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Pick the pain

I read between lines and pick the pain
It is unnecessary burden on brain
When you repeatedly ask it again and again
My concern increases and remains main

I have yet to pick you right
So much confusion to correct it or fight
Love is to strengthen the bonds and cause oneness
I have been blessed with agony and loneliness

I can not run away from the scene as coward
I have always seen the divinity and looked forward
I have no other way left than to fight back
As my fair name and reputation is at stake

I should not have written it or inscribed
It is of no use to apprise and fully described
I saw all greenery on face of earth
It is turning against me and ready to be laid as wreath

I don’t know what impact it may have?
I have no clue yet how you would act and behave?
It is know fat and another name of treachery
I can’t pretend to be happy and remain merry

You have chosen it as play on the field
You tried to mesmerize and powerfully held
I had no idea about lone struggle
I feel like weeping freely in dense jungle

I keep going in life as stranger
Still I have no dejection or anger
Yes it is part of our struggle to march on
How can we evaluate as lost or won?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pick A Fight

I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me

You say that I'm the only one
The one you're looking for
Try and keep a straight face when you laugh
You talk to me like I'm a saint
But all your friends just say
We have been so over for some time

And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye

You say you changed your mind again
You don't know how you feel
Give me some more time is what you say
You wanna use me like a toy
That you get bored with
Now you wanna store me far away

And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye...goodbye

I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me

You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight with me?
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight
Why do you pick a fight
You always pick a fight with me

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Faith and Jesus

Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.

Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without a struggle.
Prepared to pick a fight!

Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!

Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!

Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle or fight.

Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.

Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!

And believing,
I had to see!
I held misery inside,
That grieved and troubled me!

Yes...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.

Said...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle!
Prepared to pick fight.

Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!

I'm living,
Stronger each day.
I've got what it takes..
To make sure what I've got,
Stays that way!

Hey...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right.

I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right!

Pettiness is fading steady...
With faith and Jesus on my side!

Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.

I had to get myself ready...
Without a struggle!
Or a search to fight.

This time I'm more than ready,
Knowing what it takes to feed...
My growing appetite!

'Don't lock it up...
Let it out and rock it!
Collect the good that's offered you,
And share it from your pocket! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I shall come

I shall come again
To suffer the agony and pain
To finish the unfinished task
Take everybody on heels and ask

I am shot in head
Slowly loosing conscience and unable to lead
Yet comrades are taking me away
To save nd ask secrets on the way

I have waged relentless struggle
Against oppression to ward of trouble
For poor people and unprivileged class
In another word a struggle for entire mass

I may loose life in jungle
The fight must be on and no stoppage of struggle
It is holy and sacred
It must be on and led

Born, live and depart in time
Cycle goes on and repeated sometimes
Everything is reused and taken into use
God has made us interdependent to choose

To keep people under yoke is crime
We are now in new age and must act with time
Colonial rule is over yet mentality remains same
Who shall come forward and legitimately claim?

I may be gone forever with no memory left behind
Yet some traces may be later likely to find
That may be day of people to rejoice
Chant the national song with one voice

I would love to take rebirth and come back
To see the people and for their love sake
I shall prefer to die thousand deaths for their cause
The birth is just an opportunity and not at al any loss

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Choose To Heal

I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.

Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.

Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?

NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.

I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.

I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.

I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.

I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life full of surprises

Life is full of surprises and come in abundance
Happiness and joy celebrate it with dance
But do not cry in crisis and let yourself down
It is exclusive domain and should remain as your own

Face the reality and do not run away
Many hurdles may come unexpected on the way
Take it to heart and feel so happy
Contentment and happiness surely may vary

I wish to sing in adverse situation
I know it will not have longer duration
It may last some days more with its continuation
It may provide reasonable solution to so many questions

No fruit is enjoyed without hard struggle
This can not be had in dense jungle
It can be created at any confidence level
It is the high time to perform it well

The face may dry up with more worries
The tension and temperament certainly it carries
How to overt come burden and free from uncertainty?
It may not help if you pray more to any known deity

It is time bound capsule that keeps you healthy
Some may remain poor and some may become wealthy
Nothing in fact alters basic state of mind
Some new dimension is added with happiness to find

The parameter of happiness are never made known
It is different level and smooth lines are drawn
It may cause anxiety but invite some breakdown
You will be dreaming high and certainly be flown

It is better to tone it down and treat at par
The poverty and agony may be pushed far
The richness may be felt when it comes right way
You may want it to retain and not go away

It must make you humble, decent and earthly
Some ways to learn to spent life merrily
The key of success lies in happiness
Everything will be lost if developed weariness

We are fully aware of onward going quest
Still it needs tiresome approach with its best
Nothing may come in simple or hard way
It may be there if you bow down and pray

The greatness is not lying in what you do have
It lies in its use how responsibly you behave
Many may have the fortunes but fail to take care
They may find place where no body would dare

It is ultimate place where all might have to go
Everything is left behind and no time to show
Its glitter may be lost for the want of proper use
No current may pass if there is no fuse

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Push to school

I am made to rush and pushed to school
Parents want to make intelligent man from fool
they have different idea about their children
The school is the best idea o prefer often

There is nothing wrong if that is tan age old perception
It was carried on since long from the inception
It continued for their forefathers till day
This was the only option to find reasonable way

Children needed to pick up nice group
The confidence remains high and up
So much to learn from fellow friends
Vow to remain together till the end

Teachers often offer best and certainly part
Best of the education right from the start
There may be some problems with instruments
Yet enough care is taken for improvement

What someone not picks is the real intention?
There may be diversion in mind with no retention
Life may be thought over from different angle
Mind skips from all activities and run towards jungle

If I have to spell about myself then it will be justice
I may try to know and reveal to parents as promise
As it was just a burden to carry with expenses
They were yet willing to part with some good sense

I was to become only revival for their hope
After me there was nothing but only full stop
If I could make nothing then it was to spell disaster
There was nothing more seen beyond that or after

I too had thought endlessly in this regard
It was only means to stay firm and look forward
Life had taught me many things from an early age
I was to stand by them and encourage

Those days just invade mind
The heaven was seen and teachers were kind
Who could nourish us mentally for life struggle?
As life was not to pose or threaten with problems

It was not mere four walls structure
But tall tower for coming future
We all were to look towards sky
To keep wings open and ready to fly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Care for everyone

How sad to feel when some one is in pain?
How is that you are thirsty even in rain?
Can you think of remorse when find good efforts in drain?
Did you ever experience the shock when some one lay as stained?

This is sad state of mind one noble person feels
He is on constant move and uses no wheels
Yet he has everything to feel happy
The peace and enjoyment is given by him to many

Where is the time left for him to worry?
At no stage he may have to feel sorry
As things may move on with his constant move
It is always open and there is nothing to prove

It is irony of fact that person suffers at the end
He has no close circle to claim even as friend
He is for everyone but no one is for him
He has no one along with him to swim

Life is not dear yet precious
His efforts are ceaseless and continuous
He is lone traveler with a noble mission
Nothing to worry but to go ahead without confusion

That is how you evaluate the scene
Happiness is always seen
You have no time to think of your own
Pain is stored inside and is well-known

You are not alone but suffer from loneliness
No one may notice it on your face
But it is for certain that you have chosen the sufferings
You have all the ideals and wants to live as good human being

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Grateful

Any day
That the Sun,
For me
Rises!

I will leave days lived alone.
A new day has been born.
And forward I move on.
Those yesterdays are gone.

Any day...
I wish to say,
I am...
Grateful!

To leave days left alone.
A new day has been born.
And forward I move on.
Those yesterdays are gone.

My eyes search desperately with clarity to see,
Where I can plant seeds.
And do good deeds to please.
I will live a life that's happy.
I will live a life in peace.

All the days,
That the Sun rises...
I will be grateful!
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.

All the days,
That the Sun rises...
I will be grateful!
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.

All the days,
That the Sun rises
I will be grateful!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lonesome Ranger

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, new faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

Working along the highway all day.
People driving by saying all kinds of things.
Asking the occasional amonish and farmer for one or two favors.
A place to park the trucks, a place to get up and start.
One, Two, Three, and it's ready set go.

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

The night comes and the sun is gone.
The stars mark the way.
I can see the city lights before I arrive.
God their so bright.
Which bar am I going too?
With the money that has been made.
It is time to celebrate.
The weekend has come and soon my brian will be gone.
Hooking up with another one stand.
Cause nobody want to be with a man that is never home.

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

From the mountain, to the backwoods, and rivers, down to the valley of Pennsylvania.
I would never leave this place not for all the gold in the world.
A mix of every culture, from the all these Catholic Yanks, to the invading spanish and indians, to rednecks that seem more backwards then the ones from the south, to the everlasting Mennonites.
The whole state is covered in all kinds of trees.
So much variety a place that always makes me happy.

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Almighty is one

You need not be confused
My existence is never refused
From time to time the question has been raised
Yet the hard core criminals have also praised

You need not think hard
Don't look down but always forward
See above the earth and towards sky
You may never raise the question why?

Why do you remain concerned?
People praise only when they are threatened or cornered
They are ungrateful people
Never know what is called life and struggle

No one gets easy way
Don't think they can easily pass away
They have to suffer here on this earth
Face the pain and anguish at the time of death

Let there remain no doubt
There is nothing to talk about
Each soul on earth owes its existence
To me only as it has been given to them as pure chance

Think about messiahs and emissaries
They have emerged among adversaries
They had their mission to spread the message
Their views, messages are fully inscribed on the pages

People die because of their misdeeds
Their disloyal and aimless life should never be read
They suffer because of their misdoings
Punishment is same for poor and kings

Believe it or not but almighty is one
Its existence can be denied by none
Let there be no doubt in mind
In different form you may always find

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Fight Of Your Life.

Getting ready for the fight of your life. The pressure is on. And you must be dynamite. Shine like never before. An insatiable appetite. No holding back. The thunder from my hands will be felt miles away. This is my last shot. And i shall falter not. Its life or death. Its without mercy. No pity for those who cant do for themselves. Revel in it. Its arrogance or confidence. Take your pick. I'm a royal prick. I'm a *ssh*le and a d*ck. But I'm living. Their comes a time when you must put the past behind. Three steps forward, two steps back. Always under attack. Well come I'm ready for the fight of my life. What ever it takes. Make or break. My will is strong. I know where i belong. Protecting them is over. I shouldered those burdens for way to long. Take a picture, savor this moment. For I'm ready for the fight of my life. Trying to predict the ending. Futile efforts. Betting on sh*t deals. Destroying what isn't real. It was never their. So now most despair and are not prepared. But I'm aware of what has to be done. Its not gonna all be fun. But im still ready for the fight of my life. Live and let live. So hard to forgive. Breaking so many ethical boundaries, all at once. Renouncing all claims. I want no parts of it. Your loss. Your cost. Substituting one bad habit for another. It wont happen again. No more friends cause I'm getting ready for the fight of my life. It will be the fight of my life and i must do it alone.

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A personal goal

Set the personal goal and try to scale new heights
Never get burdened with more worries and weights
Nothing can discourage you from achieving it
You may always think positive and remain fit

You must think of doing always good
It must serve you as nourishing food
Everything must move and go in planned way
You must stick to pint and hold the sway

It is highly improper on our part to neglect
We should be careful to choose or select
Even people’s representative must be chosen to elect
This must be made known as simple fact

You may go down in history as coward
There won’t be any prize or reward
You should think of future and go ahead
You must provide leadership and lead

There is nothing impossible in this world
Try to live with warm relation and not cold
Have complete harmony with neighbors
Don’t bear ill will or encourage to harbor

There can’t be escape from our responsibility
We have developed skill and have the capability
It needs for sight and clear vision
Only timely action needed with decision

What are we trying to achieve for?
Is it only personal interest in store?
Do we seek and fight only for gain?
Is there no other way to reduce the pain?

How many may be reaching to the safety?
It may take for them whole life to reach fifty
There won’t be left any more charm
There might have been taken some recourse for harm

It has to be step forward with clear aim
No tall promises and unnecessary claims
Clear the way of all hurdles and offer the blow
It may then be the way open for us to grow

Nothing can be easily achieved
Hardship can only be believed
No one may come to your rescue
You must get everything whichever is due

Lay the seize open and open the new avenue
Earn enough from it as reward and revenue
It has to generate enough to sustain the growth
Success and fame may come to you as both

Every individual may form strong chain
There efforts may never go in vain
Momentarily there will be set back and pain
It must be understood clearly as fact very plain

Don’t leave the scene before you get on stage
You must be prepared for struggle to wage
Try to cut it as hard as possible for relief
Strengthen the move with strong belief

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fake Poets

It is nice o admit
But it doesn't fit,
The idea can be taken from concept,
Rest all can be yours and kept

Take for granted about nature
How can one say that concept is stolen?
Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden
Then it can’t be said it is copied even

You might have left behind some clues
The poem night have not been given enough views
This can be added or reflected as of your own
Else everything else is prevalent and known

Let people venture in philosophical world
There they might develop little cold
As it will not be anybody’s field
As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled

To pick complete sentences and make formation
Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition
Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice
As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises

How many writers find a bright day?
Next day breeze will be flown away
What will remain behind is anybody’s guess
Dull future with no little to show on pale face

It is good if you are talented
Pick from bottom and reversely presented
Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot
He may find it difficult to judge whether he succeeded or not

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Firing squad

Whose hands should have been hand cuffed and blind folded?
To face a death penalty and possible murder in cold
Can this practice be not put on permanent hold?
Can this be construed as cowardice act or bold?

Still this practiced is on in this civilized world
Reminiscences of cruel days yet not put in cold
Human lives at stake and honest living is marginalized
Fight for freedom and liberty is penalized

Our forefathers and champions always emphasized
Need to struggle for rights and honors energized
“Live and let others live” slogan should be patronized
Need to struggle for human rights should be intensified

Fruits of their struggle may not go in vain,
Struggle for rule and power will always remain,
With a view to have sway under their domain,
Rest all to suffer heavily under agony and pain,

What did they get for their struggle in return?
Old hard days of draconian rule and ugly turn
Misery, poverty and humanity on actual run
Autocratic rule and decisions at point of gun

Still end of peaceful struggle is not in sight
People still crushed, ruled under power or might
Those who continued with weapon and fight
Vanished and never saw a future in a day’s light

Normal citizens face brutal police assault
Wanton killing and wounds are rubbed with salt
You fill in their coffers with wealth?
You shall be fine with the state of health

You may witness fake encounters and executions
Innocents will be punished under the name of institutions
You will face firing squads with inhuman brutality
People all over the world with different nationality

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Angel

MY ANGEL

Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Monday, March 28,2011 @ 1: 15 PM

When you feel like you are going to drown

When all your face can wear is a frown

When trouble has you spellbound

When you feel totally dumbfound

When the rain comes through your window

When the path is no longer easy to follow

When the road for you narrows

When your heart is filled with sorrows

When you have fallen I’ll pick you up

When your entire plan fails, I’ll be your backup

When you can’t sleep, I’ll sing you lullabies

When you cry I’ll dry your weeping eyes

I’ll be there to soothe your pain

By your side I’ll always remain

I’ll listen when you need to complain

From the bonds that bind, I’ll break the chain

You were never alone

I was there at every milestone

So no matter where you may roam

I’ll be right here waiting for you to come home

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Facilities and Cover

Time is real essence
It must be seized at once
Once lost means gone for ever
It must be put to full use cover

It has to be overall growth
Mental as sell as prosperity with wealth
They are inter linked and prosper
With new ideology and usher

Any society can progress with moral standard
It has all the scopes to strengthen and look forward
It has all the resources to develop in intellectual field
Nothing comes as hurdle and provides rich yield

The hungry can’t think of the rest of the world
He remains aloof and has no where to go in safe fold
For him survival and bread for two times is reality
Where do we and find the best of the quality?

If whole of the nation is semi starved condition
And there are lot many imposition and restrictions
God only save the country’s citizens from perishing
Where there is only one concern of nourishing

Nothing may serve for any useful purpose
Everything will be hung between don’t and suppose
One may pull towards jungle and another to city
It will be struggle for have and have not for pity

At some day we may find excellence at par
But that time is not in near future but very far
Intellectuals built up is largely dependent on resources
The human power is the main and sole responsible force

If provided with full facilities and cover
All the targets can be set and won over
But with empty stomach nothing can be achieved
The idea itself is an insult and totally deceived

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happy

Dont got a pretty girl who loves me alot
Dont got a fast car that looks real hot
Dont got a fine pad or stereo
And I dont do well in the school where I go, go, go, go, go
But Im happy, happy
Im happy though the world is upside down
Im happy that we all made it through another day
When I pick up the phone I still remember what to say
Im happy that my brain still lives inside my head
Most of all I think Im happy
Happy that I aint dead
I read the paper, I saw the news
All those people out there singin the blues
They get excited, why dont they just relax
All we got to do is kick back, back, back
And be happy, happy
Happy though the whole world is ready to blow
Im happy that I made it through another day
When I pick up the phone I still remember what to say
Im happy that my brain still lives inside my head
Most of all I think Im happy
Happy that I aint dead
I know a guy with plenty of loot
Youd never catch him in a two dollar suit
Hes got gold chains, plenty of rings
He told me money, it dont mean a thing, dont mean a thing
If you aint happy, happy
Happy though the whole world is upside down
Be happy that you made it through another day
When you pick up the phone you still remember what to say
Be happy that your brain still lives inside your head
Most of all I think Im happy.....
Im happy
Im happy though the whole thing is ready to blow
Be happy that the sun has rised up again
That somewhere in this world I still got a friend
Be happy that the big one, it hasnt dropped yet
Be happy that you still got something
Something, something to forget
Im happy
(Im happy, so happy)

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Patriotic once in a year

I claim to be patriotic once in a year
So many people may disbelieve and refuse to hear
It will ring them a danger signal in the ears
Still I say it emphatically to all my near and dear

I am no stranger to golden history of independence
For sow many years we remained under dominance
I am being poisoned repeatedly by the current trend
I have no more scope to improve or make amend

I feel shy of calling my forefathers idiots or stupid
Had it been known to them, they would have not made any bid?
Or laid down arms and lives for gaining freedom?
I have gone through complete history but came across seldom

Had I known for ever that it will be made only Government function?
I would have opted for making presence in any desolate junction
There at least I could have breathed freedom with free air
Can any one claim today that participation in such function is fair?

I salute to all those who consider mother land as more precious than heaven
I could have still considered less fortunate to take part even
My soul feels pinch of salt to hear the ill treatment of dependents of martyrs
It all drains my energy out and compels me to tire

I am for sure they will be remembered only for today
If they do not then they will be hackled for all the days
They have found all the escape routes to malign war veterans
Why do they want to share all plight and agony with concern?

I know it has been won after great sacrifice and struggle
I too know it well that it was barbaric and rule of jungle
Still they have spared some bright history behind
We nothing as such in store today to find

Even as on today we remember less all past glorious kings
Even from history we pick up the name of traitors and remember
How many such traitors we find in our free land as of date?
The history of independence is of recent times and not very late

We have mastered the art of laundering national wealth
We can play havoc with nourishment food and health
We can temper with judiciary and even holy constitution
With What respect I raise my head and claim part of institution?

I can compromise national interest for paltry some
If not war booty then cut back money can be received very handsome
If I fail to catch the nerves of my country men with their plight
How can I claim to be patriotic or even feel part or sensibly right?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hate Me

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

I want to show the lie you're living in.
But I won't cause you can't accept the truth.
You're an abscess that just wont go away.
The pain is here to stay.
A message I'm here to relay.