Loss Of Trust
It is shame on humanity
Bad reflection and insult to divinity
As we claim highly privileged persons
But go down in history with various reasons
No, no it is not your fault
It has come blue from the bolt
We have shared no reality
For fear of speaking a bad quality
Why at all people should suffer?
Why have we to go and silently offer?
A mere loaf of bread
Before they are proclaimed dead
Majority has some right to claim
But not allowed to force the shame
No one should die of hunger
This infuriated me with the kind of anger
We are exposed to human weakness
Yet we hide it and present the different face
As if everything thing going on normal
Till the disaster knocks its arrival
The earth can't be deprived of many races
Blacks, whites can't have clear tail or traces
They have come into being and that is the only truth
We need to go out and express the will at the booth
Never feel hurt as we are to be blamed
Remove the people who are or ill famed
What good they can deliver to us!
When they have completely lost the trust
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Such existence
I wondered over such existence
Which has no present, past or future sentence?
Which keeps us always worrying and tense?
Yes I know about it but what else?
I have no specific clues as to our living
How can we be that good as human being?
When plenty of my fellow men are hungry?
Prayers offered with sincerity but feel still angry
Some where I think error has been made
Why divinity is offered and cashed on as trade?
Some Gods are openly advocated as freely available
Financial help, gift articles and many things for inviting troubles
No one has any time to ask welfare
Everything is taken as mere fun fare
What happens even if only one God exists!
People suffer still but no one insists
There may still remain barrier
Poor may suffer as mere carrier
Rich may offer nothing and increase plight
They may not want to know what is wrong or right
I wonder in this wonderland
But yet to claim it as holy motherland
I may find many foes and friends
Unaware of meeting same kind of tragic end
We may not realize importance
As we may miss life altogether at once
Once you are dead or no more
There want be anything in store
God or no God all may remain behind as mere thought
Even though it might have been fiercely followed or fought
What do we bother in world as mere identity of an individual?
Life to be spent in uncertainty and as simple as casual
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Love and friendship
If red rose is for love and friendship
White one is for peace and very seems very deep
Its message is very clear with anguish
A signal for surrender and sign of finish
It is better to call off war and avoid blood shed
The wars are never successfully led
Both the sides suffer in terms of man and material
No one can proudly claim or offer denial
Modern warfare is the bloodiest
It can never be termed as useful or best
Did you ever visit hospitals or war zones?
If not then you are safe with all bones
Bodies are scattered all over for vultures
No one can claim it as good culture
It can never guarantee stable future
We are pushed to deep darkness for ever
Let us pray for no more such occurrences
It should never occur even by remote chance
We may replace material loss with some pain
But human losses are never to be regained
Even single death is shame on humanity
We have been sent here as peace messenger by almighty
We have no right to claim any land or divide
Time may favor sometimes but not always the tide
We have seen many civilizations lost in process
We have few remnants and have some access
We can assume glorious past of such existence
What is use if we have lost our past because of ignorance?
Avoid using pretext to wage such unholy things
It has nothing to do with man kind or something
Peace must prevail either by friendship or good neighborhood
Then only it will be known as correct meaning and having understood
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Nobody Dies Of Hunger
i have not heard
of someone
die of hunger, man always knows how to live
not by bread alone
he also knows how to steal a loaf of bread
and there is no more
prison term for
a loaf so to speak
for society knows
the worth of a loaf and
judges know
the justifications for
hunger,
rice, fish, bread, water,
morsels,
dog food, all these, satisfy hunger
but really
i think more have died not of hunger
but of fear
and yes, i agree with you
loneliness also kills
so which is which
that kills you
the fear of being
alone
and being alone and
lonely
strictly speaking, fear and loneliness
are two distinct
feelings, one is still to come
and by
a very long distance
it hits you right
in the head
and then
you fall like you were executed by nobody, no one,
except
by an empty space,
a false bullet shot by this badge of fraud,
extreme loneliness
the murderer again
whose name
is no one but yourself
what a pity!
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Its Own Kind
No one has breached that dark circle
No one has reached there without any struggle
A true way of life and years of meditation
Make you feel close to hi with profound indication
We have lived in double standard and are used to
In normal way we claim holy life bit in fact a lie and untruth
We pretend to be devotee and meant for social cause
The real life gets exposed when surface the scandals
There is no need to preach one thing and follow different
Accept whatever you are with human weakness and live in present
God may grant you access with full embrace
A divine glow may appear on your true face
When you have chosen simple way of living
There remains nothing else except believing
God is in each and every living thing
See and distinguish no difference between poor and king
One by one you may reach inner circle
Where there is seat and divine temporal
Where you may find only light and nothing else
For the whole life you were running after and making chase
The doors are open to all if that is the ultimate aim
Easy to live and easy to understand with no tall claim
Spend the life in services of mankind and poor
Spread the message of love from visiting door to door
Let people not be forced to believe what you think
Let them understand and write whatever they feel with ink
Nothing else may emerge as to what have been in their mind
'God is always there and everywhere' simple face of its own kind
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Not Known Outside
Not known to outside what is called hunger
It is not natural phenomena or coming out of anger
It is felt when fire is inflaming inside
When frustration is growing wide
You get no sleep when hungry
You look towards sky and feel sorry
Your hands are empty to feed
You are unable to meet the need
Hunger can burn whole of empire
They have only outrage and burning fire
No one can kill their spirit
As no hope is seen or lit
Many may be starving to death
So many may be enjoying with wealth
They need only two pieces of meals
We can’t have for them a nice deal
Let there be no hunger as proclaimed
No nature alone to be blamed
We have done injustice to nature
We have blackened our future
There is no answer to humanity
But yes it is poor thinking and bad quality
We can feed their mouth and see smile
That is what we can do for a while
We can for a while alienate
But we can’t afford to eliminate
Humanity as such can’t relate such things
It needs great care and more of something
Mere food grains may do little
They need to think positive and settle
How nature and forests are basic features!
This may become permanent and we may not have any cure
Sun may be blazing in noon
You may realize the devastation very soon
Nothing can shelter us from future gloom
No temporary steps can be considered in room
Soon it may turn into reality
We may loose out control and ability
Many more starvation deaths and deforestation
Not good place to live in then without sanitation
Let us groom with whole world
People are sympathetic and not turning cold
They want every human soul to live with peace
At least two time meals at ease
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I Thought You Knew
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And now you are left to suffer.
Clinging onto delusions.
Hoping...
That what has been diminished from your reality,
Will survive to revive a time that has passed!
A time that has gone.
With no guarantee given,
That it would last!
Not to linger for you...
To pick up when you wished.
And to be carried on!
And I observe you in despair.
Wishing to revisit yesterday!
Wishing to do those things,
You promised yourself you would!
If only you could!
With intentions that are good.
And I was there...
Letting you believe,
You had time!
And I knew in my mind,
You were not living in yesterday then!
And I pretended not to know it.
I thought you were teasing.
And unwilling to show it!
And today,
No matter what I say to you...
You aren't prepared to accept tomorrow.
You are not living in the 'now'!
And doing that,
Now...
Can only bring you joy!
But you wish to keep...
Those memories kept in bitterness,
To refresh as if they sit to treat!
And I pretended not to know that...
Because I thought you knew!
Because,
Well...
I thought you knew me too!
But I realize so vividly now...
Both of us have been wrong,
For too long!
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And the happiness I have discovered...
You would not understand it.
Even though I have been here.
And wanting it to be shared!
What you have found to rely on that comforts...
I view that as a sign of despair.
I thought you knew...
I have not been there to share that with you!
And that's the only shame I claim!
Not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
But you...
I know now,
Aren't pretending at all.
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Many Are The People
I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.
I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.
And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.
But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.
Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.
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Claim on high note
It is good to claim on high note
One can be appreciated if he admitted it and wrote
If something is written only to project as good act
We know for sure the human weakness and react
It is difficult to resist the temptation
It has nothing to do with pure or fake relation
When it comes to the real testing of will
We will definitely have nothing but shame to feel
Hardly some percent may claim virginity on high ground
It is never questioned but certainly rare to find
We may clap at the frank admission of guilt
It may not a strong basis on which anything can be built
It is Lovely and nice to ask for purity
As we often insist for fine blend of quality
Nothing can be assured in return
To go for real check is your turn
We all can and try to gain sympathy
Yet we can avoid pain and apathy
People will only applaud for good oratory
We only have to repent for sin and feel sorry
If we have acted nicely in time with high morale
You have fresh air to breathe or inhale
The memory may fade away as bad dream
It will bite your conscious even if not dream
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hang them
O, creator, how to term act so cruel?
Should this be considered welcome and well?
Why not you punish them with your weapon?
They are not afraid and consider it as deserved coupon,
Shame, shame and shame on you,
You can’t be the creation of THOU,
Your are dark spot on humanity and shame,
Why we pray God and system not blame
All news head lines buzz with the stories,
This increases the burden and more worries,
Where we want to go and carry the world?
Committing the sins in day light with blood cold,
Actors, politicians, Godfathers all in race,
Descending gloom with dark paint on face,
Never hesitate to perform the bad act,
Money had blinded them and badly reacts,
Hang them, hang them is the out cry?
Should they be spared with life and why?
May they be preferring flights in the sky?
Not a shame on face and never feeling shy,
Bachelor and soldieries commit some times folly,
Situation responsible and not individuals wholly,
But these are respectable and influential,
Such stupid act committing in area residential,
Teenage girl may have to hide face and suffer,
No body to come forward and good words offer,
Nothing will guarantee her lost honour and pride,
Will have to say indoor and face hide,
Parent, if poor, will accept in kind,
Prestige and honour may not matter and mind,
Will go for any settlement and find,
Suitable match for any of the kind
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New Biography
See youve got the new biography
Where did they get the info from
Same as before some, so called friends
Who claim to have, known me then
How come theyve got such good memories
And I cant even remember last week
Got to queston where theyre coming from
What knowledge of me is it that they speak
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, oh the name game,
Lord its a cryin shame
Lord tell me whats to blame
Reinvented all the stories they know
Give them all a different slant
What is it that theyre really looking for
Just a hobby on the internet
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, the name game,
Oh its such a cryin shame, tell me whos to blame
If they didnt really know me way back
How can they know me now, in any respect
Its a pity they dont feel the pain
That they should pay the price to play, to play
The fame game, the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play, have to play the fame game
Oh the name game, its a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They keep on playin
The fame game, oh the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Keep on playin the fame game
Lord, the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They just keep on playin the fame game
Oh the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
Keep on, keep on playin..
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Don't Hurt
Don’t hurt the poor’ sentiments
They have nothing to offer as comments
They have pitiful eyes but not for offering curses
It may be certainly a pointer with tears
Don’t we feel shame when tons of grains are lost?
Only because we can’t store with safety even though needed most
Whom are we fooling to add the plight?
Is it humanity versus humanity fight?
I find no answer as we are not less than vultures
Take out the flash as and when found for sure
No sparing of any soul for greedy needs
Who are we going pay any heed?
We claim near to God yet involve in dirty game
We bow head before God but feel no shame
We yet to ask more blessings in our venture
This is how we see our glorious future
If people semi starved and kept at bay
Make it determined bid to stay away
It may engulf your complete empire
This is fact and not simple satire
Many empires have been lost and re-emerged
They are poor but never approach or come to urge
They have only open sky to look at nothing to worry
They may sleep with empty stomach but feel no sorry
Make a point not to waste a single grain
It may cause no stir but only amount to drain
Are we not making cruel joke by simply wasting
When millions of people go hungry and fasting
I read with concern all the revelation
It raises eyebrows with many questions
No one seems moved at the deterioration of store facility
People remain there and there with loss of enough quantity
It may not amount anything
But food can’t be supplanted for something
They need two time square meals
Only this much if we can do to heal
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Look Forward
I feel same sun shine everyday
As usual appearance of bright rays
Normal movement on the road with fresh start
To enjoy the life and know it as real art
Yes for god only knows since how many years
The sun and moon without single miss fail to appear
We on earth count days and time for New Year
Where as nature has already blessed us for not to fear
Nature comes to you not as surprise
It is with full of energy and surprises
If we are generous enough to pick it as chance
We must look back and evaluate it ourselves once
Why we want to have fun fare with any reason?
Nothing was wrong through out the year with seasons
We only had some bitterness with some of the persons
We forgot to know the real blessings favored upon
I shall look towards sky and pray for its vastness
Looks hollow yet how much greatness on face?
Light, dark, sun and moon along with stars find refuge
Yet we raise doubt and argue with the thoughts to refuse
Let us celebrate end of the year as not bye gone time
It might have been unfavorable to us sometimes
But over all it might have proved beneficial to us
Let us be grateful for what was given to us with trust
Let us look forward for some more bright days ahead
Life is uncertain and demands from us to offer lead
Try and make efforts to catch danger in time or read
Try to maintain peace at heart till you are dead
Make it worth that you are leading as human being
World is not limited for rich people or kings
They have come and gone still world remains same
Let us claim ourselves as worthy children and not feel shame
When it is known to us that life has limited span
We needn’t have reason to rejoice for any future plan
Tackle it honestly with much fun fare and rejoice
New Year or bye gone remains to be seen as our choice
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Middle Class Bucks
People who abuse the art of making excuses...
By using them to protect themselves,
To slander someone else.
Will experience a slow unvealing of their deeds,
To produce what others would not believe.
And when this happens,
The ostracizing for them becomes unbearable.
They begin to wear,
Their hearts on their sleeves!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepless nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtless...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains.
People want others to believe,
They are who they say they are...
And not what people see.
They are clever with deception,
Using this before...
To some successful degree,
That has been clinically explored!
With a cloaking that goes ignored.
Until it becomes obvious,
What they use has been a crutch!
They would love to see themselves as 'angels'...
But they wallow in envy.
And this shows much too much!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepness nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtlessness...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains!
They do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
And they hand this 'legacy' down to their children.
Who become locked up...
With an assortment of dysfunctions!
That squeeze taxpayers...
From their hard earned cash.
But this rapidly fading source of income!
Moves from many in a pace that is fast.
And once described with pride,
As middle class bucks!
A relic that had been in a most recent past!
From a time when all participated,
In messing their lives up!
They do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
But this campaign like others that come to an end,
Brings to them an awakening!
With a self examination...
That puts their pettiness to a definite end!
With a new beginning,
That frees them from the practice...
Of their deliberately activated limiting sins!
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Oblivion
thunder and lightning, gunfire,
the stench of death...
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant get our breath!
drum beat and shadows,
lost in the blinding heat.
dead poets and childrens' bodies,
rubble beneath our feet.
smoke fills the air-
trees fall, rivers run dry.
fighting over a loaf of bread,
and the last bowl of rice.
ghoulish gasoline prophets
ring the bell, count the cost...
old people put out on the streets,
now all is over, all is lost.
forgotten faces lost in the roar,
demons dance on unmarked graves.
the bell of freedom rains down fire,
while we hide like fugitives in caves.
and the sound of the wheels,
louder and louder till we're deaf!
we take and burn and use
till nothing good is left
and the face of our hell
is just the face of our desires.
we turn away from those around us,
while our hunger feeds the fire.
thunder and lightning, gunfire,
the stench of death.
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant even get our breath!
smoke fills the air,
trees fall, rivers run dry.
fighting over a loaf of bread,
and the last bowl of rice.
and the sound of the wheels,
louder and louder till we're deaf.
we take and burn and use
till nothing good is left.
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant even get our breath!
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
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Solution Present
If you don't say and admit
You are not human and at all fit
Blot on humanity and expresses weakness or inability
No one is perfect, must understand and act
We are helpless animal
Even though called human
We act some times cruel
And role played is also dual
So speak different and act contrary
Claim for credit when it is not necessary
No courtesy for friends and adversary
The trend changes all of sudden as it is temporary
We are powerful enough to boost little achievement
But take no care to offer words for resentment
We feel bad at heart but conceal it skillfully
As if cheated an intelligent person successfully
Try to adopt a stand that can be called conciliatory
The explanation must be honest confession and not story
It speaks well of a person to admit drawbacks frankly
Some of it can be admitted openly and spoken gently
I wish to be part of similar society
Where one can openly admit as guilty
'All your sins are washed off by Him'
'If admitted with clear heart before him'
I shall not hesitate to ask for apology
That can be best option available in society
People are liberal enough to offer forgiveness
Such noble gesture can be very well seen on face
One thing should be made sure and understood
Not all the fair practice must be digested as food
Sometimes other acts are also needed to protect
Life can't be put at risk if demands force to react
Truth admission is alright to certain extent
It may provide food to realize for moment
Yet it has some limitations and needed close look
One should not remain dependant for solution present in book
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A cut throat
Men do cut the throats
Thay consider human beings as goats
There is wide difference between animals and man
If we consider it as human
The god has put very kind heart
Let it beat with very good start
Th peace may transecend on earth
You may be able to silently breath
why do we hate?
can any one state?
it is still not late
before it seals our fate
we may move blindly
may not offer words kindly
it may still not be considered silly
But to bear hatred may be blamed wholly
it generates enmity and anger
we are already suffering from hunger
there is no room for more of such feelings
it is eating us and definitely killing
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We Are Mortal
Where silence is needed
The advice must be heeded
Where words are to be spoken
The tongue should never be shaken
Everybody knows that we are mortal
No one can stop death’s arrival
Yet we don’t surrender merely on account of fear
Every now and then we don’t shed the tears
Where one must assertively pronounce
He should do it with high note and announce
Out of million only one brave soul may emerge
He will guide your destiny in crucial stage
What could mar your march or destiny?
Color, creed, race or reasons so many?
People may respect your high stature
As country can see in you a bright future
Hardly may you find a star among us?
To whom you can blindly put faith and trust
They have observed trauma of pain
How person can be made slave and kept in chain
It is shame to be discriminated on any count
Thank God he has blessed us with same blood count
Color is same and feelings also not different
But difference is seen and felt apparent
No people have suffered more than the blacks
What a history we have to learn as period of dark?
How much cruelty on the freedom and liberty?
This can push us to the Dark Age with full certainty
I shall pay great tribute to all those heroes
Who laid their lives else we would been only zero
What else we can expect than shedding of own blood?
Where people live in misery and die for the want of food
Let us rise and claim great respect for such leaders
We feel so much pain and grief as simple readers
How pain and sufferings they might have seen in their age?
I shall have no words to inscribe it on the golden page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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