Speechless And Dumb
I remained speechless and dumb
As if the noise was heard from bomb
Many bodies lay scattered all over the places
There was cry for help and frantic chase
It was heavy and loud explosion
People were standing in queue for quick disposition
They were at the counters in many numbers
Just it was to turn in tragic events for members
Many were to be dead for no reason
The mission was to be handiwork of mindless persons
The separatists and terrorists are raising heads again
Worries and agony all over for people to bear with pain
What can be the goal in specific for carrying out carnage?
How could they carry out plan in crowded place and manage?
Do they not fear for their life and community at large?
How long they can evade law and remain at large?
Whole of world is shivering under constant threat
Lots of fund is earmarked and created to counter and meet
The challenges posed by enemy is to keep people at ransom
How can one think of these acts as any value of brilliance or wisdom?
We are to be blamed for our inability to counter
How can they come at will and choose place to enter?
How can we show slackness despite given enough of warning?
Cry for help later on with lots of difficulties and yearning
It may be little dramatic to explain such incidences
It hardly needs mention with long references
Yet it merits attention as precious lives are at stake
We may be loosing many more if remain not awake
I might have lost no dear ones or relative
Still matter is important and very much subjective
It indicates lots of things and requires action with stern hand
Foes are to be picked up and saved the life of friends
They have no religion or particular ideology to follow
They will wait for opportunity to strike and meanwhile lay low
How can one think of killing innocent persons?
When we all are human beings and God’s sons
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With loud bang
With loud bang
I was loosing my sense with loud bang
Sudden burst of cracker’s sound and rang
Big explosion near by and I found senseless
As if no body parts attached and wound on face
I wanted to shout but could not
I tried to move little forward and fought
But of no use and cries all over
How to run for shield or cover?
In seconds it was all over
The dark clouds were seen however
The rain started to pour
I felt so sad with pain and soar
I saw the bodies scattered
My all dreams shattered
It was just bang and loud explosion
Humanity y was on shame with many questions
I want to speak but can’t
I wish to see and want
But I fail as my body doesn’t cooperate
I want to show something and narrate
Please come someone here and pick
People rush from here with panic
Many lay on ground motionless
Awkward and ghastly scene to see and face
O god, hear my prayers and rescue
I am unable raise my voice and review
Who are all fallen victims to attack?
Why so many lives at risk and stake?
May be scores of people lying dead
Many concerns are possibly seen or read
They had all come with high hopes
Their life was merely hinged on ropes
Can I speak for a while?
I can’t do it for while
My body wishes but unable to do
Only life is left there to feel true
Oh God, give them some lesson
To pick innocent lives can be no reason
They are dear and near to someone
Few losses here and there may help no one
Thousands more may die in such fashion
Bereaved families may loudly cry and get mention
But how long we may bear such losses?
What are we doing to protect when silent are the bosses?
*Bomb explosion near high court in India*
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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
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Heresy
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
All around that dull gray world
From moscow to berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in
The counter-revolution
People smiling through their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?
All those precious wasted years --
Who will pay?
All around that dull gray world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy
The counter-revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
All around this great big world
All the crap we had to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake
The bloody revolution
All the warheads in its wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
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Theory Of Love And Peace
I wondered over the theory of love and peace
How it worked together and so much at ease
How could one school of thoughts survived for centuries?
When world was engulfed with clashes and miseries?
I have believed in harmonious existence
There are pretty number of instances
Where neighbors of different religions coexisted
Lived for years still remained aloof and unrelated
How come fanatics raised head all of sudden?
Where from they borrowed idea of one religion even?
How come world be convinced over their ideology?
When they are divided over and still raise the bogey?
I still give some marks to their intolerant attitude
If some one has hurt their sentiments with ingratitude
Some comments about their religion and heads
How that can be all over when no one has heard about or read?
Have we misinterpreted our own religion?
Taken to heart what has been practiced in other regions?
Followed same views and points for adoption?
Where as some change would have been contemplated with action
I read some where that offer another cheek if one is slapped
Don’t laugh at his misery and insult with slightly clapped
Feel unhappy when neighbor is in duress and needs attention
These were all preached and found with almost all with mention
I feel remorse when hear that certain followers massacred
While offering prayers at sacred place when peacefully lead
What was their fault in offering or remembering almighty?
Why do such disgruntled persons claim and later on ask for pity
I wish to raise my banner of revolt under peaceful resolve
Demand for total annihilation if they don’t fall in line and solve
If need be, under one single command and one mission
No mercy whatsoever for their such acts and omission
I can understand their ire for persons of different religion
What logic they provide for persons of same faith in region?
Where should they go for the fear of loosing life?
Have they to live only to face bullets or on edge of knife?
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People Should Fight
People should fight daily and die
You are insensible person and never ask me why?
I shall not stand by you and support
I, along with greed and jealousy, will never allow ship to reach the port
I sincerely wish that people should never unite
They should have no cordial relation and good ties
Why should they come together and fight against us
With great efforts now hunger, poverty has put in us the trust
Now we will see that loot and plunder takes place daily
People should die and provide us entertainment really
We were waiting for such occasion to come
Now we are happy that it has finally come
We have now reached almost all parts of the globe
We have grip over major countries including Europe
Asia we have kept burning with constant drive
They will fight among themselves and not bother to survive
We supported foolish autocrats and political adversaries
We have net work all over and they act for us as mercenaries
For paltry sum they may kill anybody and make bomb blasts
Like this our ambition will be fulfilled and we will long last
We have enough of gold and cash on hand
People are ready to sell their country's interest and become friends
We will give them shelter along with comfortable stay
They will carry out our orders and then go fled away
'Terrorists are curse and posing big threat' we believe it
'Kill the enemy with help of his/her enemy' we honor them and treat
Many may die for our undesired and undeclared ambition
But that is our secret plan and we want its successful completion
Before people come to know about our sinister design
We will secretly shift our base, disappear and resign
They will fight among themselves and perish
Our job will be made easy and they will go with fight to finish
Let poor die and honest suffer
As they always remain spectator and have nothing to counter
If they had little sense and good counsel
They should have excelled long back and performed well
We are enjoying with all from all the sides
We have everything and there is nothing to hide
So long as people are lethargic and not alive to danger
We will reign supreme, fear nobody and express no anger
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On Terrorists
Why kill the persons in the streets?
Why maim the innocent children?
Why bomb schools, temples and cities?
Why destroy lives and property?
Why make the world more insecure?
Why spread ‘fear psychosis’ ’midst men?
Why blame others for your own faults?
Why gain the curse fellowmen?
Why kidnap persons aimlessly?
Why ravish people senselessly?
Why murder people ruthlessly?
Why invite wrath of Almighty?
The brave fight soldiers uniformed;
The valiant harm not citizens;
Just cowards kill poor unarmed men;
Terrorists can’t get people’s love!
Life is most precious wealth on earth;
Revengeful hearts cannot find peace;
A few can’t hold rest to ransom;
‘To kill and be killed’ is insane!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
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Under constant fear
We are living under constant fear
The crowded market places has brunt to bear
It is easy target for terrorists to strike
It is scene of the day and much to our dislike
Some of the disgruntled forces think otherwise
Their ideology is based on weapons to improvise
They think people can be subdued by violence
There terror has to be spread on large scale hence
There have no religion to follow
Some of outdated customs forcefully to allow
No voice against their action to be tolerated
Cut the throats and leave the body mutilated
Some of the provisions made for spread of the terror
The arms, ammunition and training provided to minors
The brain wash and untruth spread in the minds
Where can one survive and only terror to find?
It is not the religion alone behind the game
The age old custom and monopoly to blame
They have no hesitation to kill a person
What will they offer in His audience any valid reason?
It is alright to go in and praise martyrdom
It is essential and necessary for any freedom
It requires sacrifice if not to be called zero
The nation pays homage to such brave heroes
No nation can be cowed down by suicide attacks
It speaks of cowardice act and generally lacks
The strong resolve to attain the desired aim
How can they seriously come forward to claim?
Some futile steps here and there can not weaken
The nationalist sprit can not be shaken
It will strengthen the opinion against them on the contrary
These steps are unwarranted and totally unnecessary
We have witnessed enough of bloodshed
Now there is no scope for counting the dead
How many lives can you take by surprise?
There is no more gain left to summarize
No one may buy the arguments
This is real freedom fighter’s movement
The independence can not be won by wanton killing
It will add to woes and only grief filling
The world at large has realized the point
Some of the nations have yet to join
To offer meaningful solutions to the fight
The honorable place has to be given to the right
We may leave behind troubled land
Burning with fire and no one is to be trusted as friends
History will never pardon us for such a fluid and dangerous situation
How much blood might have been shed till then for such continuation?
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Chickenguinea
Chicken guinea, yes it is chicken guinea
Villagers were told to listen to their plea
It was wide spread in whole of the village
It did not spare children, young and people of all the ages
It was wide spread in entire village
Just like epidemic, it started to take toll of all the ages
It had affected the persons when they were at work
Women while washing and men at their place of work
The laborer had spade up in air when affected
The house wife had no time to take out hand and act
The soap remained in hand while taking bath
All feared for life and medical teams were on rescue path
The actual cause remained unknown but was found
Some of the pigs were given poison while roaming around
Their bodies were scattered and lying in open
The germs spread immediately and effect was all of sudden
The human body parts were severely affected
Some had hand struck and could not lift hand or act
Legs and muscles were inviting lots of pain
It took heavy toll but worries and concern remained
Out of 15000 population three fourth of them were under attack
Entire population may complain about severe headache
I remember it had no medicine to offer any assistance
It remained for longer period with series of pains sequences
It brought some kind of awareness as it had to do with cleaning
The hygienic condition was to be maintained with real meaning
The disease was to remain over spread as it lacked proper handling
Yet it was tackled with whatever medicine was available and on hand
Some of the diseases are not spreading of their own
We are inviting them despite its seriousness is known
We wake up only when it is going out of hand
It affects everybody whether it is foe or friend
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Choice To Choose
There is choice to choose
Lots of grounds to gain or loose
Thoughts san action may serve no purpose
There are many things to act rather than to suppose
If you want to liberate then rise in rebellion
Don’t watch it from far end and sit in pavilion
It may need more blood and concrete action
Use of good words may invoke no reaction
Let the ground become wet with blood
Let there be hundreds of death without food
Let nature turn against for the want of support
But remember ship may turn one day at port
Armed rebellion is not the answer
This has been chosen by the fewer
Non-violence and disobedience has yielded results
Even though that has cause pain and insults
I wish whole Africa rises in rebellion
Shun the violence and resorts to campaign
No killing of innocent people and loosing of goal
Energy can be obtained by burning the coal
Ignite the passion and infuse the spirit
Hold the fire urn and take it to meet
All challenges that lay ahead in your way
Drive all the forces from your path far away
I know it may be longer
But not impossible any longer
It may create favorable condition
Where Africans may have real union
Uphold your unity and value
See the outside world with review
Work out for the mission and surge ahead
Message will be well understood and read
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Humanity
Everytime I walk down the street
I see lots of idiocy
Lots of hypocrites
Lots of ignorance
Lots of people polluting the street
With lots of litter
When I talk to people
They bring up facebook and twitter
I'm like 'Can you talk about something else? '
This is all people talk about these days
All I hear is celebrity gossip and drama
No one knows how to have fun
Everyone's forgotten how to have fun
I hate society
I hate most people
I wish the human race was extinct
I wish the world would just end
A Tribute to September,11 2001
Dawn breaks over the horizon,
the first rays of sunshine
start to warm the air
and brighten the city.
It is a clear blue sky this morning,
it is just perfect.
Everyone buzzes around, ready
to start their morning.
Nothing at all seems to
be wrong or could ruin this day.
No one is aware of the
immanent danger they are in.
New Yorkers rushing to do
all they need to,
not taking a moment to
stop and see the world.
BOOM! ! ! Hundreds of
innocent people, their lives
suddenly go up in flames
as the plane crashes.
Thousands of people below
suddenly stop to see
the inferno inside the building
rage on and the smoke billow out.
This once seemingly great day,
now has threatened us
and the lives of many people,
it is now an attack.
The people below stop to stare,
trying to figure out what
happened for this explosion
to occur inside the building.
No one ever thinks that
a jumbo airliner,
carrying lots of people,
had been hijacked by terrorists.
This plan had been made
long before this day.
The hearts of these men
turned to evil.
Their intent, to kill
thousands of people,
no matter what
race, age or gender.
Everyone and anyone was
a potential target.
Making us all the same.
United in their evil plot.
They studied all of us,
blended in, and learned
how to manipulate our system.
All of us unaware.
Inside the building,
people make their way
to escape, to survive.
Everyone flooding the exits.
While others still are trapped.
Many already know their fate.
They make the decision
to end it sooner, rather than later.
Rather than face the flames,
they jump, their bodies
becoming missiles and don't
stay intact.
Almost as if God, himself,
took them away before
they could ever land.
Horror spreads across the growing crowds.
Just as everyone thinks,
nothing else could possibly happen...
BOOM! ! ! Another plane
crashes into the second building.
More innocent people's lives
stop, just as they were beginning.
Screams and chaos breaks out
in everyone watching.
The world has been turned
upside down and horrors never thought of,
now turn into reality.
Everyone's heart, united in agony.
The clear blue sky is now
tainted with thick black smoke,
the smoke of hatred
from men who saw this as good.
The world seems to stop to watch,
holds their breath and
prays that nothing else happens.
Prays that it is all just a dream.
People at home watching,
pick up the phone and dial
their loves ones to
make sure they are alright.
Others immediately call to
see how they can help
the people in New York.
Ready to do anything.
Just as everything seemed alright,
the building gives way,
the whoosh of air hits
everyone below as it comes crashing.
Ash surrounds everyone.
Pandemonium erupts as
people run for their lives,
almost everyone gets caught in the ash cloud.
Everything goes from color,
to ash grey, connecting everyone again.
Everything looks like statues now
as if time now stands still.
The grey of the ashes
sets and even more depressing
tone to the worst
possible situation.
The earth trembles once again,
as the second building crashes down.
Thousands of lives now lost,
to the hatred of those men.
They had a goal,
and the succeeded in
what they wanted.
Their hatred won...
Men, women, sons, daughters,
Mothers, fathers, friends,
all gone in a matter of seconds.
No one even heard their cries.
But they did not loose
their life in vain.
We as Americans became
stronger and now stand together.
Brave men and women
have gone across seas to
fight to keep our freedom,
in the names of those killed.
Now we stand, hand in hand,
fighting against terrorism.
Fighting for the lives lost,
they will not die in vain.
May we never forget
9-11 and the precious
meaning of life.
May we love more and hate less.
God Bless those people who died,
the people who lost loved ones,
those still fighting for freedom,
and God Bless America.
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Doom's Day
It was proving day of the doom
There was hope or left with any room
Everybody thought I would die next moment
Such were the hopeless and sad comments
I was rushed to hospital in comma condition
I was blinded by powerful explosion
It was planted on the cycle carriage
They had planned and successfully managed
The life was running normal in street
The terrorists had chosen to meet
At isolated place and worked out
To witness their deadly attack and talk about
We were moving in unconcerned state
As every was rushing to the work very late
Such was an ideal situation to catch people unaware
As they won’t be able to retaliate or dare
Only human beings are easy targets
They have to succumb to fate
But certain things we can’t leave to terrorists
They may be powerful but be twisted on wrists
I had picked unknown object
It was bright pack enough to attract
It was nice and cleverly managed Como fledge act
I fell pray to their powerful tact
I got lesson not to pick anything unknown
Though it’s impact and result was already known
I was saved thorough timely medical attention
The poem needs to be added with clear mention
I am alive because of people’s participation
They know and act with in anticipation
Such incidences can’t be stopped altogether
Yet they can be avoided from spreading further
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Age Old Dilemma
It has remained and been age old dilemma
But spelt well now by others and Dalai Lama
What we had understood about real life?
Was it merely passing time with very good wife?
That may be one good aspect
We failed to understand it and respect
It has always been a mystery and mirage
Lots of thesis can be written on long pages
Think of poor people who have nothing eat!
Look after family and children with two ends to meet
Very difficult to understand the philosophy in real terms
When situation is so tidy and cruelly turns
He has no where to go but fight to fill hunger
So much rage inside with lots of hatred and anger
Whole world seems against and remedy for poverty
Where is the time to remember good thing and almighty?
Those who have enough of means try for more wealth
They need enormous even at the cost of their health
Humanity is just farce and no value for human being
They want to have sway allover and rule as king
It may be naïve to discard such theory
It is cause of concern and worry
We spend the life in pursuit of money
There leaves less time to enjoy the honey
Life comes to an end when everything is in hand
Lots of relatives wait for speedy departure at the end
Since you have failed to realize happily with wealth
They want lion’s share after your early death
This dogma has remained for ever and may continue
No one has come out of it even after repeated review
It is mirage hunt that keeps us in fray
We are running after it and always going away
Some individuals successfully come out of it and enjoy
For them life is mission and should be continued with joy
It is likely not to come in thousands of years
So live up to full length even if some agony comes to bear
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
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Power Conferred By Money
It is a fact that human beings cannot live without money
People go to work everyday because of money
The more money we have the greater the influence
The more influence we have the greater the control
The more control we have the greater the power
Therefore with lots of money, we acquire power
We classify some people as rich, affluent and prosperous
This is because they have lots and lots of money
By the way - what is this power conferred by money?
In other words - how powerful is money?
Several people agree that money is everything
Lack of money can lead to divorce
Labour unions will go on strike for money
Political campaign is doomed without money
Businesses close down when they have no money
Consultants sell their services for money
Without money we cannot acquire any property
In some countries, access to superior medical services
Is not possible if you do not have lots of money
Also in a number of societies, the caliber of education
You can have depends on how wealthy your parents are
To have money power is to have authority
Oh! Money, what are we going to do without you?
Many believe that money talks everywhere
Whoever has more money makes the loudest noise
The power conferred by money turn few people
To be labeled as the movers and shakers
Does this mean that the poor have less power?
Take a closer look at the society in general
The answer is everywhere and in all places
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I Feel Sad
Why do I feel bad about fanatics?
What is simple thought or any basic?
What can be termed as logic?
I have no answer for it and feel so sick
Whether enemy or friends
What shall be our stand?
To treat them in real life or up to an end
Does it compel us to change the attitude or mend?
Two recent reports shattered my belief?
It made my heart to sink over no relief
On and off such repetition is made
Bullets are indiscriminately sprayed
People have lost their lives while greeting
Some thirty odd lives were lost while meeting
The holy place was blasted off for no reason
How can we celebrate today as true devotee or person?
Men killed in street are not regretted
Opponent's disappearance still can be termed as ill fated
But what about people gathered in holy place for prayers?
What do we call mercenaries or bullet sprayers?
Which religion permits such an outrage?
How can we tolerate such carnage?
Who will then come forward for propagation of true religion?
Such kind of hatred may engulf entire region?
I want to disassociate from such kind of people
Who knows nothing about human sufferings and struggle?
What do they know about the precious human lives?
What else is left there in life to pursue and believe?
I hate such people for their blind theory
They may survive little more time to feel sorry
It only adds momentum to increase worry
Let them be cursed with all displeasure from almighty
• Media reposted recent killings in Afghanistan
• Displacement of large Muslim population in Myanmar
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Needs Watch
'Dada, dada, * where are you looking at '
Why are not responding to that?
The grandson was showing something in hand
He was playing instrument just picked from the band
I just woken up from the dreamy situation
He interrupted suddenly from its continuation
I was seized with lots of in fighting
It was 'do or die' approach and suddenly igniting
I am hale and hearty with no complication
I observe tight schedule but with smooth observation
Nothing goes out of mind for a second
I consider life as precious even more than diamonds
I see the elderly people depart all of sudden
They don't have time to pass on secrets even
It is followed by lots of bitterness in family
Everybody right from top to bottom fight silly
It is over small portion of inheritance
It is secret treasure hidden at once
Elder kept it under control and in possession
Now it has created bitterness and confusion
What will happen to my valuables?
This had puzzled me and created troubles
I used to sink in unnecessary tactics
I feared it would certainly imbalance my statistics
These were the most important questions
It is not even worth to make here mention
Yet it occupies most important position
Where we need agreeable disposition
I was brought to live scene
Where such helplessness was exposed and seen
Life is uncertain and needs complete watch
Solution for the harmony and sweet relation there after should be searched
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Continue normal way
Everything is going on as usual
Nothing is taken as unusual
People move in causal manner
Mix with each other and feel better
Human nature is as such and needs company
You may need some one to confide and not so many
Hence there is compulsion to create small group or circle
Where you can get support for everything and avoid possible troubles
No one knows what is happening on another side
As world has become one with areas very wide
People have moved closer with so much of cooperation
Opened up new avenues with closer ties and cordial relation
Who moves us to explore all possibilities?
When we know life is uncertain with lots of uncertainties?
Who pulls string from behind and make to dance with particular tune?
Everybody is aware of the fact and to some extent remain genuine
We can sustain the onslaughts but can’t remove
We can put brave front and try to improve
But altogether it is somebody who guides us invisibly
Forces us to act stubborn and show the result notably
It is nice place to stay on beautiful earth
A place specially created to enjoy and end up with death
No one is immortal here and leave behind everything
Yet some people forget the basic fact and try stick on for something
Let us enjoy in limited span that has been given
Let the basic threat remain in force but forgotten
We play our part as per the conscience and situation
Life is as such with us for the simple continuation
We can’t shorten the life line or increase
That idea should never enter in mind, please
Try to lift as many miserable people as possible
The life for them otherwise proved quite impossible
We live as human being and continue normal way
We confine to circle and never try divide or go away
It is once in life time chance that we are here
Think of other land if that is possible and available there
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Matters!
What a transformation from innocence to eagerness!
Cheeks turning into red with lots of glow on face
The sudden appearance of lovable feelings
Search for more friendly environment and willingness
All such things happen as soon as childhood vanishes
The simple boys or girls turn into their serious wishes
The will power to execute powerful ideas into reality
Human values to turn into acceptable zone with quality
It is all that we wish to happen on large scale
We want their faces to shine with brightness before turning pale
Millions dream about their land and want to live happily
To grab any opportunity that comes on the way readily
Such is general trend but things do happen in rosy way
Youngsters make unique style of approach and pay
Special attention to attract their man of liking
Go all the way to accommodate and start striking
Large space is created to dream and wish for
Take everything in personal stride and sought for
It is this stage that makes young hearts to breath fresh
With all their aspirations to meet and cash
Seasons change and so the mind develop
All wishes just emerge and never stop
Steps move in fast and wait for someone
Knock awaited and dreamed for special one
No one can advance any reason for change
It has come all along with the blessings and age
It is his creation that makes some one to love
Bring in near to embrace and believe
All stupid acts turn into sweet memory
Freedom of movement leads to joy without worry
Where is the scope to turn it into sadness and feel sorry?
It is all that designed in such a way that it compels us to carry
Seasons, flowers and rain all that makes difference
Youngsters come to life and draw the inference
What to comment and what to write about all changes
We are all human beings to take care and manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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