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So desirable

I am woman in black uniform
I am aware of recent happenings and remain well informed
I hold the opinion in some of the matter and strongly hold
As I have enough of guts to challenge and be bold

Who can be best in comparison? Whether Indian or foreigner?
I had observed that foreigners were apologetic and good listener?
They seemed to be obedient and respectful to the rules of land
Always presentable to the local population as friend

The item appeared as" What makes men in uniform so desirable"?
They may be less expressive but very much bold, assertive and capable
Their turn out is praise worthy and long to be cherished in mind
Any where else no such persons may be available to find

Some of the people take affront to it as in term of sexual behavior
It has nothing to do with other activities as they act as our savior
In time of war or at home in time of great exigencies
Where as it has become regular feature with increase in frequencies

Men in uniforms are supposed to act exemplary in comparison to civilians
They need to stand with clean image and not as villains
As they have proved real sons of soil and defender
We need to be cautious in addressing them as offenders

Each and every individual is wild animal in disguise
So persons in uniforms can't be discounted as unwise
They are bond to act above yet they are human being
Let us spare them and be not instrumental for discredit to bring

So in terms of behavior we may slightly notice the change
That is all because of geographical and atmospheric range
Basically they are imparted with rigorous training
To remain always fit and still to be maintaining

Who wants who is public perception?
They might have formed their opinion from inception
The people in uniform are not supposed to counter
Any such misgiving, even if existed and try to alter

The armed forces personnel who are in force or retired
Will have to present them without feeling tired
Whole of country, foreign or local, stands to loose
If they remain unconcerned with the scenes or so choose

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Uniforms

(3/9/12)

So many uniforms worn in this life, and inside them
You'll find your loved ones -your soul mate
Son, daughter, husband, or wife.

Firemen, policemen, nurses, and military too
They all have a job to do.
And as you look at them with pride
You thank god they're by your side.

The uniform does not make the person
But the person makes the uniform.
Because in it they pour the heart and soul
And it's there where they belong.

The firemen and women who run into a burning house
The cop who goes into the line of fire
The nurse who held their hand on you to stop the bleeding
And of course the military soldier
Who protects our country day and night
And will give up their lives in a fight.

Yet we do not stop and say:
"Thank you for all that you do
I am very proud to know you."
Their uniforms are just their shells
And at times they go thru hell.

But there is a person who never wore a uniform
But created all of them who wear it.
He is all these people rolled into one
He is "GODS SON".

He made these uniforms so that we can see their worth
And it was given to them from their birth.
So many uniforms to show what we do
But it doesn't show the inner you.
This uniform is seen only by god
It is called the human heart.
This uniform can not be replaced
by anything on this earth
For it was given by god at our birth.

We can be as beautiful or as vicious
As any animal on this earth, or as
Soft and sensitive as the most delicate flower
This is given to us from the lords powers.

Let us rejoice in what he has given
And make this life " worth living".
© L.Rams

poem by Louis Rams
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When I First Put This Uniform On

When I first put this uniform on,
I said, as I looked in the glass,
"It's one to a million
That any civilian
My figure and form will surpass.
Gold lace has a charm for the fair,
And I've plenty of that, and to spare,
While a lover's professions,
When uttered in Hessians,
Are eloquent everywhere!"
A fact that I counted upon,
When I first put this uniform on!

I said, when I first put it on,
"It is plain to the veriest dunce
That every beauty
Will feel it her duty
To yield to its glamour at once.
They will see that I'm freely gold-laced
In a uniform handsome and chaste" -
But the peripatetics
Of long-haired aesthetics,
Are very much more to their taste -
Which I never counted upon
When I first put this uniform on!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Man In A Uniform

Oh, she said
(hut!)
She said c man in a uniform
2night thats what I want u 2 be
She said c 3rd time this week u wore that old suit
But I dont give a damn, u see?
Because man in a uniform do funny things 2 me
And I said c its the 3rd time, but I dont mind
Cuz that sister just so damn fine, ah
Man in a uniform (hut!)
Thats what I am
Man in a uniform, uh
Thats what I am
She said c man in a uniform
Sufferin every stroke of my hand
From the dusk until the early morn
U will grant this girls demands (why? )
Cuz she need 2 be drunk with pride
Wait a minute, Im gon tell u why
2 make up, 2 make up
2 make up 4 the emptiness that she feel inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on
Man in a uniform, mama
Thats what I am (hut!)
(hut!)
Man in a uniform
She said c 2night (2night)
I want your attention (tention)
She said c 2night I want your violent tongue
2 swallow my stench and be loyal 2 me
Shell never be free
Until u do me like a man in a uniform (hut!)
Man in a uniform (in a uniform)
Thats what I am
In a uniform (baby, baby, yeah)
Thats what I am
Dirty little man in a uniform
Thats what I am (hut!)

song performed by by Prince
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Nice to see you

"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine

I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended

I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things

She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future

How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled

You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed

It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence

You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try

As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality

I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold

People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 31

The veziers of Nushirvan happened to discuss an important affair of state, each giving his opinion according to his knowledge. The king likewise gave his opinion and Barzachumihr concurred with it. Afterwards the veziers secretly asked him: "What superiority hast thou discovered in the opinion of the king above so many other reflections of wise men?" The philosopher replied: "Since the termination of the affair is unknown and it depends upon the will of God whether the opinion of the others will turn out right or wrong, it was better to agree with the opinion of the king so that, if it should turn out to have been wrong, we may, on account of having followed it, remain free from blame."

To proffer an opinion contrary to the king’s
Means to wash the hands in one’s own blood.
Should he in plain day say it is night,
It is meet to shout: "Lo, the moon and the pleiads!"

poem by Sa di
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Uniform

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---
Uniforms
See golden halod men of high renown
Prance to the politicians beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
With shoes by gucci on their feet ---
Uniforms
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
Like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
The teeming millions of the future fly ---
The spinning cricket ball to cheat
Theyre all uniform

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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On line

"How are you one line" I spoke to a friend
You are dead for many years and again you are at telephone end
"I heard the same about you, how come you as ghost here"
He will delightedly reply and we may joke for hours

It is always good to remain in contact
Personally it helps to change attitudinal act
You disclose to a friend all troubling facts
He may sometimes come to help and set

"Can you please put him on line" I called on
"No, you can't and they gently hung on'
I dialed again to receive a voice in tears
It proved my worst compounded fears

I had not seen him for days and months
Some solitary though struck to my mind for his possible death
I brushed aside such rubbish idea and rested
But here news proved correct and my patience was tested

I nearly broke down at tragic news
He was dead for weaks and known to only few
I was in dark and felt tremendous shock
He was on pilgrimage and had suffered massive stroke

I felt restless and thought about limitation of existence
How much we fight and struggle to make felt our presence
Life winds up without a moments notice and person is no more
We can only feel bad rest of the time and remain very sore

We are human being and as such care for with attachment
Dear ones are always at heart and remain part of daily movement
Not a day passes without them and we share all our happiness
This is real story of our life and we grieve losses on face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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God created world

Alas! God created world
But He remained with different people in different fold
At some place he was Jesus and at some places he was Allah
So the people prayed differently in his honor with hurrah

We were same in his eyes but he created difference
Some one he made rich and some one poor by chance
Some places so hot and some very cold
So the people observed different pattern as was told

It is good to hear in right spirit
But on the name of religion some people may prefer not to greet
Black and white, lower and upper, shall remain for ever
Idealistic people may be praised but may find no shelter

Why then hatred in the name of religion?
He remained with them in different regions
Under different name and with different faith
But with only one fear that was not come as death

Now time has changed and roots have gone deep
No one is able to steer people out and keep
Under one umbrella for humanistic goal
To survive and share as universal gospel

When I worship "Sun" I see only light
I don't know about other people for any reasons to fight
The energy may be one and inspiration also one
Let us remain united for the cause of humane

Neither may we remain in this world
Nor any one can claim permanent fold
We need initiative that must look very much bold
As if taken out as verse and to be told

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Women In Uniform

Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip
Patrolwoman Saunders, don't you give her no whip
Took me to the station for a breathtest
then back to the bedroom for some house-arrest
[Chorus:]
Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform, but, Oh! They feel so warm
Coming back to London on a 747
Stewardess made me feel like I'm in heaven
Looking up the aisle to see what I could see
She leaned over said; Give it to me
White apron, brown leather shoes
The nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised
Gave me a massage, sprained my right
Now she takes my temperature every night
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Commando raid on the Lebanese border
Sergeant Anita, she gives the order
Khaki jacket and a love gun
Baby, I surrender, let's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Khaki, white and blue
Women in uniform, coming after you
Women, women, Women in uniform
Women, women, Women in uniform
[Chorus]

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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A Political Spin

After the day's work,
I sat down in an idle mind
Before the television-
Turning towards the news channels.
With a mind that knew
Like the daily news readings
They will be reading some news-
That will bring out
The animal like nature
Of the humans.
But suddenly! !
Oh what am I seeing
Infront of my own eyes?
Is this a dream or horrible night mare?
What bloody, terrible scene is it?
Of human protectors fleecing upon
Their own brothers and sisters,
Their own countrymen-
Of same religion, of same language.
These men wearing uniforms
Pledged when they wore the same-
'SATYA MEWA JAYATE.'
And now they are trying to hide the truth
By supressing public opinion!
By acting like the dogs of wars of rulers/
Are they not supposed to protect us?
Are they not supposed to keep us in a country of freedom?
Oh why am I askng these questions?
Though I know that they are hunters
And not protectors.
Women are seen with great reverence
From the traditional point of view.
But do respect to them mean respecting only the rich
Yes I may not be of the same opinion
But the rulers are-
And so are their blind servants.
Do setting up of big industries
In exchange of poor lives-
Means development in true sense?
On the borders of the country-
Soldiers are dying to save their motherland;
But here lies the similarity and dissimilarity-
On one hand here too fighting is on
But is it to protect the lands?
I know, I surely know-
The rebellion now may stop
due to the smashing of the opponents.
The poor people now may think,
That what the best they can do
Is to break their skulls on the rocks.
Their tremendous pains will not prick
The stone hearts of the rulers-
Who are always busy
Satisfying their whims.
But I know better,
Oh rulers take this as a warning
As the second rebellion can
Shake your thrones
And who knows!
such may be the condition of your fates
That they would crawl on the soil
With no one to do the cremation.

-This poem is a very brief summary of the tortures and sufferings inferred on the poor people of West Bengal
(a state in India) by the ruling CPM party.This is a shame on our democracy.

poem by Sonnet Mondal
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Human life

Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor

We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease

Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty

Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once

Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test

As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish

Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No hint

I didn’t get hint until was knocked down
I failed to admit lapses until made known
It never occurred to me that I am just water bubble
No rosy path for me but only full of troubles

How long I can claim innocence?
What do I lack really in substance?
I have no answer for it and never tried
Wherever got chance I definitely lied

I remained typical human being
Always eager for monetary benefits to bring
Sang to the praise of favorable wind
Shut the eyes to realities and remained blind

“Oh, pardon me “I will often say
Meanwhile think a lot in mind and find the way
Employ another trick to dupe a person
Cheat somehow with strong arguments and reasons

Things used to materialize as per the wish
Faced no problem so far to make it fine finish
Yet there was impression that I was insincere
People wont’ come out in open just out of fear

People choose to remain away from undesired company
They would prefer some distance and avoid accompanying
It is but natural that no one would want bad fame
So I was recognized as person not desired at any time

I believe in god and do regular prayers
Still keep searching easy target as buyers
They will fall to my charming personality
I have done it several times and proved as quality

I got shock when failed in recent times
I was meeting with repeated failures sometimes
For ordinary things I was booked for crimes
I was black listed and added in the bad names

I have thought over it on number of occasions
The old habits had made it as profession or obsessions
Now time has come that I must call it a day
Move with the people and find new way

I am sure of some changes that might be coming to all
They might be consciously beaten and forced to call
Shut all the activities that were pursued blindly
And now think of good means to come up kindly

We are prisoner of our own conscience
It requires good thinking with available chance
If time allows then one must assume fine role
Earn in a honorable way and never try to steal

Today I feel restless without sleep
I ceaselessly think about failure to keep
The normal behavior expected from an ordinary person
And never adapt to a change for known reasons

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ungrateful world

I may be called unfaithful
If I say "world is ungrateful"
"People are unresponsive"
"Despite my being obedient and submissive"

"Tit for tat" some one advised
Withdraw even if promised
You can't survive in this selfish world
Never show warmth and be cool or cold

So many sets of arguments were presented
I had given enough of thoughts but really not consented
They were to be called irresponsible
Yet very much practical to save you from the troubles

I am not seer or saint here to profess
But certainly happiness comes when you confess
Go to wall and earnestly ask for forgiveness on any mistake
It may be heard and responded to provide you strong intake

"Sir, can we be of any help to you" how do we feel?
When someone remembers you and comes for help at will
I am overwhelmed at their gesture and feel elated
As I am of the conviction that good work always remain related

People don't forget your noble past
Even though situation may turn very fast
You may be put in difficult situation to pull on
But help certainly comes forward without made known

Every action has got its equal reaction
It need not be proved for any addition or subtraction
It is beyond doubt and rules for all the times
Love is paid in same coin even in bad times

I have said number of times and may reiterate
Don't combine one action with another and relate
It may help no where and increase bitterness
Let us all work for togetherness and happiness on face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain

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I cried at Pity—not at Pain—
I heard a Woman say
"Poor Child"—and something in her voice
Convicted me—of me—

So long I fainted, to myself
It seemed the common way,
And Health, and Laughter, Curious things—
To look at, like a Toy—

To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy
And see the Parcel rolled—
And carried, I supposed—to Heaven,
For children, made of Gold—

But not to touch, or wish for,
Or think of, with a sigh—
And so and so—had been to me,
Had God willed differently.

I wish I knew that Woman's name—
So when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears
For fear I hear her say

She's "sorry I am dead"—again—
Just when the Grave and I—
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,
Our only Lullaby—

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Homeless who writes on a ballot!

Homelessness describes the condition of people without a regular dwelling. People who are homeless are unable or unwilling to acquire and maintain regular, safe, and adequate housing, or lack 'fixed, regular, and adequate night-time residence.'The legal definition of 'homeless' varies from country to country, or among different entities or institutions in the same country or region.

The term homeless may also include people whose primary night-time residence is in a homeless shelter, a warming center, a domestic violence shelter or other ad hoc housing situation. Government homeless enumeration studies also include persons who sleep in a public or private place not designed for use as a regular sleeping accommodation for human beings.

If the Citizen are good
Then why should a Police Department?
If the Citizen are good
And a Homeless becomes the President
Then why do they bother for another Election?

*'A Moral collapse, culture of greed and selfish indifference is to blame for the recent riots.'
-British Prime Minister Mr.David Cameron

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A praise to go around

Yes, everybody around you may praise
No one may beat eye brow and rise
Any unpleasant or unwanted remark
As they find in you a killer shark

You are perfect at your kill
Everything is done at will
You have every reason to feel
And seat comfortably at wheel

You are driving force
People may regret it with remorse
For the fear that you may leave
Very hard for them to believe

So never have illusion
With no more confusion
They may not speak or act
But lead you believe that you are perfect

Who does not live in fallacy?
It is natural policy
One may like nice and sweet coated words
For anything good and looking forward

Is it your beauty alone?
That ruins everything like cyclone?
Many are crest fallen like trees?
A musical sound around you like honey bees

Is it coupled with your intelligence?
That drives them crazy in your presence?
They have nothing else to offer except helping hand
You make them feel as very good friend

Is it your decency or good behavior?
That can be read easily like mirror
You tend to deceive no one
And liked by friend, foe or everyone

Are you gifted with snake’s charm?
Why is that not one ants you to harm?
Is it your ability to control the situation?
Or you act and balance the equation?

Is your complete ignorance r innocence?
That stops people from doing any nonsense?
Do you have reflexive mood to act?
Or hostile to counter and react?

It is nice to know that you are armed with
Controlled smile with no more opening of teeth
It keeps danger at quite good distance
You have balanced view with clear stance

There is no dearth or shortage of beauty queens
Everybody may try and would love to be very keen
It is desirable that one must understand protect self
It is like finding a treasure in the sea shelf

You are exposed to innumerable moral risks
You should be in time capable to offer kicks
It is not the advantage on one side alone
The opportunity once lost means completely gone

You may sometimes be called arrogant
And also referred as child or infant
It is not the acting but self defense
You are caving out the way from dense forest

You are and should be known as you are
Let people not praise you and remain far
You are there as special entity
You may live there as fine quality

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A praise around