Never Lets You to Sleep
The known inflicted injury never lets you to sleep
In one corner of world you constantly repent and weep
That lessens the burden to some extent but you are grieved
Something wrong has been done in past and that is sincerely believed
I did it even after facts were known
The aircraft was intensely blown
The unarmed people were done to death
Entire enemy nation condoled and laid the wreath
“I am extremely sorry” for what I did five decades earlier
I would be condemned by history and termed as liar
I am unable to pardon for so called nationalistic act
The mystery behind it remains as unknown fact
I rang up all the hair apparent of crash victims
There hardly remained any reminiscences
I sincerely apologized for what had been termed as a hostile act
As a soldier I had no option but to obey and not to react
I knew the aircraft was not on surveillance
It was on routine sortie with V.I.P’s presence
Hardly any trace of weapon of destruction
But we had to shoot down with clear instructions
The aircraft was showing some sign of helplessness
I could read the message and find the mess
The innocents were to be going down for no faults
I was going to shoot it down with clear guilt
After many long years of silence I sympathize
With the bereaved families and honestly realize
How was it great error of misjudgment?
When two powers were involved at hostile movements
Both countries had lost substantially in men and material
Opportunistic statements were made to fool the people with denials
God only knows who suffered most on both the sides
The differences grew in large proportions and very wide
I look back and analyze the gravity of situation
The war is no option and has no logic for its continuation
We, the solders, are defender of the countries frontier
Our position and sentiments were never realized earlier
(The poem is dedicated to pilot who shot down plane of C.M in 1965)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I would like to mention that I have flown the 262 first in May '43. At this time, the aircraft was completely secret. I first knew of the existence of this aircraft only early in '42 - even in my position. This aircraft didn't have any priority in design or production.
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Free My Poem
Free my poem;
In no demand of ransom
never mind:
smells pungent,
looks nerdy and resembles anger
never mind it undresses to fondle your
friend down there
with a very weakest erection
never mind explosive and venomous
never mind/ rejected a puppetry motion
I know my poem is a complete opposite of
what you’ve thought poetry was
my poem had a reason that is very valid
to squash your dignity
and conflict your principles
this poem is so microscopic
but it can bury your balls in peace
and skip a mourning chapter
-this dirty poem remains a pilot
that delivers the message as instructed
-this poem
is a lost and found material
(Banned)
unable to break the silence…
-this poem
is an aircraft
It lives the masses in a brain crash
-this poem
is phosphorus
It can only glow in the dark
-this poem
Can not praise for a mere hand shake nor milkshake
Not ever! !
-this poem
knows no stage freight
It shall never play a leading role in relieving you from a mental constipation
how so unlucky Verwood is!
Coz
-this poem
can befriend general b.h.e.k.i c.e.l.e
and find solace in shoot to kill nonsense/
so free nothing but my poem! !
poem by Moses Shimo Seletisha
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War Destruction
Have you ever counted dead in battle field?
Rifles in hand and ground firmly held
Not given an inch of the holy mother land
Laid down lives while defending at the at the far end
How much time it needs to sweat in peace time?
Countless hours spent just for planning sometimes
With only view in mind that it may bleed less
When time comes for actual war to face?
Wars are not liked but forced on to fight
It may be imposed whether you are wrong or right
Boarders are put on alert with lots of inconvenience
Mass exodus of people can be seen both the sides at once
Nobody may want hostile atmosphere
Peaceful countries always avoid and truly fear
Country’s progress can be taken several years back
So much loss, future and economy at stake!
Life comes to standstill with no sign of immediate peace
Countries at war are in no mood to please
Initial thrust is at capturing as much land as possible
Problem may start later on with grave trouble
War may be over with third party mediation
Leaving behind misery and lots of questions,
Human losses and material destruction
Where from to receive now fresh instructions?
Civilian population as well as fighting soldiers
No one is pleased to feel happy either
Life here or there valued same for the bereaved families
As no one was ever expecting to be enemies
Deep distrust and hostility in mind is brewing
Divide of boundaries and unrest is clearly showing
Yet it is ceasefire call and must be brought back to normal
Normalcy is limping back after resumption people’s arrival
There is much to think about and assess in depth
How many families might have cursed and wept?
Even thought it is holy task of defending motherland
But something must be done to build confidence and remain as friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ironically, the Canadian naval vessels, aircraft and personnel in the Persian Gulf I mentioned earlier who are fighting terrorism will provide more support indirectly to this war in Iraq than most of the 46 countries that are fully supporting our efforts there.
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Mr Bose good you never completed your war
Ah that untraceable in history
This is going to annoy many people
The ones who are searching for his remains
Trying to find out where he was knocked off.
The facts are there for all to see
Just look at those photographs
His jingoist military style
A fascist air about him
German submarines and Nipponese aircraft
Piggybacking on a rotten Japanese army
Whose cruelty even the best could not have overlooked
And a whole people across Asia can never forgive
Gandhi saw through him…
And the rest is history.
poem by Chootez Lao
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Si may go
Si (she) may go; Si (she) may go,
Left with no option but to forgo
She had expressed desire earlier,
I termed her as complete liar,
She came with old proposal,
Things were ready for her disposal,
She may be engaged and start packing,
Marriage is best way and has parent’s backing,
“Good, Good” acknowledged with grief,
Shock was not sudden but news brief,
Story was with “if” and shrouded with mystery,
Was not at all going to create history,
She was almost there with me everyday,
Exchange of views with good morning a day,
Face only shown rest veiled and covered,
Only picture in mind and simply remembered,
Wanted me as special friend but with restriction,
Simple talk with no excuses and friction,
It was irritating as I had addiction,
Leading to quarrel and mostly with questions,
She insisted her faith does not permit,
Many things acceptable but most to omit,
Can go to some extent and with limited length,
I was loosing grip and strength,
I was just reduced to a friend,
Saw imminent fall and tragic end,
Message was clear and contents sure,
She was alright but I was unsure,
She wished success and bright future,
Offering few words for sordid failure,
I understood the meaning and clear message,
Nothing was left except offering passage,
I was to remain passive and with dark,
Not to be perturbed with loud dog bark,
Lightening may be more with heavy spark,
Leaving aside oblivion with beginning and start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The White Rose of Stalingrad
Her nickname was Lilya.
In the Great Patriotic War
When Hitler’s armies invaded the Soviet Union
She became a Soviet air ace,
Known as the “White Rose of Stalingrad”.
Lydia Litvak was born
Into a Moscow Jewish family.
In 1935, at the age of 14, she joined a flight club
And a year later she had her first solo flight.
When the Germans attacked Russia,
Lilya joined the Soviet Air Force.
In the summer of 1942 she was assigned
To the 437th Combat Regiment
Fighting over the skies of Stalingrad.
At first the men were reluctant
To take her seriously
But soon it became evident
That she was an excellent pilot.
Lilya was a pensive and beautiful young woman
Who got into trouble because of deviating from
The prescribed dress code of the Soviet Air Force.
Once she cut off the fur lined trim of her boots,
Producing from it a fur collar for her flight suit.
She was jailed for the offense.
Nevertheless, her desire for expressing
Her feminine individuality was irrepressible
And she continued to design
Her own military outfit.
Among other things she bleached her hair.
Military regulations permitted this.
And then she took pieces of parachute silk,
Sewed them together,
Painted them in different colors
And wrapping them around her neck
She created her own air combat fashion.
Lilya flew a Yak-1 fighter plane,
Which she embellished in painting white roses
On its sides. She made her first kills
Of enemy planes on September 13,1942,
Shooting down two Luftwaffe aircrafts,
A Ju-88 and a Bf 109 G-2.
The German flyer of the downed Bf 109
Was Erwin Maier, a decorated combat pilot.
He bailed out and parachuted
In Soviet-held territory. He asked his captors
To see the Russian ace that shot him down.
When the Soviets brought in Lilya,
Maier thought first that they made him the butt
Of a Bolshevik joke. But after Lilya showed him
Her flight maneuvers in the dogfight,
The German pilot’s disbelief turned
To surprised admiration.
Once, during a mission, Lilya was wounded
And she belly-landed in fascist-held territory.
German soldiers were rushing from every direction
On the field to catch her. She could see them
Running towards her with their weapons in hand.
Yet before they could take Lilya captive,
A Soviet aircraft appeared from the clouds
And landed next to her. Its pilot helped her climb
Onto his plane and took off as fast as he could
Under intense enemy fire.
On another occasion, in the course of air combat
Lilya was wounded in her leg but kept engaging
The Nazi aircrafts. She had whirled between
The enemy planes painted with black crosses
On their fuselage and the underside of their wings,
The swastika insignia hectoring on their tails.
She fired at the enemy aircrafts
With high explosive ammunition
From her 20 mm cannon
And 12.7 mm heavy machine gun
And at the end she managed to bring back
Her Yak-1 to base.
Lilya’s daring exploits included the destruction
Of a German observation balloon,
Which the Wehrmacht used
For artillery targeting against Red Army positions.
The hydrogen-filled balloon was protected
By an alignment of anti-aircraft guns that created
A deadly fire wall. The balloon flew high and far,
Out of the range of the Soviet artillery
And no Red Air Force pilot succeeded
To shoot it down.
Lilya volunteered to do the seemingly impossible.
First her commanders did not endorse the sortie
Because they regarded it as a suicide mission.
But Lilya devised a plan
Of approaching the balloon
From an unexpected direction, flying over
Enemy-held territory.
She succeeded to shoot it down.
August 1,1943, was another exhausting
And bloody day of the war.
Lilya already completed three sorties
But was sent again to take off with her squadron
And escort a formation of Ilyushin II-2 planes.
As the Soviets were returning from their mission,
two German Bf-109 fighters dived on Lydia’s Yak-1.
Her plane was hit. Smoke began to pour
From its fuselage.
The German pilots recognized the white roses
Painted on the aircraft and now as many as eight
Messerschmitt Bf-109 fighter planes joined
In pursuing the damaged Yak-1 plane
Of the Soviet ace.
She could not bail out.
Her plane crashed but did not explode.
Lilya was killed of a head wound.
She was twenty one years old.
Lilya shot down 12 enemy air planes in the war
And was the top scoring female fighter pilot
Of the Red Air Force. She and her close friend,
Katya Budanova, were the only two female aces
Of the Second World War.
In 1990 USSR President Mikhail Gorbachev
Posthumously awarded Lydia Litvak
The gold medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Completely thrown
I was startled when facts were made known
I was taken back and completely thrown
I was picked from the streets for violation of modesty
No one heard my pleas and distrusted the honesty
I was picked on simple pretext that I may become threat
I was under wrong illusion and always considered self very great
This was the only reason that my overtures were wrongly taken
Even simple hello was considered as hostile and completely mistaken
I learnt a lesson from this humiliating experience
I was feeling now shame in her presence
She has cut sorry figure many times and asked for pardon
I was angry at her for being letting me down as don
I raised shirt color and moved freely as great lover
I believed in Romeo and was firm believer
I had heard enough of him and worshipped
But I never new that my wings may be clipped
I wanted to open up to her and tell about my feelings
I did not know then she was in and quietly willing
I had made overtures number of times but went unnoticed
I made futile attempts to woo her and get enticed
This was taken as affront to their pride and respect
Her family took it as insult decided quickly to act
I was rounded and roughed up in everybody’s presence
It added to my worry and made so much tense
It brought me almost to the reality and gravity of the situation
Everything was ruled out as no possibility for continuation
She stood firmly behind me and taken care to retrieve the position
We had loved each other and knew it was very good composition
I was now turned and reformed as good lover who knew all ethics
About the ups and down in the game and involvement of all mathematics
The trust and confidence was very much essential and formed basis
Now I was careful and laid some stress or clearly made some emphasis
Some of us are driven to the corner for rejection of offer
They fail to understand the situation and reason to differ
There might be many compelling reasons for saying no
It must be weighed carefully before allowing frustration to grow
To tell the truth requires immense will power and strength
A person can move on with honesty or go to any length
Still it can not be compromised on some of the aspects
As it may involve some of the good or bad acts
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I made a written report which is still today in existence. I have a photocopy of it, and I am saying that in production this aircraft could perhaps substitute for three propeller- driven aircraft of the best existing type. This was my impression.
quote by Adolf Galland
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So Much For Human Rights And Liberty
In China they jail everyone who dare to speak their mind
And even in the so called Democratic Countries you will find
That many innocents have been jailed and even executed wrongfully
So much for human rights and liberty.
Even the United States the so called Land of the free
In human rights has a poor history
And people have been wrongfully jailed and executed there
But then it's true of course that life is not always fair.
In Britain due to acts of terror by the I.R.A.
Many for the crimes of others had to pay
And spend years in jails far from home and family
Though wrongfully condemned they suffered years of ignominy
In Australia they incarcerate refugees
In detention centres in the outback in landscapes barren of trees
Though not guilty of any crimes they spend months and years locked up because
Of bureaucratic red tape and oppressive laws.
Though for freedom and justice many young men have fought and died
Not alone in China but in Countries World-wide
People are still wrongfully incarcerated at the pleasure of the State
And due to a miscarriage of justice left to an uncertain fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A War Story
There’s a story that have being told
(and I do not know if there is truth to it) ,
that after the slaughtering
of the 47th FAPLA / Cuban brigade at the intersection
of the Lomba and Cuzizi Rivers in Angola,
the mauling of several brigades on the way
to Cuito Cuanavale and the destruction
of that military airfield, the loss of many soldiers,
the destruction of nine Mig fighters
and the loss of huge amounts of Soviet equipment
Fidel Castro was very angry and in a terrible rage
brought his Cuban soldiers in Angola
up to fifty thousand, sent four hundred tanks
and his best pilots to Angola,
after the South African forces had withdrawn
which resulted in the Mig-23 attack
on the Calueque dam
in South West Africa (now Namibia) ,
where a Buffel troop carrier was lost
along with some South African soldiers.
According to the story in vengeance
a team of elite South African
Reconnaissance Commandos
was HALO dropped equipped with
the Fim-92 Stinger anti-aircraft systems
that UNITA had supplied to them,
along with some other weapons and equipment
that these special force soldiers do normally carry
to shoot down MIG-23’s
and Hind attack helicopters
that was putting UNITA under attack
and it has been told that they were dropped
near to an enemy airbase under the nose
of the large Russian aircraft that was scanning
the air for any approaching enemy activities
where they shot down
several fighter jets and attack helicopters,
but that the section-leader
left one pilot to fly off after seeing him
making a cross, begging God for mercy.
The Reconnaissance Commandos managed to withdraw,
were extracted at the allocated extraction point
without any further incident with either FAPLA
or any Cuban enemy units
but the story gets much more interesting.
It is told that while that Recce section-leader
was holidaying in the United States
he took a taxicab from the airport to his hotel,
where the driver (a former Cuban pilot) recognized him
and that he had left Cuba as a refugee.
poem by Gert Strydom
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An hostile reception
Morning cool breeze gives new hope with some message
It is enjoyed by all kinds of people regardless of age
It has same impact on the mind as some nutrition
It provides some zeal and enthusiasm with fresh ignition
High wind may support the breeze to make its presence known
It may add some kindness with the arrivals of fresh dews
They may prepare to leave the scene quietly for few
It is really amazing and thrilling for the eyes to view
Nature has many things in its armory to surprise
It has destructive power to play and bock the sun rise
Darkness may zoom over horizon and covey the forecast
There should be left no second thought and doubts to cast
It can bring number of surprises tour dismay
It can be termed as show of strength and power play
With its advent there may be fragrance and smell emerging from clay
It may unleash the reign of terror and impact will permanently stay
Sea waves may rise tremendously to shock the bank
It may clearly sweep the areas as if with devastating power of tank
It may spread its dragnet to clean up the areas and submerge the area
Prayers or humble submission will not help or any amount of plea
The nature has two ryes to reflect the kindness and ugliness
You may witness its fury with long spell of belongingness
Nature has tolerated enough of our cruelty and not objected
The tolerance has come to and end our little efforts rejected
It is clear sign of displeasure and properly conveyed
Its message must be understood and properly relayed
We need to respond to wake up call and honestly act
Nature can retaliate with all its might and react
It has natural reaction with a principal “Every action has its own reaction”
No restoration of natural order until we stop the destruction
You can clearly take it as clear signal or simple instruction
There has to be fresh out look with some new method’s induction
We re still not in position to withstand the nature’s might
We may have compelling reasons and approach may be right
It has everything to do with our survival and we must fight
Allow the nature to stay as near as possible with situation so tight
We may accept the helplessness as one time exception
The tragedy may occur often and needs fresh approach from inception
The deforestation, senseless killing of animals should find hostile reception
We must resist short tem measures from its very conception
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I need not tell you that the world situation is very serious. That must be apparent to all intelligent people. I think one difficulty is that the problem is one of such enormous complexity that the very mass of facts presented to the public by press and radio make it exceedingly difficult for the man in the street to reach a clear appraisement of the situation. … it is of vast importance that our people reach some general understanding of what the complications really are, rather than react from a passion or a prejudice or an emotion of the moment. … It is virtually impossible at this distance merely by reading, or listening, or even seeing photographs or motion pictures, to grasp at all the real significance of the situation. And yet the whole world of the future hangs on a proper judgment. It hangs, I think, to a large extent on the realization of the American people, of just what are the various dominant factors. What are the reactions of the people? What are the justifications of those reactions? What are the sufferings? What is needed? What can best be done? What must be done?
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All about fate
Before you come to know about fate
Before it is realized or come to know very late
Take it on with full and final assault
Nothing should termed then as your fault
You are destined to meet certain things
I may result concrete or into anything
You may have some satisfaction of trying
You may accept it as final without crying
It is how life moves on with all ups and down
You may gain the popularity and be the talk of town
Your name may sometimes be dragged in controversy
You have the ability to come out of it with diplomacy
It is personal matter and has its own charm
It may always help and not result into any harm
You are to maintain relations very warm
There is no need to worry or feel alarmed
You might be carried away by strong wind
You may have awkward position to find
People may try to be hostile and unkind
You got to come out of it and don’t mind
No one can alter the position
It is blended in nice composition
There is no disbelief or superstition
It comes to life with some ignition
It may add to our woe
It may unseat you or throw
Amidst all you have to grow
Stick o position and sustain the blow
You are gifted with powers to change
You have ability to write on page
It is the strong resolve that may create history
Success only as others to leave behind as mystery
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One Too Many
From the mistakes of the past we have not learned and war again it is being waged today
And in any war there never is a winner and for every war there is some price to pay
And everyone who dies in war is one too many whether it be soldier or civilian is the one to fall
It should not matter all people are equal and a soldier too is human after all.
Armies are still invading other Countries and this is the twenty first century
As long as we are ruled by ruthless people we never will know World harmony
There always is two sides to every story and those who cause wars must pay the transgressors price
And history will never look too kindly on those with power who have made the wrong choice.
This war to rid Iraq of Saddam Hussein is something we ought not to celebrate
How can you liberate a population if huge destruction in their Country you create,
On others you cannot impose your values by good example one can only lead
This war is hardly about liberation this war about it has the stench of greed.
Another war to start another century such a waste of human life and environmental destruction seems a shame
And of course there are two sides to every story and one side is not entirely to blame
And the Iraqi people will be the big losers it is their Country that is being destroyed
And this war like every war is very brutal and many injured and too many have died.
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A liar
Who can be termed as liar?
he himself is biggest fool and supplier
you can act only as offender
as wrong person you can act as defender
Some people are really big thief
They have no clear thinking and belief
they hurl anything at anybody
their words and action speak with the body
it may not be allowed for long time
neither it is appreciated nor welcome
no one can be as perfect as thief
the utterances should be precise and brief
speak different and act contrary
both in real sense certainly vary
we are sometimes amused and feel weary
it is altogether unwanted and unnecessary
To speak lies can be our weakness
to come out of it can be called frankness
to spread it further may be altogether useless
we must have enough courage and strength to face
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Nothing can stop the attack of aircraft except other aircraft.
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It Comes - Part 6
(It is suggested that the reader reads Parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 first)
Naval fighters in the vicinity of the Coast Guard flight
last known position flew towards it.
Reaching the area, they noticed
the blue light moving north and commenced their first attack.
Rockets were fired.
Great fountains of water sprouted into the air
as the rockets exploded beneath the surface.
The blue light seemed unaffected
and continued moving northward.
A second attack was launched
and further fountains of water reached out of the sea.
Slowly the blue light got smaller
as the creature dived deeper under the waves.
The fighters returned to base
to be debriefed and have their aircraft refuelled and rearmed.
Military Chiefs concurred that the rockets exploded at depths,
which could not reach the creature.
The only other way was to time the rockets
to explode with delays.
Work began on modifying the rockets
on all search aircraft.
It was tried to estimate how far down
the creature would be swimming
and how long it would take the rockets to reach it.
Each night squadrons comprising of five aircraft to search the seas.
Another month passed before the blue light was again spotted.
Naval fighters from several different countries
moved towards the position.
The first five fighters there commenced their attack.
Rockets were fired hit the water caused splashes
without exploding.
The seconds passed as the aircraft
swooped upwards out of their dive.
As they reached the top of their climb,
the rockets exploded throwing up great fountains of water
and pieces of something.
As the sea calmed a large stain that appeared red
under the moonlight surrounded the area.
The blue light had disappeared.
Deep below the surface
eyes watched as bits of the creature gently floated down.
Some pieces were intercepted by sharks.
Their eyes closed in temporary sadness.
The experiment had been a failure.
One day they would be back to try again.
The End……or is it?
3 October 2009
Author’s Note.
If you have read It Comes and enjoyed it, you might like to read other cliffhanging pieces I have written. The titles are as follows and how many parts there are.
An Invitation To Tea (A Dark Comedy) (3 Parts)
Casebook Of Oliver Cyriax 1# The Burning Bush (4 Parts)
Eyes Of Mr D (5 Parts)
The Hogarth Experiment (6 Parts)
poem by David Harris
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Weapon with mankind
Smile is biggest weapon with mankind
Go any where in world and you may find its unique kind
Eyes may speak and convey what actually you want
You need not tell what you want and what you don't
Why is it so difficult in foreign land?
When they are unfamiliar with our customs and try to be friends
Language definitely becomes barrier but proves of little hindrance
They accustom to our need and adjust fast at once
Some of the nationals may act hostile too
Their political links and past struggles forbid to
Yet financial consideration compel them to be friendly
Tourists and travelers mingle with them and exchange readily
It is nice to pay regular visits to some of the countries
It is one of the rarest experiences to exchange pleasantries
Not only countries come close but share the valuable information
That can lead to cementing the foundation with strong relation
We are tolerant society
We easily adapt to any system even if found hostile or not easy
Many countries employ rigid stand on the name of patriotism
Yet in silence too they find some kind touch of humanism
You wear good smile and your half work may be done
The favorable wind may flow and suspicion might be gone
It is man to man contact and has no bearing on past history
Leaders spoil the atmosphere but population remain least concerned with worry
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Center for study
India has remained as centre of study for the world
Where as many countries have blown hot and cold
Peace was never at their door steps leaving behind misery
Cordiality was never considered as reality and necessary
The country and its people are known by traditional values
Not by the way of loud speaking or projecting wrong views
But showing the courage and patience at the time of crisis
The culture stands as its hard core fabric and forms solid basis
It is very easy to bully small states by playing big brother’s role
Interfere in their internal affairs by unnecessary call
This is one kind of vengeance and shown towards helpless
Take full advantage of weakness and force them to abandon the race
In general, animosity is not at all welcome
It may be suiting to hardly counted or some people
Yet it cuts no ice and spoils the situation
It no condition it can be allowed with its continuation
On the other hand generosity is considered as noble gesture
It is considered as essential for stable relation or future
Humanity demands such steps as precondition for growth
Animosity must disappear from the scene and other aspect must come forth
Human nature is gifted with certain hostile aspects
It is interwoven in nature with all the respects
We feel jealousy merely on count of neighbor’s prosperity
We add fuel to faire to hide displeasure and inability
These are all virtual enemy of human race
It makes person blind and generates hatred in so many cases
Man becomes blood thirsty and runs for reprisals
Inflict personal Injuries which sometime costs fatal
We have never transported extremism to any countries
Taken full care not to imposed will and act as sentries
We have suffered a lot yet so far held the ground very well
Country is well knit and stands firm for many stories to tell
We are still facing the uncertain future with ugly scenes
Many innocents are subjected to and casualties have been
The peoples are misguided and hence give rise to animosity
This clearly demonstrates their defeat and inability
We have long roots of tolerance and are known as peaceful nation
Not only shown the courtesy and good will but maintained the relation
This has kept people prosperous and happy with progress
There is no ground to feel dejected if denied the access
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