Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
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Veteran
They preferred death to honour
No to life for dishonour
To die for the cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will find hell is let loose and find exit
Country may not know it so soon
Bodies may be flown in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn and offer roses on death
You may be down in history as hero
Over night change of status from zero
You may be nobody but never forgotten
You may shine as lamp from small lantern
Veterans were not war mongers
They were true sons and messengers
They made smooth and easy passage
Countrymen can lead life with peaceful message
Why one may need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in entire span
He may not bother where does he belong or clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much with sole concern
How can we forget our comrade and veterans?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pora, Pora, Pora
Pora, Pora Pora is word used to say'Go off'
'Go off 'shouted a father of brave son,
'Here lay my son' I need no polson,
dare not to step in my courtyard?
Go, stay away and keep many yard,
Many brave officers laid their lives,
Just to defend and save husbands of wives,
jumped to death, cared not for life,
saved precious monument when situation not rife,
Whole country is mourning death,
Paying homage and offering wreath,
He may be buried in simple manner,
But not allow any who is more sinner
'TaJmahal' may loose status of heritage,
loose its pride because of sacrilege,
May not it stand in form of vintage,
lie in rubble, may remain only on page,
Politicians may come and also go
Country may burn but vote bank not forgo
old may go and replace by some one,
All may be different but stage only one,
Who will be axed and who will be taxed?
No change of scene, problem only waxed,
what a way of putting country to a shame,
Shame act not but whom do we blame,
Such was the outburst from a slain hero,
Top politicians tried to make him zero,
“I should have not visited” if he not soldier,
Let dog not visit home if not lost life on boarder,
Let country go to dogs and hell,
when others do fair and I share shell,
If no spoils or booty what do we share,
Then how do I feel? Not any better,
I should have my share and not care
Let that come from arms, ammunition or ware,
I care less and think no more,
I am politician and not simple whore,
People not remember and soon may forget,
We may talk more at the time of budget,
Inquiry may be held and publish in gazette
Guilty will be free and soon offered fete,
Ghosts may emerge from single window,
Buried will get up and not leave their shadow,
It will be very difficult to rebuild the country
But soon may be upheaval and also new entry.
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Cowardice Act
“To leave the field and run for life”
Leaving the children behind and wife
To hide the face and not face the challenge
To deceive somebody and retract the steps or renege
These are called cowardice acts
Everybody may come forward and sharply react
You will find no place to hide
Its implications are more and wide
Life may be sharp but not edge of the knife
You got to act when situation is rife
Kill or get to be killed is suddenly forgotten,
Thousands of thoughts invade and come often,
Who stands alone amidst ruins,
Bury the dead for honor and not coins,
Worries for dead to offer descent burial
Not to offer any excuses or denial
Not all becomes commanders in field,
Sacrifice life but never submit or yield,
Stick to position and ground very well hold,
Recover more and bring glory to their fold,
With sudden burst of fire shells,
Coward sees it as raining hell,
Think not of holy land but ready to sell,
Let country suffer but I must do or fare well,
It is not confined to war zones alone,
Every field is engulfed and very prone,
the question is where to start and where to end?
All mixed signals received but where to bend?
Material gain can be even compensated,
Loss of lives can still be tolerated,
Food sometimes, we find, may be adulterated,
but how the cowardice can be equated?
Russians lost the war not because they were not brave,
fought valiantly but fallen with honor to graves
It were human waves after waves that stood ground,
New elements in history where honors was found,
To witness the injustice and not to act,
Tolerate the tyranny and not to react,
Shut the eyes to reality or fact,
It is cowardice act in matter of fact,
World cares for brave and pays the homage,
Cowards finds no favor and name only damage,
History remembers them for their brave acts,
Not a word to their dishonor as a matter of fact
Why country or nation has to face the shame?
Why to go after damage control blame game?
Why have we to go for remedial acts?
Only for their action country has to sign humiliating pacts
What can be done with land already parted?
How national pride is revived and started?
How can any nation stand with lost face?
Have we to try sincerely for steps to retrace?
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My Country Bleeds
My country is bleeding to death,
Daily we mourn the dead and lay wreath
Could do absolutely nothing to prevent
Blasts and deaths daily occurrences as if there are no more event
Some people come on bike and strike with gun,
terrorist emerge all of sudden and shoot for the fun
People are caught in cross fire and go for the run
What a shame on earth? Are we happy under the sun?
Country’s existence and honor is at stake
Still there is no unity and people are not wake
No one thinks of humanity and survival is at sake
How to mourn death and celebrate the occasion with cake?
We expect many more such strikes if we remain discerned
People and country should have more concerns
Holy places are on hit list but who knows when?
Danger may be lurking from all over then
Enemies may strike when they are firmly placed in
outside danger may be less but more from within,
Keep them at bay and don’t let them assemble
Sacrifice will not go in vain if enemy is put in trouble
Rain water may flow on ground but blood will remain
When blood is mixed with water it will not go in drain
Don’t aggravate the situation by mere propaganda and refrain
Save country from dishonor and never complain
Asked not? What country has done for you or does?
Only offer self and it may serve purpose
Sacrifice is the only answer that lies with you
You survive or die.honour becomes due
Stop death game once for all and offer the peace best
Stop orgy of violence and unwanted or needless unrest
Come to the sense and deliver the rest
Bad phase will be over if we stand the test
Nothing has proved yet and enough is enough
Strike at the root and prove little tough
Let the enemy know, gun will match the gun
Pride and honor to be preserved and not made a fun
Will youth of today rise in arm and hunted enemy to be slained?
Salute to brave people and warning enemy not to strike again
Always ready to die by putting country first
Attempt to flush them as crisis has become worst
It is possible that you will be lost from memory
Country may be burdened more with worry
No one will remember who defended the honor
it may be by all sections including minor or major
It is not important how long did you live?
It only matter how you lived and what did you believe
So when it comes to defend the country?
You got to offer yourself and make the entry
Politicians always scrounge and people may laugh,
Words may be spoken but may not be that enough
Few rose petals may be offered by them and laid as wreath,
Tears too may be shed when stopped last breath,
What we need today is strong will power?
Not many building and no high rising towers
We should stand united and display strong will
Defeat the enemy designs and go for the kill
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh peace, where do I find you.....
Oh peace, where do I find you
I search you everywhere in my country but I could not find you
Oh peace, our countrymen love to have you in their hearts
but now your presence is not there to have a peaceful life.
Oh peace where do you go and where can I find you
I see our mothers tears in my country more than rain has poured
I see our nation's charming beauty is lost and its taken away from many acts of hate
I see our people wandering like broken arms to recover their lost freedoms
I see our people beautiful brotherly smiles lost where anger knows no boundaries
I see our people often plant a seed of peace to grow smoothly
but often its burn like a wild fire to the ash by our leaders
We are yet to free from political terrorism and thugs in our own country
and they have trapped us behind shelter of broken promises and blatant lies
Always, life seems to be enjoyed with another man's hearts pain
Oh peace, what have we done to you for you to keep us away within reach
If our country is peaceful, it will blossom like a flower
There is nothing more precious than peace in this world
But peace without justice will not make any nation peaceful
because injustice is the enemy of peace
So, let us find peace where ever it is there within our reach in our minds and hearts
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @Feb/2010 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Ungrateful stage
Ungrateful stage
We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will
How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?
We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?
They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons
Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?
We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted
On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce
We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide
You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement
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Believe it as right
Rejoice o, sons of soil and celebrate
The happiness and joy how to narrate
It has found its ultimate and logical end
The tyrant was forced to flee and inclined to bend
The popular will has prevailed and won
The hardship and pain may finally be gone
Let another tyrant not enter through back door
The country belongs to all including very poor
Years have passed in turmoil and end was not in sight
No one was able to judge and believe it as right
How can a single individual rule over millions hungry?
When there was no love for countrymen and country?
The endurance has now no more stretching space
We have been pushed into corner for mad race
It was unknown tyrant to long for such a long
Why did he not know he was doing something wrong?
How can we remain in palace when country men were dying in hunger?
Why can’t one understand that people are unhappy and raging with anger?
Even if tyranny is to find a favor one must act sensible and be compassionate
His rule can be disliked by many but must beat with aspirations and resonate
This is how we have witness over number of years in recent days
People have taken to streets and forced the tyrants to go away
What would they do with stolen national wealth when it is needed here?
How would they feel comfortable when they will find place no where?
The last Great Mughal Emperor Bhadurshah Jafar missed his motherland
He was exiled by foreign invaders for annexing the complete land
How much desperate he was when his last days were near?
He could not find burial land for waging holy struggle for years
People do remember great sons of soil and patronize
They will never agree if attempt is made for country to colonize
It is stand not acceptable as it is breach of promise and amounts to compromise
Even blind ruler may find the revolt much to his astonishment and surprise
It is sad to witness some of innocent deaths
The countrymen may remember their sacrifice and lay a wreath
It may always be commemoration to their selfless service
Whole country may be weeping over martyr’s death and not as demise
The new day may come with lot many aspirations and expectations
New rule with lots of welfare measures may sound as an indication
In any set up people wish is supreme and may stay as final
Any attempt to sabotage it may lead to down fall or tyrant’s funeral
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Nine Eleven Zero One (misplaced poem)
(09/13/11)
Two days before my birthday
The united states was attacked
By a band of terrorists
That threw this country back.
Never in our history did another
Country come into ours.
Bringing destruction and death
Like a thunderous shower.
They say they did it for ALLAH
Which I find it hard to believe
That GOD, no matter what he may
Be known as, would tell people
To kill one another - knowing that
there are so many who are sister and brother.
So many different religions, so many
Different beliefs, would not do this
To put a country in grief.
A war whether it be declared or not
Have soldiers meet on a battlefield.
There is no honor when you sneak
Up on another and thrust a knife in their back.
Maybe this is the reason it’s called a sneak attack.
They are convinced that martyrs they will be
And that they will LIVE - in their country’s history.
If it is six months from now, or twenty years from now
Their names will never be remembered or put on a plaque
The cards are against them, its already been stacked.
We will find the origin from where they came
And their country s life will never be the same.
So to the supporters of this terrorist attack
We will search for you, there’ll be no turning back.
poem by Louis Rams
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Short Memory
We have short memory
Only express regret and sorry
Occasionally utter some words and offer solace
Relatively under sadness or what ever the case
Life has become very cheap and unworthy
Yet some of the services deserve sympathy
They are put above the entire existing one
As very noble and praise worthy work has been done
No t that life is not dear
Not that they are unaware and hear
All types of demoralizing stories and motives
Yet they remain aloof and subjective
Death is certain for any living individual
It must be treated as certainty and takes as casual
Yet no one throws away life for silly causes
It is demanded only when some danger clouds chase
There might some black sheep as well
But here some different story is to tell
No one stops work for a while
It is pursued relentlessly in its own style
We mourn the death and proclaim sacrifice
Put all kinds of honor on his demise
Nation remembers his adventure for holding flag
His body is carried away in carriage with simple tag
“Here lays great son of the soil” the wordings may be read
Nation remembers his heroic struggle and may be lead
Words not to supplement the loss but to commemorate
His upholding of rituals which fairly stand above and relate
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My Native Land!
WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
Where the flames of light and feeling glow;
Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
Where the bounding heart swells strong and high,
With holy hopes which may not die--
There is my native land!
What is that bright land's music name?
Ere it bent its neck to a foreign yoke,
It was called the land of the broad strong oak--
The land of the free--the German land--
But her sons lie slain by the stranger's hand,
And she weeps sad tears of shame.
Why does the minstrel's country weep?
That the hurricane's rage hath bowed the pride
Of those who should stem the rising tide;
That her princes quail--and that none will hear
Her holy words of might and fear--
Therefore my land must weep!
To whom does the minstrel's country call?
It calls to the silent heavenly powers,
With despair, as the thunder darkly lowers,
For its freedom--for those who should break its chain--
For the hand that never strikes in vain--
To these doth my country call!
For what does the minstrel's country sigh?
That the bloodhound may hunt beyond the bound
Of the soil which brave hearts make holy ground;
That the serf may cease; and our sons be free,
Or those who have borne them, cease to be--
For this does my country sigh!
And still doth the minstrel's country hope?
Her hope is firm, for her cause is good--
That her brave will rise, and her true in blood;
And that God the avenger, our fathers' God,
Will mark the tears that bedew her sod--
Such is my country's hope!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
Let there not be a single word in dishonor
It is unique incidence and can’t be termed as minor
It shall be termed as heroic struggle with dedication
It will be seen as total commitment with indication
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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
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John Mitchel
I.
DEAD, with his harness on him:
Rigid and cold and white,
Marking the place of the vanguard
Still in the ancient fight.
The climber dead on the hill-side,
Before the height is won:
The workman dead on the building,
Before the work is done!
O, for a tongue to utter
The words that should be said—
Of his worth that was silver, living,
That is gold and jasper, dead!
Dead—but the death was fitting:
His life, to the latest breath,
Was poured like wax on the chart of right,
And is sealed by the stamp of Death!
Dead—but the end was fitting:
First in the ranks he led;
And he marks the height of his nation's gain,
As he lies in his harness—dead!
II.
Weep for him, Ireland—mother lonely;
Weep for the son w'ho died for thee.
Wayward he was, but he loved thee only,
Loyal and fearless as son could be.
Weep for him, Ireland—sorrowing nation
Faithful to all who are true to thee:
Never a son in thy desolation
Had holier love for thy cause than he.
Sons of the Old Land, mark the story—
Mother and son in the final test:
Weeping she sits in her darkened glory,
Holding her dead to her stricken breast.
Only the dead on her knees are lying—
Ah, poor mother beneath the cross!
Strength is won by the constant trying,
Crowns are gemmed by the tears of loss!
Sons of the Old Land, mark the story—
Mother and son to each other true:
She called, and he answered, old and hoary,
And gave her his life as a man should do.
She may weep—but for us no weeping:
Tears are vain till the work is done;
Tears for her—but for us the keeping
Our hearts as true as her faithful son.
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Life After Death
(ian hunter)
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Do you stop take another roller coaster ride
Do I beg, steal, cheat or lie? oh my is there life after death?
Oh I wish Id never smoked so much
I wish Id never felt the devils touch
All that passes through my eyes so fast. oh my.
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Its such a sad sad song
Mother nature aint never wrong
She always tells you when youre getting on
Oh my, is there life after death?
I can hardly wait to see my face
Will I still have one in a different place
Oh youll forgive me if I hesitate, but oh my
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is it any wonder, I feel just a little bit under
I hear choirs filled with fenders say return to sender
Jumping information, Ive got hyperventilation
Will it help me if I walk the streets
I gotta get down search around here dragged by my feet
Oh no I never knew those (? )
Im gonna shake it, shake it, shake it, is there life after death
I cant remember when I felt so sick and rough
And now theyre gonna legalise the stuff
It sure tells you when youve had enough, off the cuff
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe,
Ive run out of breath.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Joy in life
There is no sensation or joy in life
You are not with me as mate or wife
In every object I see you or find
Nothing appeals me even air or wind
I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance
I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile
Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry
It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test
Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honourable way
Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and save
Move on with mission and sail on waves
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
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A soldier is never.....
A soldier can never be known by his profession
A brave soldier needs no confession
He has no appetite for any season
He has to be in battle green with all the reasons
For little emergency his leave is cancelled
He is easily way laid and ambushed or killed
With his presence there prevails complete lull
He is committed for cause and remains truthful
He is living with most dangerous time zone
Little carelessness on his part means life is gone
They are known as brave sons of the soil
Any attempt made by the enemy stands to foil
It is respectful and dedicated service
Whole nation pays homage on his demise
His sacrifice is mostly taken on high note
Any deviation or desertion is taken as black spot
To serve motherland is considered as holy task
He may loose his life in powerful blast
He is there to serve up to last
No doubts can be raised or simply cast
He has to walk on sharp edge
His sharp intelligence works as knowledge
It is not loss of life that matter
Nothing can be compensated later
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A courageous stand
You dash against wall
When there is distress call
Wait for none and respond
Decision fast and in split second
It is state of an alert mind
No waste of time for alternate to find
Dare devil's approach and desirous result
These are inherent and inbuilt
Thousands died for preservance of freedom
The thought for personal safety occurred seldom
It is exceptional feat and performed by an individual
It is unique and can’t be termed as casual
What would have been in heir mind when crisis rose?
Why did they opt for sacrifice or chose?
We can ponder over the issue and search
Exact state of mind prevailed in time as such
There should prevail no confusion in mind
The devotion to duty has made them almost blind
There have no other thoughts then to perform
Some of the qualities are definitely inborn
It is not in anybody’s domain
The concern is always there and may remain
What counts most is exact time and nature?
This ties our identity with future
So when we remember and think of dead
We salute and appreciate them as they lead
It was no less credible step and taken
Any reversal might have left us shaken
Many may argue in favor or against
So many may go for it and insist
This was the only best course open
As the thrust was all of sudden
It is desire to die for the cause
Life may be pushed back stage or paused
This is how soldiers die on front
When they are ordered to confront
Those who survive are called veterans
The torch bearer persons with lanterns
What else they have to offer to us?
Only good example and repositioning of trust
Those who laid down lives are martyrs
We have bade farewell with tears
They are almost their in our heart
They gave us fresh least of life and good start
No second thought must cross the mind and rule
A wise can die and not the fool
It is always an exemplary approach with some promise
Thousands can be saved on his death or demise
Courage has nothing do with age
One lives with it and manages
No one know when time may come to prove
The theory stands good and no one can disapprove
We are proud of their association
It gave us strong and confident nation
we offer only floral tribute
There is still more to contribute
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sacrifice once again
You did it once again
It was not for position to regain
It was pure sacrifice
We sincerely mourn your demise
Your are brave soldiers of holy land
You considered foe as friends
You were deployed there to protect the frontier
You were deployed there as soldier
We all slept here with peace
You were torn there in pieces
Daily some of you were dying
It was willingness for laying
You were paid from treasury
You had all pains and misery
How much hardship and difficult way?
We had glimmer of hope and ray
O, brave sons of the soil
You stand there for enemy’s attempts to foil
You live under constant fear and fire
We have no words for you to admire
What else can we do for you?
Is it not equally right and true?
We can see the reason through
You are there not for us to woo
You have opted to stay there
You could stay in comforts here
You have all the freedom to go else where
You have chosen that path true and fair
Nation may remember your true service
No words can supplement or suffice
It is only your dedication that may speak
You are strong and not merely weak
You have all the options open
You can come back and life re open
It will be possible only when
Peace and tranqulity prevails then
We speak true words from our heart
For you it maybe beginning or start
There lies complete open path
There is always danger and bloodbath
How many bullets may be piercing through?
How many may be incapacitated too
It is daily scene of the day
There lies dangerous way
We don’t hesitate to pass the remark
Nation may be poised to embark
It may scale new heights with glory
The page may be re written with different story
You blood may not go in vain
It will always be our pride main
You will rule and guide our destiny
We have attained freedom after great struggle or mutiny
You may shine in sky as bright star
You may remain with us and not so far
You may twinkle there and inspire
We have no words except to admire
You may live long as stars and sky
Our land and sky will be open to fly
It is your valiant effort and try
We raise our head with pride and not feel shy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace and honor for new nation
Peace and honor should go together
It is big question to understand and bother
It involves no big or small nations
But question of deep attachment in relation
No country may want to live under shame
Popular will in this sense can’t be blamed
The tolerance has its limit and may anytime explode
At any time to attain the real freedom
Even bad rulers may be tolerated
If their steps are welfare oriented
Certain amount of misrule is also of less concern
Until it speaks of no bad intention and turn
The desert fox connived for higher ambition
It exceeded all civil norms and limitations
People could no more trust for their lives
Normal men had no means with peace to live
Country could afford no more burdens
It needed out burst with ignition all of sudden
One more fatal blow and nation was to be restored
To its full glory of past and honored
Finally it has seen the golden day
Peace has finally descended in its own way
Country has witnessed enough of bad blood
There is shortage of medicines, commodities and food
Libyan people are brave and blessed with natural wealth
There is enough to eat and manage for good health
If people are happy and remain united
It is befitting occasion to feel as librated
Any nation may feel proud with its ancient heritage
Only rulers take note of it and ably manage
Whether system is democratic or with semi pattern
It must be happily shared by all without any concern
We all must wish this young nation a prosperous start
Live in harmony with neighbors and never depart
From stated position of non-interference and neutrality
That shall certainly grant peaceful atmosphere with stability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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