Thinking irrelevent
I sit under tree and think in isolation,
unable to perform or offer consolation,
does this matter? or merely a question,
is it absured thinking without any relation?
I reel under anger and burn with rage,
soul so helpless as lion feels in cage,
As we see fire weapons only in page,
feelings may run high but can't manage,
I want to clean up, throw or destroy,
All evils, dirts and only pure thoughts employ.
Not huge army or battalion for purpose deploy,
Put brave front, dashing thoughts and no decoy,
I see urgent need to rise in arm,
Befitting reply when done some harm,
Tit for tat when deceived or no response warm,
Tactfully hide emotions with beautiful charm,
I may be in readiness and draw weapon,
Keep it ready with edge so sharpened,
Use it rarly when crisis deepen,
avoid conflict and dialogues open,
If sword is to be drawn,
then it must seek blood,
For noble caue and not for selfish end,
sacrifice message to be understood and sent
When country is reeling under heavy flood,
Boats are to be pressed in service for food, ,
I think no more and jump to serve for good,
Improve the situation and bring it out of wood
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You Have Deceived
You have deceived
The message was long back received
God sent you here with big smile
You forgot him meanwhile
You were to spread
Live the life and lead
Peaceful life with message
Not to force anybody to live in cage
He made no difference
You were chose and sent at once
With love and peace
To live with others at ease
Every object live with harmony
Still message not understood by many
Hatred and war control the rage
Create bad blood and drive a wedge
Obey and listen to what is meant for
Stop the unrest and avoid the war
“Peace and calm is my message”
Open the chapter with message on page
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Hate to another person
No person can hate to another person
It is not the kind we must find it with reason
Hate generates hate and sometimes results in treason
Person is forced to against his will to follow on
It can not be in anybody’s blood
We eat and have same intake as food
When all are as good as same
How one can pursue different and blame?
Life is all about love and not the hate
It may not be allowed to develop even very late
The easy path must be followed with intense drive
As we all are sensible enough to lead and believe
The hatred burns you from within
It can never lead you to any kind of win
The peace can be totally compromised
If some ways are not taken and promised
Love wins love and hated to hate
We have no words to suitably state
It has colossal damage and loss
It must be observed with complete pause
It damages your personal image
It is not befitting your experience and age
Why animals are kept in cage?
We should be human and completely free from any rage
What are the bright chances for future?
Love leads you to happy and stable tenure
As you have nothing to afraid and feel free
It provides you enough of shed under the tree
No one has benefited from constant hostility
It has never offered you any kind of stability
The nations reel under cold war hysteria
Not enough attention is paid to sincere plea
What can we offer to a world at large?
Can we not have idea for relation to forge?
We can humble assert and urge
If need be enough can be done to purge
Love and hatred does not go together
If one is west then east is another
Like poles repel each other so do love and hatred
There is no road open us to lead
Generally it is growing out of frustration
It does not allow developing very good relation
It may burn you with rage for most of the duration
Complicating the entire scene with lots of questions
you may destroy the good foundation
like we witness the fury of flood after inundation
You may have reversals from all the directions
Any amount of goodwill later on may not correct the action
Life has its own way to reach the conclusion
It may shine with some of the finest inclusions
What are expected to perform and adhere to?
Life is to be lived with happiness and pass through
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Currents, Emotions, Oceans and Tides
In torrents of emotions
Are humans destined
To dwell
Thoughts but mental motions
Given to rise, tide
and swell
Of momentary madness
To tidal pools
of peace
To soothing waves
Of goodness…
Emotions without cease
Envy, anger,
jealousy,
Wonder
Riptides rising…
Then pulling
Us under
Torrents of emotion
Are of what our thoughts
Consist
A flood of feelings
We cannot
Resist
E'en in our sleep
The current
seems
To seep into
Our deepest
Dreams
We're naught
But helpless flotsam
Tossed
Adrift upon
Emotions hapless
Sea
Unknowing slaves
To reason
Lost
At least
So it seems…
To me
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Do not wait for winter
Do not wait for winter to set
It won't be good in any sense that I bet
Time cycle may change
Bring new message with an age
It is nice to feel good company
It may be dreamed by many
There should be willingness to accompany
Only pure feelings should matter and not the money
Seek a company of noble friend
That may take you to logical end’
One must know what he is trying?
The purpose behind it for not crying
It is not only a dream
But a work with very good team
That may help to lat it long
Even if something goes really wrong
She may realize its essence and sense
There is no scope for any nonsense
There is everything to gain
One must long for it and train
It is natural to seek alliance
It helps to increase reliance
It is trust building exercise
One should not act fool but always wise
It is not the winter alone that reminds of a love
You feel loneliness when you think above
You are not within the control of your thoughts
So many things go on and eventually fought
If proper response is received in anticipation
There will surely be future participation
It will pave way for strengthening the relation
There will be sufficient reason for elation
I will not waste the moment for fear of autumn
Even though there is lot of urge to burn
That is pledge I take and swear as solemn
No one has right to criticize or condemn
What really I search in strong bond?
Will it stay permanent or rebound?
I am not sure for its outcome
If any may always be welcome
I also fear for bad consequences
I shall try to draw right inference
Even if something goes wrong
I shall be the one to share it among
You always give me solace
I know your love for hut instead of palace
Still that causes me great concern
I shall always prefer and look towards you in turn
I wish and pray for it to happen
I am prepared for it even
It is left to good luck and fate
It will be realized before too late
You have proved to be a great asset and strength
We have worked on same wave length
It was not a dominance or view clash
The time has come now to realize and cash
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Personal wish
I was taught by parents not to hate or make any mention
They were right in their thinking with full assertion
Since then it has remained as my personal wish
I wanted the life to pass on easily and finish
So many times I had rough time with friends
There were altercation and scuffle at the end
It was making me bad as not good companion
Even though we advocated cause and were champion
We all decided to bury the differences
We had drawn lesson and inference
It was always good to think positive
Even though one can always remain subjective
When fire rages from within
It does not let any thing in
The anger and hatred can be visibly seen
No one would love to see your face or very keen
It is not going to serve any good
This fact must be clearly understood
Even your comments may worsen it further
It will add to tension and force you to bother
The stage is arrived with failure or frustration
It may always hunt you with big question
It may not only spoil the relation
But break the existing bond in excitation
You will loose the support from close relatives
Friends too may desert you in time of needs
You will left in isolation and avoided
They will boycott you in case decided
The relation will not be restored that easily
It may leave you in dejection and make wearily
No one has benefited from the continuous rage
It will be difficult to sustain and manage
Sometimes irrational statements make things worse
It can not improved upon even you express remorse
It will push you to the backward seat
There will not be cordial relation when you will greet
The river looses its reputation of being mother when in spate
Even though people pray her and consider as simple fate
Such is the case with anger and hate when take place
No good amount of efforts can remedy it or replace
What is good in keeping the temper cool?
It prevents you from acting as fool
Since it is performed in stage of not having brakes
It will vitiate the cordial relation and break
We must learn to live with balanced approach
Many a times we may have to pass through as such
It will be nice if we are able to stave off the situation
Rest all can be brought under control without further aggravation
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(Angry Poem) Bringing Forth A Demon
I make a cut a so clean.
Bring forth a soul of a demon.
Wicked thoughts of what I can do to you.
The rage is building inside.
Looking through blood shot eyes.
Lightning raining down from the sky.
The storm has arrived. let chaos reside.
Like I haven't dealt with enough.
Like I'm not already fed up or mentally done.
Come put your stuff on the pile.
I'll get around to it in my own good god damn time.
Patients is a virtue that has just ran out.
I lose all my composure.
I scream and shout at the top of my lungs.
Like anyone can actually hear me.
Let it fall on deaf ears.
Finally the end is near.
I can feel the fear, as one can smell the rose.
Its is closure in all its glory.
I'm ready to close this book.
The last of a story so old.
I have grown cold and tired of it.
So with the last of my energy. I make a cut so clean.
Bring forth a soul of a demon.
Wicked thoughts of what I can do to you.
The rage is building up inside.
Looking through bloodshot eyes.
Lighting raining down from the sky.
Let chaos reside.
So many tears run red.
becoming one with dead.
Vicious words are said.
You just can't let it go.
You can't just leave me alone.
The hell hounds are always biting at my heels.
Just wait I'll show you exactly how it feels.
Here's the deal.
See these scars are part of me.
So with the last of my energy.
I make a cut so clean.
Bring forth a soul of a demon.
Wicked thoughts of what i can do to you.
The rage is building up inside.
looking through these bloodshot eyes.
Lighting raining down from the sky.
Let chaos reside
just let the chaos reside.
I can envision a river of bone.
Crossing it alone.
You act if this is the way i wanted it.
when you know damn well I was at my last resort.
whine and moan, as everything burns.
Liquid fire melts everyone and everything.
This is all my little black heart desires.
With the last of my energy.
I make a cut so clean.
bring forth a soul of a demon.
wicked thoughts of what i can do to you.
the rage is building up inside.
Looking through bloodshot eyes.
Lighting raining down from the sky.
Let chaos reside
Just let chaos reside
Just let my chaos reside.
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Psychology
Human mind is driven by crazy psychology
Control the rage by burning even effigy
Hit the person either with lethal weapons
Or insult its pride by oozing venom
Gets hurt by own thoughtless misadventure
Fail to make good will or graceful overtures
What is needed? only two beautiful words
Humble submission and prayer to Lords
Nothing can go wrong if fear is driven
Honest approach with sincerity proven
Not upsetting mind with slight set backs
Relentless drive with new energy and packs
With Almighty’s grace life can be full of joy
Nothing satisfies and sinister plot employ
Try to snatch by force and others annoy
Hiding identity under by presenting decoy
Feel always jealous by others success
Try to interfere and poke by gaining access
Not to rush for help or going to rescue
Seize the opportunity and fame undue
Everyone should behave in responsible manner
No need to prove it by employing scanner
Why not avoid unpleasant ways or cater?
This will become known sooner or later
We are burning from within if dreams not realized
Things don’t on expected lines or materialized
Try to evoke mixed response or get wild
Forget the simple courtesy by acting as child
How you can burn others house?
Without hurting your own fingers
How can your rage affect others feelings?
When you are in fire and not cooling?
Control the rage and nurture the good will
Try to overcome short comings and feel
Things may improve and go to your way
Happiness and joy grow each and every day
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Cut With Weapon
I could see throats are cut with weapon
It may be considered killing as gruesome and wanton
It takes place in day light or in dead silence of night
Where it results from fierce attack or fight
What next when moment is over or anger dies down
For professional killers it is just a job and reaction unknown
For ordinary person it was rage and crime committed
Feeling is so intense and hence the act is admitted
Such is cruel mentality where people are done to death
Very bad name or shame is brought on the face of earth
The weapons cut deeper into the human body
The souls is gone away and cared by nobody
This is instant action and its result is also instant
But we never intend to do it or simply want
We want that person is removed temporarily from scene
But never want that person is no more seen
Some more lethal weapons are in our armory
Use of sharp words has enough to inflict with sorry
It may burn the person with lots of concern and worry
Day and night he will be engulfed with burdens to carry
The words play havoc with and cause immense damage
It not only spoils the relation but goes out of control to manage
The countries stand at war if customary language is not used
Cordial relation wrack the bond and situation is never defused
Words are sharper than edge of the weapons
Weapon kill a person on the sport wordy war goes on
Person pursues it endlessly for connivance
Use of both is dangerous and must be brought to an end at once
Good smile with use of nice words heal the wounds
No hostility or enmity is seen or ever found
Relation mushrooms as cordiality insists
Peace is apparent and prosperity exists
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Through My Eyes
I believe-
I believe my thoughts are being broadcasted
I believe you can see my world through my eyes-
When your eyes are closed, I believe that you can hear my thoughts
My thoughts that speak of persecution and threat
These thoughts, as directed towards the rest of the world.
I place my hands over my eyes so that
What is inside of mind does not become
The literature of other people-
Even though my thoughts are silent
When your eyes make contact with mine,
All that I am thinking screams out to you and
I know you wish to harm me.
I believe-
I believe I am being threatened
Being threatened by those who follow my path,
Walking behind me, and somehow
Knowing my destination-
The leaves upon the trees have fallen in autumn and
Now the trees are barren, and I have no place to hide.
This whole world has become the enemy.
I believe my thoughts are broadcasted as I walk,
Kicking aside stones and the leaves that have fallen-
Snow has fallen upon the edge of time and
I stand upon the edge of time, counting the minutes-
Counting every second before the whole world knows of
The anger, hurt and my thoughts misconstrued,
That are torturing me every day and every night-
All I can do is to keep on walking and hope
That one day this mistrust of the world shall
Heal inside my troubled mind and somebody’s eyes
Will make contact with mine and say
“it doesn’t matter to me what you are thinking because
You are a person with a heart and a soul like everyone else and
I believe we all have faults-“ I look towards the sky searching for an increment of hope A world exists inside of me- a beautiful world I hope someday will not matter
If I let somebody inside to see- to know my destination and
I won’t need to hide anymore- when spring comes flowers shall blossom and
Leaves shall grow in the summer- and in the autumn leaves shall turn colors and fall-
I shall continue my journey towards the day I can learn to trust the world around me,
As I kick aside the stones and the fallen leaves as I walk-
With my eyes open to the world, my spirit, unafraid.
Claudia Krizay
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Cowardice Act
“To leave the field and run for life”
Leaving the children behind and wife
To hide the face and not face the challenge
To deceive somebody and retract the steps or renege
These are called cowardice acts
Everybody may come forward and sharply react
You will find no place to hide
Its implications are more and wide
Life may be sharp but not edge of the knife
You got to act when situation is rife
Kill or get to be killed is suddenly forgotten,
Thousands of thoughts invade and come often,
Who stands alone amidst ruins,
Bury the dead for honor and not coins,
Worries for dead to offer descent burial
Not to offer any excuses or denial
Not all becomes commanders in field,
Sacrifice life but never submit or yield,
Stick to position and ground very well hold,
Recover more and bring glory to their fold,
With sudden burst of fire shells,
Coward sees it as raining hell,
Think not of holy land but ready to sell,
Let country suffer but I must do or fare well,
It is not confined to war zones alone,
Every field is engulfed and very prone,
the question is where to start and where to end?
All mixed signals received but where to bend?
Material gain can be even compensated,
Loss of lives can still be tolerated,
Food sometimes, we find, may be adulterated,
but how the cowardice can be equated?
Russians lost the war not because they were not brave,
fought valiantly but fallen with honor to graves
It were human waves after waves that stood ground,
New elements in history where honors was found,
To witness the injustice and not to act,
Tolerate the tyranny and not to react,
Shut the eyes to reality or fact,
It is cowardice act in matter of fact,
World cares for brave and pays the homage,
Cowards finds no favor and name only damage,
History remembers them for their brave acts,
Not a word to their dishonor as a matter of fact
Why country or nation has to face the shame?
Why to go after damage control blame game?
Why have we to go for remedial acts?
Only for their action country has to sign humiliating pacts
What can be done with land already parted?
How national pride is revived and started?
How can any nation stand with lost face?
Have we to try sincerely for steps to retrace?
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Your Own Thought
You were lost in your own thoughts
You were in dilemma what is to be left and what is to be brought
I was just before you and inviting
Your eyes were wide open and denying
You were just lost in dreams
I knew it was me and not Him
You wanted company and association
Lovely stay with healthy relation
I just responded a call
It was risky high wall
I had to scale and pass the message
It was opening on new page
It seemed you made me prisoner
It was bound to happen later or sooner
It was happening unusual
How any one can take it as casual?
I was just around but you didn’t notice
It was my wish and sincere promise
I wanted to be very close and come
You were there with waiting eyes to welcome
Love binds in very good relation
It lasts without any question
There is always openness and sacrifice
At least not to go away and break the promise
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A little thought
I am not morning walker
But jump on feet like jogger
It gives enough of fresh air in open
I find fresh ideas to be inked with pen
I act like child and sometimes little lazy
I am damn tired as whole day remain very busy
It is fast and time consuming routine
So many of my friends spend evening with wine
I am knee deep in thoughts
So many solutions are to be sought
It is not easy but boring and tiresome
I try to find solace and wait for some outcome
The day is any how passed of peacefully
Now the time has approached to have rest eventually
It has to be spent with fun fare or outing
It will be ideal if I go for dating
I have not come across yet with female friends
I had thought over it and tried for beautiful flowers to send
It did meet with some response and half way success
I had finally cut through with full access
Now evenings were pleasant and enjoyable
I spent good amount for her as was capable
I wanted good and durable relation
She was fully aligned and gave indication
I pondered over inaction on my part
I was not ready to leave or depart
From my original stand of keeping aloof
I used to stare lonely at roof
She was tuned with me in every move
She showed initiative and tried to prove
She would bring with her lovely message
I used to look at her for clear passage
She would enter room with gentle foot steps
I will not come know of it until she will push or slap
I liked each move of her and loved it honestly
I wanted to bring an end for such relation earnestly
The nature too was taking her side
I did not try for anything to hide
She would smell like rose flower’s scent
The air would gently blow in definitely felt
She was still not confident of outcome
I would daily reassure her and welcome
She would laugh it out with least concern
But internally she would probe and try to learn
I was simply carried away by her charm
I took enough care not to trouble her or harm
She would leave everything to luck or fate
I will give number of examples and state
She has come around to fall completely
I to have realized and understood it lately
It is going to be strong and permanent bond
It may go for years and beyond
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
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Thoughts Just Thoughts0
Who am i?
A lonely vesicle
An open shell
Only to be filled with thoughts
Only thoughts
Thoughts capable of causing
Causing so much damage
Thoughts that falsify good intentions
Thoughts I hope will never cross
Even the darkest of people
But I continue to smile
It’s all we can do
But we are continually
Insisted to cry
We let our eyes fill
With salty waters
And lock those doors
We hide behind
Reassuring ourselves
Those others are on the outside
So we are stuck in this isolation
That is welcoming and intimidating
All at the same time we cry
We show our emotions
To no one but ourselves
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A hold not firm
We are here
to lead you any where
from nothingness to something
if you wish for anything
It has to be honest and sincere
it has to uttered with care
it is no use to simply watch or stare
you need to prove very fare
It is in build desire
to seek good partner and admire
this is not goods on hire
it can prove good satire
We all may pass same stage
but still prove right and manage
it is delicate phase and age
the wild animal is trying to come out of cage
It is easy to lure
But difficult to assure
The bond has to remain pure
Everything has to be done for sure
Initial phase may be for lust
But that Acton is taken as just
Go on with building the trust
This condition is unavoidable and must
It may loose its charm
If we deliver any harm
The relation may not remain warm
Even if you hold firmly in arm
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An open criticism
I hated most to be called lazy
I keep my self engaged and remain busy
It is funny and very easy
To create flutter and make it noisy
We tend to become idle and relax so much
When not seized with problems as such
It is day to day affairs and must be tackled properly
It is appreciated very much when put across wisely
It is good sign to remain always active
It is equally bad sign if you expose as reactive
People may count you as hostile and immature
It may block your chances and make you insecure
It is not right on our part to offer arguments at criticism
It is known lacuna and allowed in humanism
We simply offer advice or comments without being asked for
It simply creates distrust and situation like mini war
We must learn to sustain the criticism at any cost
It is very severe and considered as worst
Why do we employ double standard when we are at fault?
It adds to woe and agony as if wounds are filled with salt
It keeps you worried all the time for critical remarks
It generates ill will and controversy sparks
It leads to heated arguments and strain the relation
To patch up later on becomes impossible and out of question
It has become now fashion to point out the lapses
No one cares as to what should be done to avert crisis
It is easy to spoil the relation and add fuel to fire
It takes less time to appreciate and admire
Words once spoken can’t be taken back
It may develop bitterness and relation may crack
It may also cause irreparable damage
It may slip out of control to manage
I shall sand to loose in all the respects
Who will search the soul and inspect?
There is something like good humor
It is best weapon in your armor
You inflict injury and your opponent may not come to know
Nice words spoken with sweetness may try to soothe and woe
It is how we tackle and come to an understanding
It is strongest and permanent thing for bonding
Think before doing any criticism and giving reaction
It will have equal force for reaction and action
Where we will be heading for to take refuge?
This is not small task but very important and huge
Let us share the dignity and honor at every stage
It may pen new era on shining page
It is essential to work for common cause
There has to be full stop or permanent pause
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Words to speak
Give little room for mind to wonder
The dark clouds will hover and thunder
The rain may dropp on mother earth
To give relief to many and escape the death
Words can travel at the speed of light
Meets the friends far away and no need to write
Convey the message of love and come back
No confusion, no loss and nothing at stake
Who stops us from sailing on high seas?
Heart too feels romance and that too at ease
Make easy float among many colorful fishes
Finally the time has come to end with fine finishes
Words can paint person like devil
Can hide nobility and praise evils
It has double edged side
It can create repercussions very wide
But it can draw a person very close
You need not query or question to pose
All impact is already done
The bitterness and rivalry is already gone
Balance the words and rule the world
Turn the tide in relation from going cold
Maintain its sweetness by remaining cool
But never attempt to make any body fool!
It has all its charms
It can never do any harm
Relation is maintained and kept warm
An eye can convey message without being warned
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My Country Bleeds
My country is bleeding to death,
Daily we mourn the dead and lay wreath
Could do absolutely nothing to prevent
Blasts and deaths daily occurrences as if there are no more event
Some people come on bike and strike with gun,
terrorist emerge all of sudden and shoot for the fun
People are caught in cross fire and go for the run
What a shame on earth? Are we happy under the sun?
Country’s existence and honor is at stake
Still there is no unity and people are not wake
No one thinks of humanity and survival is at sake
How to mourn death and celebrate the occasion with cake?
We expect many more such strikes if we remain discerned
People and country should have more concerns
Holy places are on hit list but who knows when?
Danger may be lurking from all over then
Enemies may strike when they are firmly placed in
outside danger may be less but more from within,
Keep them at bay and don’t let them assemble
Sacrifice will not go in vain if enemy is put in trouble
Rain water may flow on ground but blood will remain
When blood is mixed with water it will not go in drain
Don’t aggravate the situation by mere propaganda and refrain
Save country from dishonor and never complain
Asked not? What country has done for you or does?
Only offer self and it may serve purpose
Sacrifice is the only answer that lies with you
You survive or die.honour becomes due
Stop death game once for all and offer the peace best
Stop orgy of violence and unwanted or needless unrest
Come to the sense and deliver the rest
Bad phase will be over if we stand the test
Nothing has proved yet and enough is enough
Strike at the root and prove little tough
Let the enemy know, gun will match the gun
Pride and honor to be preserved and not made a fun
Will youth of today rise in arm and hunted enemy to be slained?
Salute to brave people and warning enemy not to strike again
Always ready to die by putting country first
Attempt to flush them as crisis has become worst
It is possible that you will be lost from memory
Country may be burdened more with worry
No one will remember who defended the honor
it may be by all sections including minor or major
It is not important how long did you live?
It only matter how you lived and what did you believe
So when it comes to defend the country?
You got to offer yourself and make the entry
Politicians always scrounge and people may laugh,
Words may be spoken but may not be that enough
Few rose petals may be offered by them and laid as wreath,
Tears too may be shed when stopped last breath,
What we need today is strong will power?
Not many building and no high rising towers
We should stand united and display strong will
Defeat the enemy designs and go for the kill
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A day without charm
I plead for it and say sorry
It is causing me worry
I couldn't say hello in hurry
Does that look so funny?
Now a day it is loosing its charm
To say 'sorry' is doing less good and more harm
The relation gets strained and doesn't remain warm
You can't embrace your friend in arm
To say “sorry” is fashion of the day
It is easy for person to get out of way
What does it cost for saying fed words?
No one may draw weapons like swords
It is quite amusing and creating uneasiness
It lacks truthfulness and frankness
No one is going to hang you for incidence
Try to avoid it as easy reference
Regret it even if you are late
Admit the mistake and never hate
It is bound to happen with any one
Who are we to commit on every one?
Say it with regret and express sorrow
It will definitely be good for tomorrow
No matter in which manner you express?
It may try to lessen out your stress
This is open courtesy
It doesn’t involve any money
It is pure and simple gesture
We are making it doubly sure
The opponent may get infuriated
The atmosphere may stand vitiated
Some steps will have to be initiated
The balance will be maintained and stand co-related
Let us get straight on the subject
If apology is offered then not to reject
It may amount to be greatness on our part
Well it is nice gesture with very good start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Do Utmost Good
God, wring my heart and drain my emotions,
And let me turn them into poetry!
But let me guide people with solutions;
What’s the use of growing a fruitless tree?
God, milk my veins and let out drops of blood,
Or let it turn into my forehead sweat!
But let me leave my poems ‘fore I’m dead;
Let me thus clear Thee off my parents’ debt.
God, wring my soul: bring out my good deeds all!
Remove all stains of sin and mistakes made;
Let it be pure and ready for Thy call;
But let me do things as Thou bade/ forbade.
God, wring my mind and leave it with thoughts good;
Let them become for good deeds/ acts, a food.
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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