Short Memory
We have short memory
Only express regret and sorry
Occasionally utter some words and offer solace
Relatively under sadness or what ever the case
Life has become very cheap and unworthy
Yet some of the services deserve sympathy
They are put above the entire existing one
As very noble and praise worthy work has been done
No t that life is not dear
Not that they are unaware and hear
All types of demoralizing stories and motives
Yet they remain aloof and subjective
Death is certain for any living individual
It must be treated as certainty and takes as casual
Yet no one throws away life for silly causes
It is demanded only when some danger clouds chase
There might some black sheep as well
But here some different story is to tell
No one stops work for a while
It is pursued relentlessly in its own style
We mourn the death and proclaim sacrifice
Put all kinds of honor on his demise
Nation remembers his adventure for holding flag
His body is carried away in carriage with simple tag
“Here lays great son of the soil” the wordings may be read
Nation remembers his heroic struggle and may be lead
Words not to supplement the loss but to commemorate
His upholding of rituals which fairly stand above and relate
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Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
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Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
The child sits with the pain inside,
He sits with his heart in his chest,
‘How could I have died? ’
Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.
The child’s eyes closed so tight,
His fists clenched so strong
He feels the night,
He knows everything that happened was wrong.
The child stands and looks into the houses light
He stares at not the window,
Not at the sight,
Yet only for the weeping widow.
The child stands holding the gun,
The gun he died holding,
As he remembers his father killing him, his only son
He remembers his father scolding.
He knows he took a life,
Yet he knows his father took his,
He remembers not the taking of his father’s life,
Only the pain of his father stealing his.
His eyes so dark,
His mind so lost,
His hand tracing deaths mark,
As he remembers it’s cost.
He remembers the scene, the time,
He remembers the look in his father’s face,
He remembers doing the crime,
He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face.
But then his memory stops,
And reality takes place,
For this is when he dropped,
This is when life left his face.
He walks past,
To eternity; to roam
Of all his memories this shall be his last
For this is the dead boy’s poem.
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The Memory of Water (for Scarlet)
Water remembers you
falling now on your sleeping face
waking you from dreams
with its surprise
after you fell asleep
at your first pinic.
Water remembers your childish
laughter.
Water remembers you
holding your body
in its body
as you learn not to fear it
as you learn the words float...sink...swim.
Water remembers you
becoming its friend.
Water remembers you
diving into its honeymoon waters
becoming fishes....kisses
lasting from here to eternity.
Water remembers two
delerious skinnydippers.
Water remembers you
crying in its rain
sobbing 'I'll never fall in love again! '
as if you were an old 1950's tune.
Water remembers such tears
hiding them in its rain.
Water remembers you
laughing in the rain
having fallen in love again
so quick to change
your tune.
Water remembers you
laughing here we go again.
Water remembers you
soaking wet in a sudden thunder storm
flowers held in your hand
having lost their heads
presenting her
with nothing but stalks.
Water remembers you
having to wear her old dress
as she dried your clothes.
Water remembers
kisses lost amonst the roar of a fire.
Water remembers you
& is saddened to find you
with no answers
with no questions
here on this bridge
reflecting itself
here in its depths
where only silence lives
holding you
as before
only water
remembers your death.
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A sacrifice once again
You did it once again
It was not for position to regain
It was pure sacrifice
We sincerely mourn your demise
Your are brave soldiers of holy land
You considered foe as friends
You were deployed there to protect the frontier
You were deployed there as soldier
We all slept here with peace
You were torn there in pieces
Daily some of you were dying
It was willingness for laying
You were paid from treasury
You had all pains and misery
How much hardship and difficult way?
We had glimmer of hope and ray
O, brave sons of the soil
You stand there for enemy’s attempts to foil
You live under constant fear and fire
We have no words for you to admire
What else can we do for you?
Is it not equally right and true?
We can see the reason through
You are there not for us to woo
You have opted to stay there
You could stay in comforts here
You have all the freedom to go else where
You have chosen that path true and fair
Nation may remember your true service
No words can supplement or suffice
It is only your dedication that may speak
You are strong and not merely weak
You have all the options open
You can come back and life re open
It will be possible only when
Peace and tranqulity prevails then
We speak true words from our heart
For you it maybe beginning or start
There lies complete open path
There is always danger and bloodbath
How many bullets may be piercing through?
How many may be incapacitated too
It is daily scene of the day
There lies dangerous way
We don’t hesitate to pass the remark
Nation may be poised to embark
It may scale new heights with glory
The page may be re written with different story
You blood may not go in vain
It will always be our pride main
You will rule and guide our destiny
We have attained freedom after great struggle or mutiny
You may shine in sky as bright star
You may remain with us and not so far
You may twinkle there and inspire
We have no words except to admire
You may live long as stars and sky
Our land and sky will be open to fly
It is your valiant effort and try
We raise our head with pride and not feel shy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Takes Moment
It takes moment’s work to finish
A living object on earth to perish
What happiness we got from it, I don’t know?
I was taken a back from wind’s throw
How many thoughts might have crossed?
Creator might have never thought or tossed
The idea of giving chance to come on earth
With definite assurance of meeting graceful death
If death was certainty and fully understood
What is need to digest different school’s thought food
Many thoughts may be floated around to fool
How come an intelligent person can be made tool?
More you think in that direction
Less you get any clue for definite action
It is Holy Spirit that binds you in good faith
You can’t be scared for loosing life in death
If it has to come then no one can stop
For that you don’t have to cry and go over roof top
Look at hollow sky and sink into useless thinking
That may only hasten your end and cause for sinking
Any living object has to depart
It is defined clearly and very much part
Known facts to all for no fooling around
It has to be stabilized for doing well and sound
Is it not rubbish idea to think of an ending?
When there is enough room for amending
Lot of space for praying and asking for favor
Lead a life for good aim with peace and honor
What suicide will do to an individual?
His departure may be considered as casual
Cowardice step with no more sympathy
As it is shown disrespect to almighty
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Work That Body Rap Song = 2012
Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name is Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God's grace I remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I've been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life can be short, life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
A candle to melt
The candle that burns till the end
What useful message it tries to send
Simple message of dedication and sacrifice
It must be understood by all without any advice
Can we not see the way it melts?
Can we not express it in the way it has been felt?
The beautiful flowers adore the garden
The wind may blow the fragrance gently and not all of sudden
Some of the characters always perish without any notice
They stand all for devotion and still look very nice
It is not the way you lead the life but stand for it
No words may supplement action if it is exemplary feat
They may have little life to shine
Nothing may go in their favor to look fine
The life may spread the fragrance
It may indicate clearly upon your entrance
Many people try to remain in isolation
Fame or name is bearing no relation
They may try to remain as little known factor
Such achievement can be observed in many sectors
You dedicate and disappear as first desired step
It may bridge the gulf without creating further gap
Why not to try in the unexplored and unknown fields?
It may not give you any return or shining shields
Heroes always remain unheard and unsung
They bear all the agony and bear the burnt’
They may never complain about ill treatment
Their presence is felt with every movement
We may live longer without any purpose
No one may appreciate you or offer the rose
It is undoubting task to be pursued further
It has nothing to do with any weather
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Thanks for fine gesture
“Would you like to have some food “
We were watching laborers daily and understood
How much it was difficult to work under hot sun
They were toiling very hard to earn
“No sir, thanks for your kind gesture”
We can’t make exceptions any more
Today you are offering ready meal
To morrow who will be there to feel?
If I accept for one day as you are offering
My all habits may witness change and altering
I may search for it daily from somewhere
To our bad luck it may not be coming from anywhere
I was stunned to hear his philosophical thoughts
He was simple worker but fully aware of plight
As worker how much he had to struggle to find square meal
He was satisfied with his work as effort made in direction were real
He was getting enough to meet his family needs
He did not know what were the motives behind deeds?
He was sure of treatment after putting up hard struggle
It was timely help to come out of little troubles
The message was clear and nicely delivered
It was out of some pity and just offered
It was not well judged from his point of view
As little availability of food was not his need or due
Sometimes we feel very much elated at little gain
If that has come to us without much efforts or pain
It is human tendency to accept the offer without reluctance
We can observe it in our daily life with many more instances
We must work hard and don’t compromise with stand
It may not offer immediate return but strengthen the trend
We may never go in for short cut and accept undue favors
As it may spoil your tendency to feel bad and sour
We are all governed by inherited spirit
Shower the praise words when offer to greet
It has some motives to please a person
But in fact guided by selfish motives with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-
But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-
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Efforts Still
One, two and three
You will never be free
Go on counting and accumulate
Nothing more will remain to relate
Life may end fast
No time for you to choose and last
Rests of all will lye here for some one
No one shall care for your dead body even
It may be taken fast out
So many things will be left to talk about
Personal memory may remain in people's mind
Soon to test its worth from praise to find
No one may say bad words about departed person
But many may remember his noble work with reasons
His ashes may carry no value for world
But to some yes it may be warm feelings and not cold
Look at worthiness of human life
Even though it is sharp like knife
Not all may earn good will
Yet you got to make efforts still
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Life Is An Adventure In Writing Words
Life is an adventure in writing words
It is going out alone and finding them
Beyond where the ordinary mind and life is
It is seeking them in difficult and strange places
And discovering the most complex and beautiful of them-
Life is an adventure in writing words
Sometimes simple
Sometimes with the words themselves forgotten
As thoughts pursued through them-
The adventure goes on
My mind goes on
My life goes on
Words go on
On and on and on and on
Until we stop.
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John Mitchel
I.
DEAD, with his harness on him:
Rigid and cold and white,
Marking the place of the vanguard
Still in the ancient fight.
The climber dead on the hill-side,
Before the height is won:
The workman dead on the building,
Before the work is done!
O, for a tongue to utter
The words that should be said—
Of his worth that was silver, living,
That is gold and jasper, dead!
Dead—but the death was fitting:
His life, to the latest breath,
Was poured like wax on the chart of right,
And is sealed by the stamp of Death!
Dead—but the end was fitting:
First in the ranks he led;
And he marks the height of his nation's gain,
As he lies in his harness—dead!
II.
Weep for him, Ireland—mother lonely;
Weep for the son w'ho died for thee.
Wayward he was, but he loved thee only,
Loyal and fearless as son could be.
Weep for him, Ireland—sorrowing nation
Faithful to all who are true to thee:
Never a son in thy desolation
Had holier love for thy cause than he.
Sons of the Old Land, mark the story—
Mother and son in the final test:
Weeping she sits in her darkened glory,
Holding her dead to her stricken breast.
Only the dead on her knees are lying—
Ah, poor mother beneath the cross!
Strength is won by the constant trying,
Crowns are gemmed by the tears of loss!
Sons of the Old Land, mark the story—
Mother and son to each other true:
She called, and he answered, old and hoary,
And gave her his life as a man should do.
She may weep—but for us no weeping:
Tears are vain till the work is done;
Tears for her—but for us the keeping
Our hearts as true as her faithful son.
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Treason
Spare not the culprit
When the act is antinational
When the act is treason.
The soil of ones country
The safety and security
Of the Mother motherland
And mothertongue
Is in highest order
And when all these are
In danger and
In danger spare not anybody.
The nation is sacred
And more than individual life.
Life of a person is
Not permanent
The nation is permanent.
Spare not the culprit
Who put the nation
In the open market
Like anything.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Control Emotions
I could vividly remember their presence around cot
The doctor was hurriedly called or brought
I sensed some checks were going on body
Surely they were hands of experts or somebody
I was not sweating yet felt some water drops on face
Daughter was unable to control emotions in this case
Time was running out and she had to take decision
In few hours from now I shall be no more as living person
I gathered the strength and tried to murmur
It was difficult to speak but tried to utter
She leaned over my head and landed an ear
It seemed as if I was away since many years
“You are intelligent girl and can think of future”
“Don’t get perturbed over my departure”
I was loosing pulse yet spoke few more words
“Just push ahead and never look backward
“Miss me not” for work has not been left unfinished
Any living being has to go and stand perished
Whoever has come on earth may have to depart
This is philosophy of life and inseparable part
She was loosing control with emotions
What else was to be picked up as lessons?
Gain the strength and steadily walk one the rope
I had advised her not to loose hope
This is how life is to be spend and carried on
If stay undecided then most of the life might be gone
Something good has to be picked up and followed
Emotion and attachment are not to take over or allowed
Death is certain and in knowledge of everybody
Heaven may accept soul leaving behind the body
The mortals may be consigned to flames to merge with earth
The mission was accomplished as life was lived after birth
The relatives and children may lament the demise
As life was spent with struggle and lots of promises
I tried to close the eyes for eternal sleep
But won’t know when I may sleep in coma very deep
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Work That Body
Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name is Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God's grace I remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I've been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life can be short, life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
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did God accept your resignation letter?
You seek resignation from the company of life
did you submit it to God? And did he accept it?
Years ago i sent mine and it was rejected
For He said, in his universal company of life there is no resignation
His words were not many
Not really poetic as we wanted Him to be
But plain
And simple.
Did he say he loves you?
Well, he told me and then out of that I learned a lot.
I work for no pay. I work for no reward. I work for no honor.
It was simple and not poetic at all.
He just touched with his wind and then I become so alive
No death since then has spoken a word for me.
I look at myself in the mirror.
I have seen how i have grown.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honour Kamikaze Fire Fighters At Fukushima
honour kamikaze fire fighters
at Fukushima Dai-ichi
Japanese nuclear power plant
honour courage sacrifice of all staff
who risk all even unto death
to fight struggle for plant containment
nuclear power plant damaged by fire
nuclear power plant damaged by explosions
emitted bursts of radiation steam venting
honour courage sacrifice of all staff
struggling to contain a spiraling crisis
caused by deadly earthquake tsunami
explosions at three reactors fire at a fourth
fire in a pool where used nuclear fuel rods
are stored 'radioactivity is being released
directly into the atmosphere.' Even after
the fire was extinguished the pool might
still be boiling more radioactive materials
could seep out if water in the storage pond
Unit 4 boils away fuel rods could be exposed
leaking more virulent radiation steady duty
requires sea water be pumped in to cover
exposed fuel rods at risk to life noble work
noble sacrifice must continue while we who
are safe honour sacrifice of all risking life
honour to your name honour to your family
honour to your ancestors success to your
efforts to prevent worst case scenario one
or more reactor cores in complete melt down
a disaster that could spew large amounts
of radioactivity into the atmosphere pray
for honour workers of Tokyo Electric Power
Co who repair damage sacrifice for safety
safety of fellow citizens for their nation Japan.
May the prayers of the people may the prayers
of the nation may entire world’s prayers protect.
May Almighty God protect this nation this people
at this time so that the peril the danger may pass.
May Almighty God in covenant blessing protect all.
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A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
Let there not be a single word in dishonor
It is unique incidence and can’t be termed as minor
It shall be termed as heroic struggle with dedication
It will be seen as total commitment with indication
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A no to death bell
No one wants to hear death bell
It doesn’t find favor or go well
Everyone has different stories to tell
No one can generate idea or easily sell
It creates fear in mind
All unnecessary thoughts get unwind
We are half dead before its arrival
There is anxiety and great upheaval
Well it has to come on appointed day
No is no escape route or way
No one has anything to offer or say
You need no worry or attention to pay
Your good work may come to rescue
It is fine with you and equally true
You are at relative comforts
It doesn’t bother you much or hurt
The end may be soon without any delay
The angels may be ready to take you away
There may be bright light in the sky
You will be heavenly abode without any shy
You have fulfilled your mission
There is nothing unusual things for admission
You have lived your life in elegant way
It was always nice to find very good day
You did whatever you could in your position
People try to project their work in exhibition
You stayed in humble way all along
No one could point out as wrong
It is expected from every person
You have to lead simple life without any reason
You change for good as per season
Words spoken need not bitter as poison
Lead the way in life as you like
Only good thought must strike
Try to be kind and generous
Spend the life like water in river and continuous
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