Taken over by hatred
I don’t know why love has been taken over by hatred?
What makes us to believe in hard core’s philosophy and be led?
Why is it so that age old traditions have been on complete vane?
Why it causes sudden shock, agony, maltreatment and pain?
I think no one has an answer for explanation
The sacred relation has not been looked kindly in question
Somewhere there has been done honor killing
And somewhere shot down, hanged and shown as willing
Can any one term love as market commodity?
Is it the only treatment we meat out and term it as dirty?
Have you ever heard words used and hurled with abusive language?
Nothing helps us to prove as cultured entity in present age
I have watched same treatment from child age
Women dragged from their houses to face the carnage
The worst treatment on the name of their honor and pride
Where as there is much to claim for and nothing to hide!
I fear it has origin in our ancestral philosophy
Either we have not fully understood the message of almighty
Or disregarded the inconvenient portion to expose inability
Any how we are shameless creature on earth with no responsibility
How can there be language, race, color and nationality barriers?
When we are sent here as messengers and love carriers
History may not repeat for out future generations
They might have long history of bitterness with many questions
Let us make no discrimination between gender and religion
It might differ from race to race and region to region
But it will never discriminate in finding the companion
Even though there is complete awareness about union
Let us widen the doors of friendship and show keenness
We are not from primitive state so to keep hard stance on face
We need change and complete overhaul to meet the challenges
It will be our endeavor to see how best we can imprint new things on pages
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Guilty and Sad
It makes me feel guilty and sad
When some one calls me bad
It is so particularly in the case of spy
Valiant attempt for motherland but suicidal try
“Don’t do the work that may send you in jail”
“Attempt at nothing that may curtail your freedom and fail”
Sir, I cry today as my years have been spent in dungeon
Living hell for a person to undergo strict terms of prison
What you can term as living hell on earth?
He posed a question virtually fearful of death
They tried virtually to kill me by breaking feet and hands
As my mind was so much infused with love for motherland
Can you believe almost 30 years with prison sentence?
How much agony and pain to be spent with mind so much tense?
No one was there to talk with and see the light of the day
Food to be served with insult and sometimes thrown away
I was handcuffed and tied with locks on feet
To be kicked with filthy language as if to greet
“Traitors are to be treated with same treatment”
Such words used to be hurled as comments
Today I am out from prison and back to country
I thank everybody for efforts made and particularly the almighty
Without his blessings I couldn’t have seen light of the day
Such is the experience and mission to be undertaken in hazardous way
I have no regrets for services rendered to the cause of motherland
Yet I may advice people to remain away and act as friends
I have lost everybody and put to shame by label of prisoner
I pray almighty to free me from that label sooner
It will be considered as no sacrifice if done for noble cause
The countries at war sometimes resort to such practice
Yet nothing should be done to create bad blood and hatred
It is their affair and must be allowed freely to be led
I cry not for the mistreatment caused in enemy territory
But maltreatment meted out at home as an adversary
Not sympathy or words of praise for undergoing torture
What could have I expected from enemy as nice treatment for sure?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Races and colors
According to Hindu mythology
Dark color represents almighty
Lord Krishna himself was dark and blue
Millions today starve for glimpses of him to view
It is still a hard feeling in minds
We dislike the black color wherever we find
Express freely against it and tease
Let us not do it for God's sake please
Color, cast and religion
Should never be our concern
Wherever we are and whatever we profess
Just bow head before him and confess
"O God, take me out from this world"
The moment you feel that I am untrue and turning cold
I shall forget not what is revealed in your teachings
Let not a single word go as missing"
Who are we on earth to paint anyone as evil?
It is his creation and no one has power or will
I shall cry at any kind of ill treatment
Curse my ills and openly resent
Person suffers due to his own act
No one has any right to offer comment or act
If bad weather or region is meant to suffer
Let come forward and gracefully offer
Almighty is ocean of mercy
He conveys it through regular frequency
We fail to grab the message
Only to witness dark history on page
Can't we see with our own naked eyes?
Why nature is against us even if whole mankind try?
The wrath and nature's fury is seen
Yet we are blind and not very much keen
O lord, give little sense to all those
Who are bent upon and deliberately choose
The way of annihilating particular race
Now they themselves will face worst kind of chase
Let us be tolerant to all races and colors
White is peace and black is tolerance
We need both in our day to day deal
We need to express solidarity and not to conceal
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Competition
Iam running race
Yet only with myself
Iam sincerely attempting to not compare nor
Compete with anyone else
This race to unveil my authentic self
To discover things about me
Not necessarily seen by anyone else
So Iam doing myself a favor
Self analyzing
Some may term, healing thyself
No real assistance from anyone else
Iam running at a moderate pace
So far no there's been no disgrace
Even thou at times
I somehow feel out of place
However, I intend to complete this race
I realize at the end
I may not recognize my face
This is a health provoking
Mind boggleling race
There are certain things
I must surely forever erase
I thank God for the awaking
I thank God for the race
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Black And White Diamonds
Hatred for a race
is never so grace
it hurts more than a graze
or mace in the face
Whats with all this discrimination
even Wayne said forget segregation
with black and white diamonds
Southners forget your demons
You claim to follow the one above
yet you show his children no love
why not show brothers and sisters respect
read the bible that I bet you neglect
Color is only skin deep
not worth making people weep
no single race has different meat
together we can stand as elite
Lord is judge
he needs no jury
and he is true purity
we laugh at you trying so hard to judge me seriously
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Race:
Tell me who chose his race
Who has designed his face,
Before he was born?
Is it you?
Show me your race request!
Explain to me your color pallet
Why are you putting race first?
Did your ancestry choose
Their skin color?
Did color even matter?
Who gives you the right,
To discriminate against others?
Telling me we are "not equal"
Putting yourself against the bible
Get out of this circle
Get out of this bubble
This action is reversible.
So much taste of pain
Too much mark of chain
Not to remember, not to maintain
The spirit and the complain
To the next generation, you explain!
As it takes love
To love someone else
It takes more than love
To love who hated you
You have to embrace
A total different race
If you are a racist
You need God's grace
If you are a sexist
You are out of trace.
Little Richard created Rock n Roll
Who is control it?
British created Soccer
Who is best at it?
People lynched people
Over race
People burned people
Over sect
People killed people
Over religion
If you discriminate
You have lost the race
Under the skin we are one
Black, White, Spanish
Asian, Indian just name
Human being is universal
Living in peace is principal
With every race is just moral.
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Love is................
Does the love represent natural phenomenon with universal language
Has it to do anything with cast, creed, color, race religion or age?
How are we going to define it in real context with exact meaning?
Why everybody is expected to do something more with kind leaning?
Love is something which has remained unclear to many so far?
It emerges from no where and takes us to new
No one can be sure of when and how it started with precision?
Individual is lost in race without making proper decision
It is assumed that it has origin in early days of childhood
Parents too allow good and friendly relations in neighborhood
Good dress, smart turn easily draw the boys to imagination
Knowingly or unknowingly they fall prey to culmination
It does not speak any informal language or follow
People are drawn towards each other and allow
Coming to so close with intention of knowing well
Not sure of any outcome or, life turning into hell
Why love has been taken as message of God to preach?
Are the religion books not sufficient enough to teach?
Whatever may be reason, it has got its own answer?
Not many but may be understood really by fewer
Is it really infatuation, feeling or love, at first sight?
Does the man think it seriously from the beginning it right?
It does not come up all of sudden but develops gradually
Love seeds are sown deep and mushroom individually
Individual’s beautiful face or intelligence may be the sole reason
Wealth, background or external forces may vary from person to person
No condition is laid before realizing it in its true spirit and color
It is really a happy union when one is really opting or going for
It may not look sound, advisable or some times against the will
People may opt for revenge, seek blood or go for kill
Love has found its way and not allowed to happen bad still
It may all go for accommodation and not for standstill
It has survived onslaught and grown for centuries
With so many ups and downs amidst furies
It may still go on with modern ways and means
Hearts may beat with rhythms and look so keen
Love no language, boundary or barrier
It is simple prophet’s messenger or carrier
If love fails in any form or at any stage
It will be difficult and not easy to manage
Who says love can’t speak universal language/
Eyes look down with grace when come out of cage
It may find favor with poor man’s hut or palace
Certainly it is not aligned with any creed, color or race
Acknowledge it with humble approval as divine force
Don’t try to block or make it to look as farce
It has its acceptance in everybody’s eye
Hatred and not love needs permanent bye
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A Poet's Resume
NAME: The humble Poet
ADDRESS: Everywhere
DATE OF BIRTH: Planet Earth
RACE: Human Race
NATIONALITY: Citizen of the World
LANGUAGE: Language of Love and Peace
RELIGION: Belief in the Mighty One above
HOBBIES: Dancing, Singing and Writing
FAVORITE BOOK: Any one with positive content
DREAM: That my voice be heard throughout the World
SCARE OF: Nothing but my own thoughts
MAIN OBJECTIVE: To see humanity in total harmony
PERSONAL QUOTE: 'Love and Peace for always'
©All Rights Reserved-2012
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Silent March
Love has always ruled human mind
Acted over long horizon very kind
It has provided very hard core
Only strong resolve needed to explore
We have inherited it from seasons
No one troubles anybody without reasons
If you go against nature then you are inviting the wrath
Devastation all over that is including death
To change it is to welcome and dominates the scene
Such attitude has fascinated us and always seen
After all love has been at the central core
Even poorest of poor go for it and adore
It is been seen at every level but with difference
We draw the lesson with different inference
Even animals provide clue as how to tackle life
In crisis we should remain calm and avoid use of knife
Love wins love and hate inflames hate
In no case, hate can reign supreme or relate
It has no edge over love in showing passion
Eyes speak when question of showing compassion arises
No religion has advocated preaching of violence
We should avoid any such occasion hence
Not that world can be won over with complete annihilation
Still void may not be filled and remain burning question
Why world peace has remained still a distant dream?
Why is it that we don’t even reach or it seems?
There remains some distrust and enough of confidence
We need to explore and give love with peace a chance
We have shed enough of blood on name of land and religion
Still it has remained illusion to build stable region
We are unable to worship almighty without fear
Lot more agony, misery, pain and hardship to face and bear
Let us not carry any sign of religion but bear a love torch light
Strong resolve at heart with olive branch and silent march to fight
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Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment
I was feeling sick
I was loosing my mind
I heard about these treatments
From a good friend of mine
He was always happy
Smile on his face
He said he had a great time at the place.
Gimme gimme shock treatment.
Peace and love is here to stay
And now I can wake up and face the day
Happy happy happy all the time
Shock treatment
song performed by by Ramones from Leave Home
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A Country Is Known
A country is not known by the rich heritage it holds
Not by a unique position it holds among countries of worlds
Not be the freedom or liberty they enjoy in real senses
But by the honor and pride it accords to the females
Love, sex and other things emerge along with the advancement of an age
It grows further with the refinement and progressive society in phase
Yet its basic outlook does not change for ladies at any stage
She has to face all hurdles, bear agony and create history on page
Have they not done enough for the mankind and country at large?
Have they not come forward for all steps to refine and purge?
They have been pioneer in all the struggles regardless of gender
Still nothing appeals us for recognition and facts stand only bare
Let us place her on top of our set up and pay due regard
Prepare a plan for comprehensive growth and look forward
They need not be used as sex symbol only for gradation
There has to be complete overhaul and thinking up gradation
You pick up any of her stage and compare with male
They may outclass male counterpart and surely fail
They have some sense to make things in proper order
Males sometimes pay scant respect and freely ponder
Let each stage play its natural role in total development
No rape, murder, discrimination or insult in any movement
What have they not given to us and protected
Even at the cost of shame and dishonor aggressively acted
Let this article be ear marked as great honor or tribute
Their involvement at any stage has helped to attribute
We have raised our head all the times with their devotion
Life has run into smooth weather with complete motion
We have experienced their greatness in mother
Life had been made as garden with sisters and brothers
This is how country has come into being as large entity
She had been at the centre of all with strength and capabilities
Full marks to her devotion, dedication and motherly attitude
We have been slight short of showing little gratitude
We remembered and cried only when she was not among
Or shed some tears when some thing was actually going wrong
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A free action
express freely
it may not look silly
your intention of retaining
the desire for love maintaining
it has to go from your direction
reach out to the people with real affection
show it to them that it is love for peace
we all live with harmony and at ease
What may make others to wonder?
As the clouds appear with thunder
it may rain heavily with shower
touching the roots for birth of flower
Who can stop this natural process?
you are gifted with an open access
You were observing it all along
nothing can go out of hand or wrong
You may not be able to convince
they can not be compelled to show or evince
for sacred love to be shown to fellow man
it is show of eagerness that any one can
it will be too late to regret or express sorrow
it can not be left for uncertainty or tomorrow
The love has its origin from eternity
it has to be expressed and shown with fine quality
You may have solid return
sometimes you may have same turn
you are earning a praise from deprived
the long term effect can not be believed
The love and affection is not the commodity to show
it is essence of life and naturally grow
we are not used to difference of opinion
we need to appreciate if it existed in companion
There is enough room and space to fall in line
it must be shown that you really feel it fine
the time pass off within no time to come
there won't be anybody later on to welcome
Show the willingness for all kind gesture
you have seen its utility for the future
the world can be built effectively on good will
the stones should not be used with flowers to kill
It will have far reaching consequences and effect
the kindness is seen in hidden act
the love is understood by all and is common fact
it should be shown tenderly without any tact
There is no other short cut or easy option
the show of strength or wealth is ruled out of question
the simplicity is not seen with cordial relation
the joy and happiness mus come out with elation
the love can not be measured
it is to be shown and assured
in its simplest form and must be shown
with warmth and affection to be fully grown
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On Clinical Trial
Prednisone, Deltazone
Coumadine, Compazine
Bactrim, Cytoxin
VP 16
costly cocktail of chemical war
remedial armies
seeking to engineer
the nauseous statistics
the kindness of treatment
the allure of cure
the punctures in the catheter
switches just beneath the skin
short scars spreading
where tissue is taken out and entered in
the routine challenge for significance
in an open and diverted time
of search for long remission -
a term of judgement and science
a treatment I consent to choose
and tactically look to use
but did not allow to become mine
do not agree by this to be defined
the claims of remission:
disappearance of symptoms
forgiveness of debt
a last release from sins -
and further kind regimes
so caught the while
in a crude philosophy of treatment
that is placed
with me
on clinical trial.
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A belief not common
What is common in us? This question baffled me most
This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost
How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life?
It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife
Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart
Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part?
The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent
It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current
Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation
Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation
Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed
Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered
If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color
Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings
it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing
Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul
Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul
World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same
We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame
Mother may not act different with her children
The love may flow unconditional and sudden
She may be rejoiced at children’s well being
They may one day attain high position or become kings
Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night
Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right
The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight
The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light
Still we have so many things in common
With little agony and pain, tears may roll on
The blood may come out when there is injury
The common color of blood may increase the fury
We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious
The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious
We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air
To fight for nothing is something called as unfair
Let us ignite the passion for humanity
Live and allow others to live with dignity
There is nothing different in the infinity
It is how you believe in fine quality
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Real mother
Who else can be better?
Than the real mother
Thousands of words may fail to describe
She remains at heart fully inscribed
It is lovely to dream about her and honor
She has spent complete life for minors
What else she might be in her mind?
She may struggle later for us to find
We may have our own family
All her tales may look silly
We may pay little or no attention
She may never mind or make mention
That is her asset and greatness
That glory and brightness is seen on face
Who on earth and heaven can compete with her?
Even if something is to be offered then offer only prayer
No amount of compensation can pay her debt
Her honor and pride is higher and always kept
What we all did to her is mater of shame
No use when later on you realize and blame
She won’t come back from heaven to look after
All her greatness may be realized later
In poverty or richness she is all the same
No one knows where from the divinity came?
Even great souls have prayed and showered the roses
Touched the feet and offers emotional kisses
What all these gestures show or speak
Her position is supreme and not weak
I will certainly bow my head to her greatness
No creature on earth deserves honor and praise
Oh, mother you are sacred than all on earth
You are remembered life long even after death
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Who Can Be Real Friend?
Noble, simple and honest friend
Who can take you to logical end?
Never put you in shame and always offer
All help in time and opinion never differ
Not always agreeing yes in yes
Even criticism you may always face
Pay sometime price for having friendship
Never shed tears and but hide and weep
Consider problem as of his own
Friend’s problem never disown
Even at personal risk relation maintain
Danger, if any, keep off and contain
Insist on not doing anything wrong
Decline the offer but walk along
Thwart any move which may lead to fall
Show the correct path with timely call
Many may suggest to go in bar
Long highway race in speeding car
Such friends deserve complete bar
Real friend may remain always far
He, who is real friend, stands to loose
Still he remains and nice friends choose
It is his real vision and long sight
In the real crisis he will prove right
This is simple advice and call
You should think ahead and always recall
Past mistakes rectified in future’s plan
Keeping away bad friends with permanent ban
This will prevent you from landing in trouble,
Bad friends will disappear as water bubble
Real will stay at the end of the race
Problem, if any, may not run away and face
Friends are indeed life’s part and parcel
Bright at studies and in performance excel
I wish and pray for such friend circle
Life long friendship bond like magic and
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Rome and Juliet
I rose from the bed and looked so sound
As if I was king of Rome and Juliet was around
I had sense of fulfillment with catch of precious jewel
It was not horrified but sweetest story to tell
I had ventured in another kingdom
I never thought of it and prefer seldom
I had heard many stories of fairy tales
The beautiful women were kept in captives and on sales
As the caravans marched on, there was hectic movement
The streets were full and presented quite amusement
My eyes were searching for only ladies kept in captivity
I had heard about their beauty and of fine quality
Though I was dressed in simple attire
Many joked on me with satire
What was I searching in this flash market?
I was just memorizing the good lines from the sonnet
Who would be my dream queen offered on sale?
I looked around anxiously with face almost pale
The worry lines crossed brazen face with anxiety
I could find no revealing face with variety
The long shout drew my attention
My eyes were pulled in that direction
There was prize tag on woman’s face
No one was able to pick the prize for race
I was almost stunned to find dream queen
She was almost there for whom I was so keen
Yes, she was the same adored and preserved
I had thought of her, desired and fully deserved
I put highest bidding prize beyond anybody’s reach
It was double combined to all of them each
She was almost mine now and adore the crown
I sensed the honor and felt the pride of own
It is dreamland where all meet with preferential treatment
All are found around to make the beautiful movement
You are the king and everything move as per your desire
All courtesans and servants stand in queue to admire
Such is fallacy in one’s own kingdom
You have no restriction and full freedom
Your word is law and strictly binding
There is seldom any excuse finding
What makes person in real life to dream?
Few troubled moments take him to swim
It takes him to different land for finding the solution
It is state of weak mind which lacks the firm resolution
I was still in king’s role with beautiful queen
Morning was very pleasant and all were happily seen
I sense trouble the moment to find in real world
I was to be no where in palace and developed the cold
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The Race
Wakeup People! Stop being inhuman
Lets make OUR World a better place
Do not let it, to be divided for anything
Not in the name of Religion, Race, Region,
And Class, Creed, and Gender
Earth is the One planet with life
Celebrate its Diversity!
There is a place for everybody
Why taint it with hatred and destroy it?
Can you create anything like Earth?
Just Try to Protect Whatever already exists
Nobody is Superior here, mere mortals
Come, Live, Let Live and Got to Go One Day
So Let it be ' The Planet Earth '
Don't make it a hell, Don't Let Anyone Do That
Human Race is the Only Greedy Race
Constantly Utilising all the Natural Resources
Blaming Other Species and Other Factors
Watch Yourself and Your Environment
Bring in Peace, Natural Way Of Life;
Celebrate Life!
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Nine)
the lives of every child,
of every color, every nationality,
and every language,
whether male or female,
born in or out of wedlock,
born in wealth or poverty...
are sacred.
and therein lies
the greatest responsibility
of the human race...
and at this moment,
the greatest failure!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A early morning
It is nice to witness early morning
everything is calm and quite without any warning
You may find pleasant time through out the day
you may feel different when start to pray
Even pin dropp can be heard
it is still not the time for birds
they are resting in the nests
they will the break the silence at first
The cattle may gather to go in heard
the morning prayers may have charming words
it is something you can term as unique
it is natural and there is no trick
What does it mean when some one hears'Alla-ho Akbar'*
God you are almighty and great as shining star
you are residing in heart and control the mind
where else we should try to go and find?
The Church's bell offer no less joy
we are like child as if offered with toy
he has the fife line to control and guide
we always offer prayers and seek to confide
The heavy bells ring in side the temple
this can be evident and must be seen as sample
these all combine make the morning very pleasant
the final preparation is now made by the peasants
It is time to plough the filed
the seeds must be in ground and firmly held
So when the rain drops make the earth wet
more crops may grow and increase the yield but yet to wait
This is not possible without His grace
It depends upon how we act and brace?
do we have that pure heart and innocent face?
or we are indulging in mad race?
It is observed by him but may not prefer to punish
he will never put his initials for it to finish
that will be done by us to invite the dawn fall
we deserve ill treatment without his call
No one stops us from believing the faith
this will go only with the natural death
is it irrelevant in the present day context?
we must only think what we can do as best
Each religion has got its own merit
geographically also it suits and fits
we have to follow simple essence of the religion
it has nothing to do with any zone or region
The God has taken enough care
You can feel His presence everywhere
Why you need to run here and there?
if you really think of him then he is very much here
it completely coincides and resonates
you need not to corroborate or narrate
we may be reluctant to act very late
the first time action will be taken in haste
Everything is said and not done
nothing has disappeared or gone
we have enough time to think with option
the unity may come only after some disruption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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