counter among fewer,
No misrule, no lawlessness, fear never,
We all loved, cared and admired,
Never a shot against innocent fired,
Thoughts you had deep in mind,
Never missed a kings you were kind,
All queens may be kind and gorgeous,
Look so fresh and always generous,
never an error as aided by councils,
Not a wrong step and also erroneous,
Peasant happy trader’s joys,
Education more for girls and boys,
Fountains, gardens with full of toys,
State considered ideal where no ploys,
Days of divine rights of king,
No sirens and ear bell ring,
No more songs in praise to sing,
Everybody’s choice and people’s wing,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Boudicca
A past king of East Anglia,
Ruled with men from a foreign shore,
Despite a cultural barrier,
There was no cruel bloody war,
Life was better than twas elsewhere,
But of somethings all weren't aware,
Had all intentions been made clear,
There would have been due cause to fear,
Lest it ends up being misplaced,
Choose carefully where to put trust,
Failure to means what's to be faced,
Could well seem to be unjust,
Alliances don't always last,
When the king died things changed fast,
As their claim to the land was lost,
The common people paid the cost,
Once the Anglian king was dead,
His wishes were not respected,
Liberties were taken instead,
Which ruined all those affected,
Though she'd once been by a king's side,
Boudica's will was defied,
She ended up battered and bruised,
Whilst her three daughters were abused,
The cheated despised their fate,
As the hardships faced caused them pain,
The people boiled inside with hate,
For they had no voice to complain,
Men were burdened with debts and shame,
Due to how hard their lives became,
Thing seemed to get worse by the day,
Which brought about yet more dismay,
A rare chance was happened upon,
That put in doubt the ruler's reign,
For whilst their troops were briefly gone,
People felt their plight need not remain,
They believed that their former queen,
Could make things how they had once been,
Sure their land could be theirs again,
She rallied together the men,
Passions were fuelled a great extent,
Many had call for an outlet,
These people made war their intent,
Giving their foes due cause to fret,
All across the land waves were felt,
Owing to the change of hand dealt,
The rebels obtained much support,
Ready for battles to be fought,
Days would see very little calm,
For to war all were to succumb,
The foes met came to the most harm,
Because they found themselves overcome,
The offensive achieved its aim,
Making the land seem free to claim,
Whilst enemies had met their doom,
For twas the due thing to assume,
To secure the land as their own,
Rebels took revenge on their foe,
Which most would struggle to condone,
They didn't have any remorse though,
The foreigners struggled to cope,
And found themselves with dwindling hope,
The threat which the rebels did pose,
Couldn't be crushed when it arose,
The rebels sought havoc to wreak,
As they went on a killing spree,
They slew both the strong and the weak,
Whilst dismissing their every plea,
No mercy to which to appeal,
Meant some suffered a grave ordeal,
The much unexpected defeat,
Almost called for all out retreat,
Nothing kept the rebels in check,
They left thousands dead in their wake,
Towns were pillaged and left a wreck,
And damage done for vengeance sake,
The changes to the land were stark,
As the disturbance left its mark,
Boudica had her land back,
But her plans did not stay on track,
The foreigners suffered much loss,
But came back as a stronger force,
Determined to quell the chaos,
And bring their schemes onto course,
The foreigners found their success,
With skills others didn't possess,
Their true might was shocking to face,
So they in time secured their place,
All of Boudica's dreams died,
As she had to give up her fight,
She suffered a blow to her pride,
Since she'd not quelled her people's plight,
Boudica left this life,
Escaping from all of her strife,
She lived on though she weren't alive,
For her story was to survive.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Hes The King
(harold faltermeyer/ gernot rothenbach)
Producers for bonnie: harold faltermeyer and gernot rothenbach
Hes seen all the changes
been going up and down
Had to rearrange it
But never lost his crown
Never was afraid of
Playing his last round
He is, he is the king
Look into his face
It never told you lies
Falling down from grace
Has been more than twice
But theres always one thing
You should realise
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground
He is, he is the king
He is the king
Loving her was easy,
They were day and night
Trying to release her
Was a never ending fight
He had only one chance
Playing for her life
He is, he is the king
But theres always one thing
You should realise
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground, yeah
He is, he is the king
He is the king
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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New World Order
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
A new precedent in pain, a new precedent in pain
Mankind is blown to dust, mankind is blown to dust
An explosion of the Brain, an explosion of the
Brain
Spontaneously combust, spontaneously combust
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
song performed by by Megadeth
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He is dead
He was pronounced dead
The anxieties and bitterness on face could be read
It was assumed he might have been starved of bread
It is regular scene witnessed now days
So many welfare measure are taken to find reasonable ways
It is not showing any fruitful result and solution is staying away
It is miserable to live on without dignity
There may be reason to some kind mercy as humanity
It is curse and should not be faced by majority of poor people
Some honorable ways are to be found to make them capable
If some means are created to have mechanism to counter the menace
The work force can be of immense value to increase the finance
The stability and prosperity can be envisaged with proper augmentation of human skill
No one may be dying of hunger, illness, poverty and can manage to live on still
This is not just idealism but reality and can be exercised in anticipation as drill
As we have every right to live on earth without bondage or freedom of will
No one can be pushed to brink of disaster or given the freedom to kill
It may be considered as balanced view if welfare measures are adopted as principle
When it is professed as free society to be lived by all as followers or disciples
The poverty will not be eliminated over night or brought to zero level
Some of the steps taken earnestly with the good intent may speak well
Not s single should suffer only for the reason not being addressed to
There may be lots of hardship to pass through
We all are here as human being and stage actor
Still we are not inhuman and to see it as spectator
We may function as benevolent ruler and not as dictator
The human life gifted by almighty is precious one and not to be ignored
Every opportunity is to be taken into account, availed and explored
No efforts be let up or left with loose ends and missed too
The mission is to be considered very much noble and it is true
The helplessness and misery is human enemy
All game is being played for wealth and money
Still the curse can be reduced and enjoyed by many
If reasonable means may be afforded and used
The crime rate may come to an end or reduced
More enthusiasm and confidence may be induced
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
poem by Olivia Braun
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King And No King
WOULD it were anything but merely voice!'
The No King cried who after that was King,
Because he had not heard of anything
That balanced with a word is more than noise;
Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail
Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot,
Though he'd but cannon -- Whereas we that had thought
To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale
Have been defeated by that pledge you gave
In momentary anger long ago;
And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
That in the blinding light beyond the grave
We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost?
The hourly kindness, the day's common speech.
The habitual content of each with each
Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Sad demises
We egret the demise of close and near ones
Miss their greatness and pardonable acts
Never bothering about unkind gestures
Forgiveness for all in their whole tenure
When father departed, we lost shelter
we were make to run helter scalier
there after we could regain the lost credence,
We definitely lacked the confidence
He did held supreme and pivotal position,
Hardship if any was out of question,
No one dared to point out at us or raise finger,
He never allowed the issue to linger,
I could recover some ground when lost mother
It was big jolt and blows yet another
She stood for all sources of courage and solace
We lived we in small house but felt in palace,
When all departed then I was left with only sister,
All hunt started to find for her a mister,
Mother always worried to find a good match,
Efforts were made many but couldn’t catch,
We always found mother in her,
Same affection love and good care
She handled it well with age maturity
Ladies are gifted with such nice quality
Such is life cycle which never stops,
Situation can be handled when it crops
Rain water may hit ground in form of drops,
Everybody may try to improve when show flops
Whether it is death, birth or rise and fall,
it should, be called as nature’s call
They are inevitable and must be accepted
It is God’s wish and must be respected
We should not loose faith or trust,
Wheels of life must move with vigor and thrust
Life has to be made lovely and beautiful
It must be lived with purpose and be successful
We may be grown like complete tree
All our children may feel secure and free
We may be able to give them what they desire
Our role may be then appreciated and admired
It is noble inheritance and we must treasure
Life should not be termed hard or can be measured
It has to be our efforts to remain fully assured
Live life king size with immense pleasure
Time may come you may also prepare to depart
You may have no time to offer or impart
You may think life was lost from the start
You got to believe it is pure an d simple form of art
Life will be still full of surprises
It may compel you to make more promises
Life will not end with demise of any one
It is cycle that may repeat with every one
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Today... 'The Faithful Witness
Faithful Witness from before creations birth
The greatest ruler of all the kings on earth
He's the firstborn to have risen from the dead
The King of all kings is now our Living Head
The world is changing and people drift away
Yet still the Faithful Witness is here today
Firstborn of the dead, Ruler of God's kingdom
He's the One Who was and is and is to come
To Him may all the glory for ever be
For by His blood He cleansed us and set us free
Solemn words are spoken from the Great Amen
As we hear Him speaking to the church again.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
The King Of Candyland
Have you heard of the king of Candy land?
Well, listen while I sing,
He has pages on every hand,
For he is a mighty king,
And thousands of children bend the knee,
And bow to this ruler of high degree.
He has a smile, oh! like the sun!
And his face is round and bland,
His bright eyes twinkle and glow with fun,
As the children kiss his hand.
And everything toothsome, melting, sweet,
He scatters freely before their feet.
But wo! for the children who follow him,
With loving praises and laughter,
For he is a monster ugly and grim
That they go running after.
And when they get well into the chase
He lifts his masque and shows his face.
And ah! but that is a gruesome sight
For the followers of the king.
The cheeks grow pale that once were bright,
And they sob instead of sing.
And their teeth drop out and their eyes grow red,
And they cannot sleep when they go to bed.
And after they see the monster's face,
They have no peaceful hour.
And they have aches in every place,
And what was sweet seems sour.
Oh wo! for that sorrowful foolish band
Who follow the king of Candy land.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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