Such arguments
How far we may go on buying such arguments?
Terrorists raise head and claim religious sentiments
We give free hand at the cost of poor soldiers
No one to shed tears for their life thereafter
Let their blood look no cheap
Let us pray for their soul to rest and weep
No one may be prepared lay down lives tomorrow
If it is made certain for life to throw
We repent nothing and news appear daily
The charm for life and dedication looks silly
How come young boys may come forward and show it really?
The nation owes much from us but who will now commit folly?
When motherland is not safe then why to talk of morality?
We know it is traded off for purchase of bad quality
Soldiers loose life for no fault of theirs but culprits at home
They are sitting in holy democratic temples but alas!
How can they say they are blameless and owe no explanation?
Poor people starve at home and these people go for artificial relation
At one side precious blood is shed and other side official functions
Diplomatic move of all kinds but no disappearance of tension
Robbers, murders and history sheeters adore holy place
Frame the rules to avoid prison and hot chase
Such rules have no place in modern history
These only causes tension, worries and misery
Parliament is not safe heaven even if they are sent as representatives
They are our custodians and meant for encouraging relatives
Once chosen is not permanent place to cheat the people
They are inviting wrath and unforeseen troubles
Strong judiciary must play a part
Let some big fishes go in jails as good start
Life ban for future participation as last resort
Nation awaits safe journey to reach at port
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Land Mine Blast
Land mine blast has caused some deaths
Scores of soldiers on duty had their last breath
Country is silent and so is the leadership
Only family of the bereaved persons may weep
Few bucks may be paid to families as token
Funeral with full state of honor but faith is shaken
This may go on and we may watch silently
Reiterate our resolve for peace and skip later on merrily
No troops are ordered to mob up or offered strong resistance
Under the pretext of protecting innocents for instance
Young soldiers meet with day light crimes
Trust in motherland has changed in recent times
We kill our custodians and defender of the holy land
How come we kill our brethrens who are there to defend!
They see no day or night but spend in thick jungles
Danger all around still face stiff resistance and troubles
We have become selfish and pay no respect
Time has come to peep inside and introspect
Who are we fighting for and at what cost?
The jungles are deserted and seem the habitat for ghosts
External borders are assured to be safe
God only knows how they will defend and save
Weapons are purchased but of inferior nature
Money are spent but cornered by others for sure
We all had dreamed of golden land with all happiness
Freedom, liberty and movement with peace and at ease
Police descend on innocent citizens and show the brutality
People are coming out in open to express the hostility
Poor candidate after election becomes millionaire in few years
Some of the stories are circulated but our ears refuse to hear
Modern temple of highest land has been turned into safe mafias den
Murderers, hoarders and historysheeters are protected even
House of Representatives for people can't grant them immunity
They are social servant and not different from other communities
There [place is among people and can't claim extra benefits
Let them be expelled if they fail to serve the land and prove misfit
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Nation awakes
Total seizure and encroachment of human rights
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Once a leader always a leader
Public failed to read them as reader
All laws and rules meant for public
That has been impetrated as republic
Murderers and mafias can attack at will
Parliament is refuge for thieves to kill
Two birds with one stones
Protection on one side and seat as throne
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Weak judiciary amounting delay in justice
Kept strength at low and not fulfilling the promises
Natural wealth is stolen in day light
Where are the human rights activists to fight?
Beggars rule the national front
Daily corruption comes to light and confront
Right minded people think about real democracy
Who has the real power in hand with supremacy?
Can we not recall people’s representatives?
Can we not decide the fate of natives?
Why wolves are allowed free roam in the streets?
Why can we not amend the rules for expectations to meet?
It is firm resolve not to allow total eclipse
It will meet stiff resistance and response
No one can take it granted where people rule
Not a single or powerful man must try to make them fool
It is awareness and aspirations
Where so many things pose questions
Nation can not progress with empty belly
All measures may stand useless and silly
Poor must find place and say
They can’t be denied rights and pushed away
Entire nation may burn
And turn in rubbles and ruins
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We Still Remember
We cherished your life and ideals
But today they seemed unreal
Those were the days when you were hated
For freedom struggle where Indian were discriminated
It was bloodless war against mighty empire
And achieved for poor country to acquire
A nation to live with honor and pride
But alas! Fell short of expectation due to rule and divide
'Disband the political organization' was your slogan
You were for people and advocated the power to be given
Read elevation of villages to that of small model towns
Where everything was made as per need and owned
What a life Bapu (Gandhi) to remember and worship for noble cause
But it was not going to be so after deliberate pause
Politicians made it their safe heaven and you were shot
Real struggle started for power and was sought
Only Rajghat* is spared from encroachment
Not because of respect but can be noticed any movement
As prejudicial and shame for the entire nation
Such is the hollow show we are developing for the relation
Heritage place is occupied as show rooms
On the name of village industry to groom
A safe and refuge for traitors and scoundrels
Who wants to be appreciated to gain the laurels?
Strikes, hurdles, black marketing and hoarding
We all avail facilities and blossom for boarding
Lavish living and travel abroad for taking money out
Nothing is left to mention or specifically to talk about
For any failure we take your shelter
Use the name and launch the struggle for better
Not for people's cause or stability of the nation
But for entire political family to build the relation
We can't forget you Bapu* for such wonderful contribution
How could that have been made possible for national wealth distribution?
The poor are not disturbed at all and kept at bay
We have many weapons in our armory to stay
Today will be celebrated as Government programme
Children and employees may stay indoors or at home
Pledges will be reiterated and tune will be played
Next day it will be forgotten for people to remain dismayed
*Rajghat,,,, place to pay homage for father of the nation was buried
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Written In Red!
Pages of history of man kind
Are written red,
Those who thought their blood,
As blue as sky or as blue as deep ocean,
Wrote the pages in Red and every page is full of bloodshed!
Hungry people weep for even glass of water,
And even for that they had blood to shed,
Innocent plants or innocent grass die,
When two elephants fight for supremacy!
They never care how many innocent may die!
Great heroes are made on the number of men they despatch to hell,
Saying patriots have heaven in their fight!
They are heroes like matadors at the cost of blood of an innocent bull!
Otherwise they are as you and me except that cruelty,
Men the made several men to shed blood, in the name of woman,
May it be sita, may it be Padmini
Or may be Helen of Troy,
All men were treated like toys
By a that a few mad boys,
To have their woman back,
Or defend their action,
All religions have their history written in red,
May it be books that are from God,
Stained with red, God signed it with blood,
Put the rubber stamp of quality with bone and flesh,
Every nation is having its own fountain of blood shed!
power hungry need only to shed crocodile tears,
Or just present awards and reward,
Those who safeguard
and died to save them!
May it be Ashoka, may it be Idi Ameen
or may be Churchil, or may be Gandhi,
Or may Lincoln or Changez Khan
Only they were famous due blood shed!
May it be history of continent or that sub continent
Only a story written in blood, On human skin and with bones as pens!
May it be any ' -ism ' or may
Politics in spain or Britain,
Equally dangerous are these..
Power or woman,
Ambition or nation,
Whether terrorist or counter terrorist venture
Police or politician,
Every history of massive wealth,
Or a piece of land
Religion or culture, blood is That red ink with pages of history is written only in red!
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Oh, Stop the War, Please!
Oh, stop the war, please!
The world needs only peace;
’Tis time to come back boys!
This war will not conclude;
More people seem to die;
More civilians will get maimed;
In-fighting will kill more;
Afilled with hate, hearts grow;
The place is no more safe;
Democracy won’t work.
Why force a kind of rule,
The people don’t welcome?
Why stay in alien land
And miss your kith and kin?
And blunders too were made;
Their hatred will not fade;
Money spent was all waste;
Reconstruction costs more;
Your lives are now at stake;
’Tis better you return;
Let people choose their rule.
Their land is in ruins;
The world is not happy;
The war was one-sided;
Repercussions will come;
This world can’t be all safe;
Terrorism will grow;
War is a wasteful show;
Why waste your precious time
And risk your life and limb?
When civilian unrest breaks,
No army can succeed;
The horrors of the war
Are fresh in hearts and minds;
Why waste your billions
Over ones who don’t want you?
Your country needs you back;
Your family yearns too;
Don’t you prolong the war;
Wars are always futile,
The innocent blood shed
Will bring curses on you;
So, return boys, won’t you?
You have just stayed enough;
There’s much to do at home;
You need to rest for now!
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How an Ordinary!
How an ordinary man can steer the course?
Of a mighty nation crumbled under its own weight of course
Relentless struggle with no support from people
Yet so much zeal and enthusiasm and capable
How difficult and dangerous is half won struggle?
How dangerous is it to interpret the law of jungles?
Where each individual animal is in search of easy pry
When find the field is open then why not to try?
Country can go to dogs if not nurtured
Not imparted rights and duties and ignorantly ventured
Who else can shed the blood for country’s in dependence?
And yet very much linked to each other for dependence
Anna Hazare showed the way to harness people’s energy
It was neither funded by any group or helped with money
It was self emancipation of like minded people with resolve
Stick on the roads if not tried earnestly for problems to solve
Only people are supreme in nation’s voice
People choose the representatives to work on promises
Rules and regulations are for smooth functioning
Not to subvert it for self interest and undermining
What does the constitution guarantee to its people?
Administration free from fear, strong and capable
Independent judiciary to uphold the basic rights
Where does the question arise leading to fights!
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
If things are not pursued positively
Rulers have to draw strength from the source
That can’t come away by manipulating force
Parliament or anybody can be called holy home
Members or representatives are always welcome
They are our sign of hopes and guardians
Why are we put to shame to call them as custodians?
Take for granted if population rises in revolt
Demands better facilities and control over faults
Things must be takes as possible eruption of volcano
They will be forced out and this they must know
If crowd remain silent with no provocation
It is nice, good and healthy indication
We have lost no love or turned enemy in relation
But today it is the answer we are searching in question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Port Fairy In January
Port Fairy in January on a warm and humid saturday
The beach full of people the young splash and play
In the shallows where the small waves splash onto the beach
In a place safe to swim where the life savers can reach
Anyone who gets in trouble and for help have to shout
To the beach for safety they will drag them out
And if necessary so give them mouth to mouth
The worth of the Life Saver is never in doubt
In the prime of the Summer at the start of the New Year
When people still enjoy the Seasonal cheer
Ageing and younger people and many girl and boy
A dip in salt-water do seem to enjoy
People of all ages and colours and mostly every Race
Make Port Fairy in January quite a busy place.
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Right To Know
The tiny child that lives inside
Deserves the right to know
That life would never be denied
While it had time to grow.
For life is sacred, sanctified,
God's precious one-time gift,
For which He must be glorified
When we our praises lift.
The tiny child that God prepared
Perhaps had much to do,
Perhaps with many blessings shared
With folks like me and you.
Perhaps an artist to be spared,
A doctor or a nurse,
Yet only if the people cared
To bless and not to curse.
The tiny child deserves no tears,
No blood shed as a whim,
No cutting short of future years,
Its destiny to dim
God spared my life to write my fears,
To voice my deep concerns.
God gave me hands and feet and ears.
Such gifts no wise man spurns.
The tiny child can't see the face
Of she who bears its form,
Nor can it know another place
To store it safe and warm
If it could speak, its thoughts to trace,
What wise words could it say?
'I am unique, I grow by grace
Don't throw my life away '
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Ungrateful stage
Ungrateful stage
We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will
How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?
We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?
They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons
Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?
We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted
On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce
We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide
You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Law In Hand
Politics has become cheap game
Only country gets bad name
Unfair practice goes on
Fair name is always blown
How to share dais with their presence?
Why do we hate them at once?
Why do have they thick skin?
What is the motto behind political win?
Why poor not rise in rebellion?
Why do they watch merely from pavilion?
They have made it democratic field
Where only means available is to yield
Political means to amass wealth
Nation suffers poor financial health
Big or small countries suffer a lot
Poor nationals are simply in between caught
What all tricks do they employ to win election?
Dirty game is involved for shady selection
Religion is pitched and cast lines are clearly drawn
Money plays part and rest people are withdrawn
This can still be understood
Even if they promise you free food
Promise stars in day time
But it is to secure dynasty rule for life time
They will install any one they like
Prices may soar and any time hiked
Who cares even if you die or live in misery?
Their luxurious life is must and necessary
Believe me precious food grain is rotting in open
Poor has nothing to eat and for belly to fill in
Prices are sky rocketing and beyond reach
Only influential can survive to become rich
How can you name parliament as an institution?
Where open flight can be seen with continuation
Large numbers of representatives are law offenders
We are the culprit who act as medium for such grabbers
Still time is there to behave and act
Take no law in hand but react
Show them way towards door
Let sovereign state work for the down trodden and poor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Savage
Who gives you the right to come here and tell me
I have to leave this place my home
To you its a jungle, to me its a kingdom
Where (my) people are free there to roam
Born with the stars we are happy and peaceful
til now we were left undisturbed
But you rupture the forests our gardens
And fill them with filth from your cities unheard
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilized progress
Baptizing our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your God is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you cant, no you cant, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both whos the primitive man
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilized progress
Baptizing our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your God is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you cant, no you cant, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both whos the primitive man
Savage, savage
Savage, savage
Whos the savage
Modern man
Whos the savage
Modern man
Beyond the realms of death
He had enough
He couldnt take anymore
Hed found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldnt understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Withdrawn hed sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but Ill still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Beoynd the realms of death.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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The scene of a bomb blast
The scene of a bomb blast
Bodies and body parts strewn all over the place
Hand bags, slippers and other belongings of people too
People are shouting and groaning with pain
The road is flooded by the blood of people injured and died
The survivors trying to help the badly injured
The rescuers helping the injured to go to hospital
What a tragedy
The siren of ambulances says that there was a mishap somewhere
In buses, in trains, on the road
Everywhere explosives find
No place seems safe for people to travel
Some people getting maimed for life
Husbands, wives, children losing their loved ones
Oh! I never dreamt to see this type of scene
In my beloved motherland
It’s bleeding unto death
Who and who are to blame
Only God knows
My prayer everyday is
God makes someone find
Whenever a bomb is planted
And also I pray people will be kind hearted
Not hurt others’ feeling
A person will know another’s life is very precious
Not to get undue advantage
People will stop all kinds of wastage
People will act true to their hearts
People should understand their wrong doings
Learn to say the word ‘sorry'
And to have all ways on mind
That one day you will die!
Praneetha Perera
Moratuwa - Sri Lanka
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Rhythm Nation
with music by our side
to break the color lines
let's work together
to improve our way of life
join voices in protest
to social injustice
ageneration full of courage
come forth with me
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
this is the test
no struggle no progress
lend a hand to help
your brother do his best
thinds are getting worse
we have to make them better
it's time to give a damn
let's work together...come on...
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation(people)
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
(rhythm nation) yeah
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Bapu You Could
Bapu* you could have lived little more
Now we know how your words could explore?
Create magical effect in the hearts of terrorists
Even change the cruel hearts of atheists
We are ignorant about the word 'pardon'
We resort to comic picture and paint you in cartoon
Convey the message through mimickery
But with a relevance of it for an adversary
What would have happened to world?
If you were born in mountains so cold
No existence of love and never known about freedom
World would have known it seldom
Where only bullets form melody
Where people die for somebody
Always in captivity and no voice
What could you give them in form of promise?
The mountains could provide safe heaven
For all those who needed calm and peace even
They could have risen taller than the big hills
Creating peace ripples with strong will
Bapu you should have been in those ravaging parts
Where only bullets rule and human lives depart
As if one piece of onion is shelved off
Human life is reduced to laugh
Not a pen work here but only Kalashnikov rifles
Life is so scared and remains mentioned in files
Not one two or ten die daily for selfish pride
Even small child holds rifle and never try to hide
They fire at target and silence the human life
It is rugged mountain and life is full of strife
Bapu you will have to be borne with deadly weapon
As life will not be spared on the paper or gesture coupon
Even in civilized areas people have become more deadly
People here too not feel safe and lead quiet happily
In day time murder takes place and women are raped
Even in that case mountains are safe and needs to be clapped
The chiefs are wedded to old traditional rules
But they are deeply religious and understand it in full
If their homeland is taken by force to drive them away
Their struggle for just peace can't be stayed
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Tide and Fall
Tears just dropped
As I had totally flopped
At large scale on each front
Only to repent and bear the brunt
On life's platter
What to utter?
It is tragic
Without any basic
I have nothing to claim as credit
Everything goes on side of the debit
Not a single instance I can cite
As if holy one to recite
What did I give her?
Except pain to bother
Never took her seriously
Harassed and caused shocks mentally
How come people say bluntly?
'Life is like two wheels' fluently
When they observe no norms
Live life like insects and worms
What did I do to justify?
My association to simplify
The living style to suit our need
Except hunt towards greed
She stood by the side
As if to witness areas very wide
Right from marriage life to social obligation
She did right thing for holy relation
I sit under tree and hear melody
She was not ordinary or somebody
But as an integral part of life crusade
I simple made cruel joke and took it as trade
It can be termed as cry in wilderness
Not to be linked to an ideal face
It might have not represented sunny side
Yet to show the world on the side of fall and tide
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Parting Thoughts
When I was young and no one to love
I lost my way from the skies above
Pain I felt everywhere I went
I wish I could die and have my life spent
I thought to myself to give up on it all
And I wish I could
But I can not, not yet
The friends I have to hold still dear
Are people to remember for the rest of my years
If the demons do return back into my head
I will remember the swear that I have said
To keep and protect, to help and to do what is right
Even in the darkest scariest of nights
To keep them happy no matter the cost
To bring them home if they are lost
To give up the knowledge of knowing that I have done good
Because I know that is what anyone should
To fight back evil even at it’s best
Check that it’s safe before laying to rest
I will never share this information
Not even with my wife
Because she must not know that I have given up my life
My body must become sword and shield
To make all who oppose knell down and yield
I know that I did decide to put my life on the line
That’s why I thought of this poem in my last 7 breaths time
I don’t have a lot left for this poem
Now some people may claim I look at peace
Because last night we were attacked and I died
At least I kept her safe, at least, at least...
Written: February 15,2010
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Safe In My Heart
In this world, life can be hard on a sensitive girl
Who do you turn to, when you really need someone
Dont give in, hold on, and in time
The day will come, and you will know
That your life has only just begun
And you will feel love, youll feel the earth meet the heavens above
Leave the past behind, now is the time
Put your trust in me, and believe, when I tell you
I want you, close to me
And from now until the end of time
Youll be safe, safe in my heart, so safe, you know you are
In this space, in this heart
There will always be a place for you
Safe in my heart
From now on, girl Ill be there, Ill be strong for you
When you need me, Ill be right here by your side
Put your trust in me and believe when I tell you
I need you, close to me
From now, till the end of time, I want you to know
You are safe, in my heart, so safe, you know you are
In this space, in this heart
Theres no room, for anyone but you
I would cry for you, even die for you
So just listen and remember, there will always be a place
For you
Safe in my heart
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Brave sikhs
Brave people from India to be found with turban
Spread all over world, cities, areas in rural and urban
There is not the race to raise only slogans
They are martial race and carry weapon even
Resolve to die for motherland and country
Lay a life for causes to alleviate the misery
Stand by for people and lead them to safety
Such is Sikh* turban man as you mention in your poetry
Whole country takes pride in their race
They love to die for challenges to face
No one can raise a finger in dishonor
They are the people and actual defender
We love them and nation owes so much
Took all the brunt and suffered so much
Invaders plundered their land number of times
But they fought heroically and stood fast all the times
Whole nation is indebted to their valor and courage
They have provided food to all and safe refuge
Their religious heads gurus* stood for principles
The sink people value it and remain as staunch disciples
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stop gap
Death is defined as just rest place and stop gap
Journey to heavenly abode and considered right step
Birth in next world, if that is desired, dependent on His will
Happy ending if one is contended and rightly feels
It is not preferred by anybody but till it comes
No one is happy about it and doesn’t welcome
New birth is celebrated with joy and fun fare
No one tries to knows how it comes and from where?
If death really would not have been the fear factor?
People would have interfered in all the sectors
Leaving of this world makes them real little scary
Otherwise they would have been left with no worry
They could have defied temporal’s authority
Simply not have bowed head before almighty
Life would have been made tough and living hell
Things could have been made dreary and not well
Death is welcome step and good gesture
Everybody is having final day decided for future
Not a second can be shifted from here and there
You got to feel comfortable, very safe and stay here
Why He doesn’t interfere in day today’s routine?
Why do we console ourselves even after not doing fine?
It is our inner strength that holds us together
Death or no death we simply don’t bother
We must accept it as immortal factor
We come here in life to play as actor
No one cares or try to know what the life is all about?
Is it punishment to suffer in life or opt out?
Life is precious gift to human being
He can be either very poor or king
He may lead it with fun fare and joy
Though life may be simply decoy
Life should not considered as burden
We can make it beautiful like heaven
It has its own charm and purpose
We must mean it and not to suppose
Life is to be enjoyed with full length
It is not weakness but real strength
What one needs to know is its mission?
Leave the life decently with good liaison
You may not have chance to revisit place
No one can grant you permission to replace
It has to be spent with grace and happiness
Pray the almighty for His mercy and kindness
We must bow our head with gratitude
We should have generous and nice attitude
Life and dearth is synonymous thing
It is part of cycle and that speaks something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Last Look
One last look is all I have
of our home we built together
were our dreams were born
with one last look I bide them farewell
One Last look is all I have
Saying good bye to the town
where we played and dreamed together
the tree were we shared our fist kiss
the fountain where I asked for your love
I watch as we leave
never to see this place again
One last looks is all I have
as soldiers over run our home
we didn't choose a side in the war
but we were considered a threat
one last look is all I have
because of a fool king fears us
One last look is all I will have
as I see the soldiers arrive
our convoy leaves ahead of them
hoping that we will be long gone
to somewhere safe before they come
but alas it isn't to be
One Last look is all I have
to see you my love
as I turn my horse to face the soldiers
I hear you cry my name
I take one last look
I see the tears in your eyes
I feel them in mine
others ride with me
we take one last look
at what means the most to us
as we raise our blades
and a cry escapes our lips
we bide farewell
with one last look
poem by Trevor McLeod
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