Peace march to square
Does the silent peace march take us to square?
Do we know how to gain freedom and it lies where?
Is it in the buildings or in the palace where king lives?
Or is it the symbolic resistance or signal to which they believe?
How far the bullets may travel and pierce through?
Do they believe it right thing to do or very true?
I feel it is damaging complete confidence built so far
Indiscriminate firing can disperse the mob but can’t win the war
There is stretchable limit for any substance
It can be pulled to certain extent at once
Beyond it will result in breakage or disaster
The whole foundation can be raged to ground faster
The people’s aspirations can wait even longer
They know the reality and are no strangers
The freedom and land mother land is holier than heaven
They are prepared to lead difficult life for it even
The freedom does not come in hand over night
So much blood is shed in determined fight
No one can argue in favor or against with its course
It hardly matters if it thrust upon by peace or force
When time has come to rejoice its fruit
No one can take it away by any kind of loot
The national wealth is public property
It is powerful asset to remove the poverty
The merchant of death may not leave the path easily
They will not show any kind of willingness readily
There are silent ways to force on the perpetuators
The public rage and outburst can be seen as indicator
How many more may be lynched to death for uncertain future?
Who will promise them freedom in land and secure?
Why people are forced to resort to non violent means?
Is it seen as victory on evils by good as clear win?
People may have final say when tyrants have gone
Meanwhile enough damage might have been done
Young and old alike might have lost their precious lives
This can be termed as cowardice act in which they firmly believe
One bloodier encounter may result in heavy blood bath
No one may come forward to force them leave such path
No external but internal pressure can force them to flee
So the innocent country men can feel secure and free
It is commendable approach to adhere to non violence
The eyes of whole world is upon them and attracted hence
Whatever be outcome, there will be respite after turmoil is over
World must live up to expectation and prove humanitarian cover
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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America, the Truth
George Washington
did not part the Red Sea,
and lead us into the
Promised Land...
God, not even a white God,
did not tell us to...
slaughter the Native Americans,
and take their lands by force!
we are not the 'chosen people'!
we're just people, people
like all other people
around the world!
first, and foremost,
we are citizens of the world.
any blessing we have received
comes with the responsibility
to share it with the world...
not to force our idealogies
whether for profit or pride...
if we stand for freedom,
it means freedom for all...
regardless of color, creed,
or nationality...
we cannot rise any higher
than our actions...
cannot liberate without
first liberating ourselves...
cannot build a future
without including all
of humanity, great and small!
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
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poem by Corey Threet
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A nation to be loved
I loved the nation as anybody did
Who may not prefer prosperous nation to lead?
It is great honor to be a part of any nation
Our existence has been linked with strong relation
What can be situation if we have to live under domination?
Whole of area under occupation and total subjugation
Complete control on movements and limited supply of ration
What all these speak and give indication?
You have heart, body but no soul
The nights may be threatened with the noise of owl
Not good omen for any sensible good citizens
What can be alternatives when all options are frozen?
It is deep love and belonging to nationhood
Most sacred to defend along with motherhood
Thousands of death can be preferred to defend the country
Who else will come and guard like sentry?
No one may tolerate any type of encroachment
There has to be popular rising along with movement
Invaders can not be allowed to settle
Even if we have to shed the blood in battle
The blood must boil from within
The war must be waged to force the win
The chances may look slim and very thin
Yet it is compared to slavery scene
You are seen with scant respect
The land is tied with unholy pact
How can one nation be kept under force?
Without feeling of respect and remorse?
The freedom and liberty is snatched
The nation is denied freedom and plots are hatched
National wealth is deprived of and taken away
The whole of land is under occupation and sway
The people have right to choose their own destiny
Either it comes by peaceful means or by mutiny
No piece of land can be allowed or to be used
Any illegal entry by any means can be refused
You have been forced to follow encirclement
It is at the cost of freedom and enlightenment
We are not slave to fall in line with unreasonable demand
But in fact we are to follow their ideals and brand
Many ways are adopted to encircle the land
The economic blockade or terrorist attack from foreign land
Day light murders with bomb blasts in the streets
How can we maintain harmony and greet?
Still as countrymen and citizens we are bound to act
We can resist unholy alliance and forced pacts
We can live without cloth and bread
But can not walk with dishonor on the dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The prison of poverty...
Freedom in our land not gives us enough food,
Freedom in our land not has enough work,
Freedom in our land creates the lazy cowards,
Freedom in our land not worth to have power of people,
Believe me that we are free to do anything that could,
Walking through the streets to find out the meaning,
Of acquired freedom that we have to materialize nothing.
What a rush is this, human have no direction to go towards,
What a mad rat race is it, that human take part in it,
What a planner are these people,
who neglect the people in their planning,
What type of freedom is it that put,
minds of people in the prison of poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Palestine: Tears for Sale
clot of breathe deals
with an angel of darkness,
wishing every birth the Leon to share, clap
each night the sweat of the
mother nipple
for the conqueror leaves the day with
the shadow of death
where can I find my loneliness of the desert
crumpled in the sand of dying sun, water
comes in my lips for thirst I suffer
breaking my heart until falls to
the ground no more joy besiege; knock every
doorstep I hear yet! with teardrops of blood
catches my eyes
how many more lives I offer, for even
death soar high to cry, see the
edges of time, mark the faded people to retouch
the lasting voice of peace in the
heart to die
oh! sweet freedom I salute, sign with
honor, for never the sun stop
shinning, our race fight the joy to
live our sacred land we die freedom, freedom, a
clear and loud shout of the heart and soul of the
Mother land Palestine...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Long Live Africa
O great people of Africa, you rise
Wait for no sweet and hollow promises
Prefer to plough your own field
There will definitely be very good yield
Motherland wants more sacrifice
Not happy with unnecessary bloodshed and demises
Let them commit cruelty and spray bullets
Answer them with your own hands and ballots
Key and success is in your hand
Extend hand of friendship to them as friends
If no result comes out of it then also go forward
Now there is no scope of looking backward
Why African blood has turned yellow?
Why do they bear pain and allow
Why there is no positive result so far?
Because you have stretched too far
Let your children not suffer
Even if you may have divergent views to differ
Stand united and offer resistance
Peace is he only way out and bright chance
We shall extend cooperation
We can maintain relation
Yet it may be you who only will have to fight
Means may be wrong or right
See that no innocent is killed
See that unnecessary blood is not spilled
Freedom must be realized at any cost
Your will power and tough stand is must
Leave no stone unturned
Let peace chance not die and returned
Pick the threads from where you lost
Human misery must be avoided at any cost
Dream about peaceful nation
You may be able to establish good relation
Peace may not be far away
Stand firm; keep freedom torch burn on and stay
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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And literally absent
Speak nothing which is unpleasant
Devoid of all courtesy and literally absent
It is absolutely essential to remain away
This is necessacity of the day
See nothing which is unadvisable to see
Let people do anything as they are free
We can’t force or tell them to be self disciplined
The public life is big task and can’t that easily cleaned
Shut the ears to hear demeaning words
Can we take pride with such a scene to look forward?
To fall assassin’s bullet can only be the reward
Why not search the soul and feel from inward?
It is nicely said and not done
We still feel the battle is won
The freedom is gained and foreign yoke gone
We still live in groups and country is divided in zones
Do you think it will be unwise to follow the principles?
Why to go for uneasiness when there run the ripples?
Why so much hesitancy to adopt a reasonable path?
Why daily to witness orgy of violence with blood bath?
We may not love to live longer
Our instinct is still not that stronger
This theory holds no good any longer
We act irresponsible and rumor mongers
We have seen the great leaders to pay he price
There is echo from deafening ears for their advice
The followers have appreciated and acclaimed it as nice
The result has proved contrary and today we are paying g the price
It is better said than done
The golden phrases have emerged and gone
It can be adored in nicely bound book
We are certainly proving to be crooks
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If I Was Freedom
If i was freedom:
i would be free and for free.
Citizens of the world would'nt have to
Pay with their blood, lives and sweat.
If i was freedom,
i would be omnipresent;
in first, second and third world countries.
Poor and rich people would afford.
Black, white, green people would all know me.
If i was freedom,
i would be Nemesis:
i would destroy all humans and beast alike who seek to inhibit me,
i would conquer them with love
If i was freedom the world would be free by now.
But im not freedom.
poem by Tafadzwa Jacha
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Except more deaths
Where have you all gone?
What wrong have we done?
Why can't we hear your sweet melody?
Has any harm been done by somebody?
Heavy clouds too are not seen?
As if darkness may prevail as scene
It may cast gloom over beautiful land
If you don not shower with full force as friend
I see long and vast tracks as barren
There are no traces of trees even
The land has developed big cracks
The future seems to be bleak and at stake
More ever there bloody in fighting
Precious lives are lost in inciting
What are we fighting for an example?
Is it fight over freedom or aimless struggle?
Africans are on killing spree
Peace lovers and haters are on run and flee
The country is turning slowly into graveyard
Only locals must rise and stand on the guard
Outside help may not help and improve
The time is running out and they have to prove
Scores of people die over for keeping control
World watches helplessly as no one responds to the call
Draughts too take heavy toll and openly curse
People starve and have no time even for remorse
There is shortage for grain and relief
Weapons are available in plenty to our misbelieve
Sea pirates rule the highway on seas
No aid can reach there safely as free
You can openly witness and feel the lawlessness
The peace is the only way and option for us to chase
Let our brethrens there be spared of agony
They are short of everything including money
Every year they are faced with natural wrath
What else can be faced except more deaths?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Freedom
To free from bondage is called freedom
It is born out of struggle and wisdom
It can be armed struggle, uprising or mutiny
Its impact can be felt far off or near vicinity
It is collective and not single handedly fought
Not only involves liberation but freedom of thought
Clear vision with real goal is pursued and sought
Secure boundary is created and peace is brought
People might have suffered and under gone anguish
Pushed in jails for untold sufferings and to languish
Losses of precious human lives and resolve to perish
As freedom is not won in a single day or finished
It is holy task to liberate the land from foreign yoke
Continuous hard struggle and not a matter of joke
Many countries may not support cause and poke
They may thwart the movement under thick smoke
Freedom once won must be preserved with care
Affairs to be managed with no option to go any where
First, house should be put in order to make it reality
To meet people’s aspirations and work in unity
Hard won freedom should not be lost for silly reason
One should know the meaning of freedom of expression
It is of no use if we don’t come out of economic slavery
Country may loose independence despite bravery
Nobody is refugee here and it is home for all
National building poverty elimination should be call
Universal brotherhood and world peace should be the motto
Nobody should be deprived of life and sent or to ghetto
Freedom is won on certain ideals and principles
It may be hard for others to accept and act as disciples
Nothing should be allowed to run or go as contrary
Nation should represent truly and find place as honourary
Freedom should not to be compromised at any cost
Ideology may differ but national interest as super most
World should count on us as true friend and champion
Should have respectable position in affairs of the region
Even if as a power there should be honour for sovereignty
Help to poorer amongst poor and respect for integrity
Freedom and liberty can be enjoyed with grant of rights
End to hostilities and strong resolve to end fights
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Motivation
Neither the motivation should be confined to word nor to book. Many things might have been written in book but so long as it is not put into practice or use, it can’t deliver the result. You might have experienced number of times that actual result can be had only after putting self before everything. The sales men may increase the sales by many folds but that may just not be the reality. It is performed under forced situation. It is doesn’t speak of any motivation, but only a consideration,
Think of commandant in battle field, surrounded by powerful enemy, and he is leading battery of disgruntled and demoralized personnel under his command? His final words or vision only may save them from disastrous situation or near annihilation. His powerful motivation or enthusiasm only may take them to a safety without loss of lives.
Here there is no compulsion on the commander. It is strategy and dedication, which in recent times, may not be found in any services. It is determined effort which may result into death for honour and sacrifice. It changes whole scenario and his powerful drive and enthusiasm may inject very powerful waves to fight back with determination for the frontal attack with safe passage and victory may be in sight.
Think of company or organization where you are heading it. The men working under your wing may not be the driving force until you inject some powerful views with your active participation. The people may follow you the moment they see that there is person who means the business.
What moot point in insisting here is that motivation comes from within. It is strength inherent and that can’t be learnt from any school. One is only driving force for his survival and future built up for his own carrier. There may be many reasons behind this theory but powerful one is inspiration which is taking place after realization of desired goal. No writers, leaders or fine books can make a men guiding force but can only inspire to a limited extent. It may strengthen some of views and find correct path to follow but rest comes from within.
One is master of one’s own destiny. In shaping the destiny, the dedication, motivation, sincerity and above all self involvement can pave the way to become powerful motivator. There are no excuses or reasons which can save you from defamation but determined effort on your part may definitely lessen the impact of damage. .
I subscribe to the sparkling views.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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IDP: Prisoner with out number
walking barefooted without any direction in the humid
dry land, under a wrecked super tank; flesh blood smell racking
the firing canon aim to the mountainous camps of cave fighters,
arms only with their AK’s and rocket lancer, with strength of
dream that freedom be achieved only in exchange of life
wounded as the exchange of bully fire, with high power
machine gun and Apache Helicopter, firing without mercy, to
the fighter of their own land, the night becomes a day of blows
of fire, as the day turn into a living inferno of black of clouds
paving the riders of death to haul as many as the sand
thirst drifted my foot, the heat of the sun burn my forehead
and my skin, waiting the vulture to come with the sweet saliva
the Scorpion hunting for a lunch, the sting of death march to the
doorstep in the fuming smoke of the barrel and the bullets with
out cause, leaving death bodies, in the rocks and dunes, while
the silent of the star watch the night fall in the desert I behold i
lay my hand
thousand and thousands of footprint leaves no mistake, in the
death march, everyone has to go with only a hero’s pay you will
survive, the guardian of every fate no one can stand, where in the
heaven and in the earth, with no food and shelter, the body sleep
in the ground, as snake and poisonous spider ready to bite, our
naked body stay for a hungry bite of the wild animal it display
leave me nothing but to remember if your heart is lucky to see,
the pain and the suffering, the refuges camp we stay, offer with no
food and security, as the day runs for a grave we live and no one
knows the real identity
we are the citizen of the land, with no number we bring, in the
land where everything is free and nobody dare us to live, until you
came in our history….please leave us with no return, and let our
lives flourish in the land, with milk and honey …..as we shout
Freedom we live, freedom we survive……..leave us free
' a tribute to our brothers and sisters who live in the
different refugees camp '
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Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Come To My Rescue
to come to my rescue
to welter to blood
the blood to welter in the gold
gold of peace
the peace for one illusion
illusion of the freedom
legend of free life
the freedom you wanted
ito come to my rescue
I cry for my past life
life without your freedom
hello mr.politics
my name is all of you thing
I am here
in your country
in your world
I don't want your freedom
I want I be cruel
the cruels are better you
give me I live
only for minutes I'm alive
don't change my mind
I'm not one
I am all
all of soullost they life
their freedom
their peace, families, kids, feels
anythings you thing
give back anything you gave by me, by us
I don't want any you want
it's not my mind
you are not my minds
mr world
why you don't give us, we thing for us?
no for your minds
no for any you want
leave our world
give us free without you
you are not me
you are not our god
you are not our father
you are not ours
leave our world
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Herculean task
Lately world leaders have consented to some session
May be Herculean task but agreed to reduce tension
Hunger, death and starvation looming over horizon
Atmosphere is also not favourable with depletion of ozone’s
We are spending millions on outer space
May we call it futile and mad race?
Even one percent of it may reduce the poverty
Need not watch countless deaths with pity
How much do we loose on internal fights?
Why scores of people loose over legitimate rights?
Even land of liberty face danger and not feel at ease
Have they no right to continue and live with peace?
Our forefathers had dreamed of free world
Warm relations with all and war hysteria in cold
They gave us freedom with thought of expression
No to all measures which lead to suppression
I think it may take very long years
Good appeals may also fall on deaf ears
Weak may have fear of complete annihilation
Sovereignty and legitimacy may loose its relation
Some of worst fears are likely to disappear
World may live in peace and no constant fear
Peace efforts may yield result but brunt bear
No War, no war but peace words we may hear
Over the years we lived under constant shadow
War hysteria and no room for peace window
How many have lost lives leaving behind widows
Can’t we honestly adhere and take simple vows
Generations after generation may inherit the legacy
Hate and distrust may rule and have fallacy
Let us build good foundation to last for long
History may judge and not prove us wrong
Be the first to rise from the grave
You are sons of soils and equally brave
It is you who will lead the peaceful world
Always happiness with constant fears at hold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Is Now Night In Syria
It is now night in Syria!
And i pray that the freedom of the people;
Oh, freedom fighters! !
Fight on for your freedom,
For this world needs peace than the bullets of war!
As i see fallen faces gone too soon.
Shot and killed by the bullets of war,
Because my people asked for freedom;
Yes, this world is really not at rest! !
But, let us hope for peace everywhere;
For, it is now night in syria.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eye for An Eye
Eye for an eye and blood for blood”
Revenge must be sought even if having no food
it reminds us of primitive days of stone and wood
Many civilizations have swept away or buried after flood,
They are in places where fanatics rule the world,
Day time daily murders with cold blood
Forcible imposition of will to bring them into fold,
To create the formidable cartels for banned drugs and gold,
their main aim is to export violence and terrorism,
Selecting the easy and show the barbarism
Still world sleep and offer limited or no criticism,
there is no sign of iron will to contain fascism,
Only handful of people hold the world to ransom
Sources are know where do they come from?
Still powerful politicians lack will and reel under gloom
when the real spring will come and flowers blossom
Is it right path to be pursued for attainment of goal?
Minting money by extracting diamonds from coal,
All come under one platform with aim to rule,
Preparing for war under new name of terror school,
It is said” if sword is to be drawn”
Then it should never be withdrawn?
Let all heads roll down on the ground
But the noble cause must be very much known,
So much destruction.loss of lives and bloodshed,
Innocents lay killed under the sun without any shed
thousand become homeless and many flee the scene
complete land becomes red and visibly seen
I may not preach violence but see the need to curb,
If countries needed to be told then must be snubbed
It should not be for self interest, national interest
Not to surrender to any pressure or yield to unrest
They will not understand the language of peace
Life may remain paralyzed and not at ease
It will be reign of terror with no where to go
How people can feel safe and try to forgo
Humanity will be at loss and continue to suffer
People may try to impose though others may differ
It is political hegemony which is at stake
They will remain under turmoil but not alert or awake
World may not heave a sigh of relief
If eye for an eye is their ideology and belief
They may call it martyrdom for freedom
They get hold or recognition seldom
World has to wake up to the reality
Must address the problem with sincerity
It may be solved to benefit of all
Peace should be ultimate goal and call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Dalai lama - path to freedom
We shall never be happy and trustworthy
If we live on somebody’s grace and mercy
That will kill our inner conscience and strength
It will prove counter productive and lout of length
We can never be comfortable and at ease
If we think negative and never live at peace
What prevents us to be more accommodative and friendly?
Why do we want to remain as prisoner in our own home and lonely?
Does the conductive atmosphere help to over come it by nature?
Can we shape and prove its worthiness in near future?
Have we to give set norms of life or simply surrounded by friends?
Yes, they may prove helpful if they remain best friends at the end
What bring our imminent fall or nose drive to the ground?
What is ultimate goal how that can be easily achieved and found?
It all depends on going to the right direction with mind so sound
It may gather momentum if we get together and go round
Our mind is incapacitated by the invasion of suspicion
We have lost the moral ground and lost any positive lien
It has engulfed and vitiated so much that we are totally blind
How is it possible to have positive approach with vicious mind?
We shall stay supreme and bind the force together
We can add new dimension with fame feather
It is not at all that impossible to achieve
If we adopt positive attitude of forget and forgive
To rise in arms for noble cause is not at all rebellion
Let there be enemies in large number or in billions
What may surface at the end is naked aggression by mighty?
It is in the hands of destiny power called almighty
Can we make inner peace with disturbed mind?
When people are deprived of rights by cruel kind
Will it show the correct path for early freedom?
If it does show or result in same with wisdom
Fight for freedom in peaceful manner is totally justified
What else path you suggest to be more qualified?
Whole world watches the scene with keen interest?
Whatever may be the out come but hopefully be the best
Never in past the saints have lead the peaceful procession
World history is full of such examples against such aggressions
I bow my head to the spiritual soul who stands for cause
May God give him the courage and divine power without any pause
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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