Tide's Turn
I feel abandoned and rejected
As I restrained myself and never reacted
What would I have benefited out of it?
Nothing! As they would have declared me insane and unfit
In both the ways I was looser
They always said’ eggers are not choosers’
Either I had to cooperate in their evil design
Or silently withdraw and resign
It was great harm going to be done
All my great efforts and work was going to be in vane
They wanted to hoard the grain in draught
I had very laboriously collected it and brought
Many families were to be provided food grain
As there was scarcity and no rain
Large chunk of areas were severely facing shortage
It was very difficult to manage
I feel like to cry in open for colossal waste
The poor and hungry are without any rest
They get nothing to cool down their belly
The food is wasted but still not considered silly
There is no one to cry along with me in open
There is no way left to insist upon
All have been gifted with thick skin
No one cares if poor dies of bad feeling
God has gifted us with enough to eat
If we fail as human then we are totally unfit
What else can be termed as shame?
Whom else we can pass on the blame?
I can do nothing as simple countryman
The life has become cheap and mean
We want others to suffer at our greed
We have enough to last and are able to feed
Farmers are committing suicide
The gulf is increasing and becoming wide
I wish I end the life instead witness
How can I see the plight on my face?
I lament countrymen’s apathy
They show no courage and sympathy]
Why tyrant’s and hoarders can’t be shown the doors?
When country belongs to them and blessed for?
I must rise and resist
Take along many to insist
If country can be saved from further burning?
It will be worth taking chance for tide’s turning
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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
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Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
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Inefficient World Food Production Distribution
food waste
one country
say old Italy
800 million tonnes
of fruit picked sold
from fruit trees
750 million tonnes
left to rot
never picked
every year
market price
market fixed
market profit
not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid
what a waste?
millions die wanting
millions die starving
millions die hurting
in an inefficient world?
now it is raining
luxury fruits
cherries peaches
blemish on trees
never sold
never eaten
never saves lives
harvest
process
serves
still in old Italy
20 million tones
spoils to market
more money paid
waste paid collected
paid in dump charges
can we not do better?
Italy is but one country
waste in global community
sickens sweet bull commodity
in an electronic age
can we not do better
reduce waste food
shortage shame deficiencies?
China India hungry markets
2.5 billion people droughts floods
increasing phenomena purchases
on global markets now
are undermining food
global world prices now
world’s poorest farmers
are key to deficit farmers’ food
production improvement
efficiency management is key
rising food demand increases
on a waste finite land planet
time for think
tank
needed solutions?
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Prepare a plan
No one likes to be left behind
Curse alone and feel as if blind
World has moved further
And you are still no where
Such feelings do exist
When human mind insist
Evaluate and compare
Where one has failed to dare?
It is human tendency
Increases its frequency
With glitter and outer show
When compared with illusory glow
No one compares it with river water
Its natural flow is only to cater
People living on both the sides
Let there be areas large and wide
We are aware of obsolete terms
Materialistic world would never help in turn
Still we avoid and choose short cut
With lot more to suffer and nothing to talk about
We are blinded by false show
That has been thrust upon to grow
How best we reach on top?
That is only concern with no stop
Only few reaches at last stage
When time has run out of an age
Rest suffer due to weak insight
To curse the life with no room to fight
It is no crime to prepare a plan
Put everything behind or a glance
It can be succeeded by efforts and chance
One should take it seriously even at once
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It Is A Bleak Season For Farmers
It is a bleak Season for farmers with climate change and livestock prices down
Some of them have sold what they can sell and moved to live and to find jobs in the town
For many of them the rains have come too late climate change affecting everywhere
Global warming is in every Country in the bigger World out there
Some arrogant Humans think they can control Nature how come they have got it so wrong
How egotistical they must be for to think they can control the one we to belong
For we too are a part of Nature as much as her creatures of sea and of land
And she will always be our master though some that do not understand
Many farmers due to climate change the land are leaving and that seems a sad thing to say
With less farmers less food in the supermarket but the wealthy they will be okay
For a farm food scarcity means higher food prices but for food they can afford for to pay
'Tis the poor will be condemned to suffer in times of food scarcity 'tis always this way
It is a bleak Season for farmers and that is a sad thing to hear
And for the have nots of the World it looks like another bleak year.
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Life made cheap
Life is made very cheap with total disregard
We have stooped so below and act substandard
Care for no human sentiments and demand unreasonable
Beg for things and ask excuses despite being capable
Why do we play with those who are dying every moment?
Have bare means to pull on with curios anxieties and movements
Life becomes cozy at one moment and turns cruel very next
Every moment reminds of living death with acid test
“Mothers O mother, we can we find you? ”
Two children were on the road with tears through
There eyes wide open with full of fears yet asking for beloved mother
No hope for their life‘s revival and scope for going further
“She had no food for quite few days” I learnt
She had no money even though due to receive as payment
Refusal came at times when she needed it for children
She dashed head against stone and lost it even
We have nothing to worry as most of us are blessed
No such problems in life and hotly to be chased
But we can think of those persons in dire need
By stopping some ambitions coupled with the greed
We have no answer for that poor lady
She was deserving life but could not remain steady
Children are on road claming for lost bread earner
I fail to visualize what will be the fate there after
They will be pushed to begging or land in brothels
They may be living commodity and always on sale
No choice for them to lead life of their own
We may curse, blame and sometimes frown
We must condemn such practice and desist
If can’t help them then at least forcefully insist
Don’t snatch with whatever they are leading
Let us try to understand their plight for feeding
Days may pass off with all the speed
Day by day we may want more and increase the greed
I swear not to cry over our behavior and style
But pray for their smooth life and stay meanwhile
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Grain In Open
Millions may bless you for gesture
I am confident and very sure
Their bellies are hungry and starve
We can see it on stomach with deep inside curve
It may look illogical
Yet it is question for survival
Absolutely in our own hand
With little change in approach and trend
How much food grain is allowed to rot?
Why not preventive measures be taken on the spot?
I hear reports that grain stock is dumped in the sea
Only to maintain artificial price but thrown away free
Thousands perish for the want of food
For humanity sake this is shameful and not good
Let hungry get some grain even if at some cost!
Save hungry people before they are dead and lost
Grain is stored in open and laid to waste
Insects make it unhygienic and lead to bad taste
Not fit for anything but offered for human consumption
Everything is lost only because of faulty assumption
If little care is taken for preservation
Will power not show but for demonstration
This of those poor countries diverting funds
Not able to cope yet take care of people on the ground
Can any one say this is impossible?
Our current trend is illogical and reversible?
I suggest for building public opinion
Force the governments to help with total disregard to religion
Let some price for grain be quoted
But grain should not be off load in sea and floated
Let people consume and survive on this earth
Why do we want to push them to meet the avoidable death?
If one man can be convinced then it can turn lot many
There may be involvement or consideration for money
But let us rise above pretty consideration and not allow grain to rot
I am sure of the view that hunger can be tackled successfully and fought
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A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
Let there not be a single word in dishonor
It is unique incidence and can’t be termed as minor
It shall be termed as heroic struggle with dedication
It will be seen as total commitment with indication
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Holiest Among Holy Places
Holiest among holy places
Parliament is suppose to be in that case
Which house representatives all races?
To show whole of country with beautiful face
Constitutional fathers pledged
Public sentiments acknowledged
Vowed to be precise and true secular
With no bias in mind to be shown as particular
No cast, color, or creed
No office of profit or crave for greed
Such people were to suppose to with life of supreme sacrifice
Enshrined in constitution such safeguards with high promises
Illiteracy and population played trick
Jackals jumped in fray with wealth and sticks
No one to question and no where to mention
Open field and everything for retention
Laws and ordinances to be enacted at ease
Perks and benefits to find quick release
'You take this and leave this for me'
Grabbers gathered and robbed the tree
New slogan created and strategy planned
No more guilty if by judiciary not banned
Enjoy as much as you can and defy the system
Take out the whole tree along with root and stem
Enter the holy house and escape the arrest
Waste the time, stall the process and eat at cheap rate
Whole nation weeps for waste of food grain
Poor die, farmers' suicide and others suffer pain
We are truly democratic and allow free page
Protect culprits in custody and provide amenity in cage
Millions are spent on maintenance but no rooms for school
Kids can't study and we turn criminals in strength full
We hang no criminals for purchase of votes
Catch no culprit even if bombs they denote
We have intelligence in put but no proof
Leave it to States and allow rain water to leak through roof
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Black marketers
We had heard enough of black marketers
At least they provided in need so thousand cheers
How much careful planning they have to make?
It is not simple game of hoarding and like sweet cake
At tremendous personal risk some of the things are stored
All possibilities in open market is explored
All statistical data and short comings taken into consideration
Bribery offered at all levels to raise no eye brows or questions
There is enough of profit and generation of black money
Amassing of wealth is ok but in excess seems very funny
Lots of ill will and curse of poor hits their belly
Though all acts seem avoidable and can be termed very silly
So long the wealth is confined to country it is still not disgraceful
They may have full tact to hide and hold it as successful
It is directly affecting the national economy
So many dangers have to be faced within and out side as enemy
The liberation of entire universe from clutches was noble aim
How much we have achieved it is now in anybody’s power to claim
The official patronage and secrecy is provided for such wealth
How poorly we are advocating the state of poor nation’s health?
We are neutral in the sense that we do not divulge the information
Whether it is legal or illegal has no bearing or any relation
It is allowed from other countries and good for sound economy
Indirectly it is help to the corroborators and friendly enemy
We feel no shame and act worst than the black marketers
National wealth is siphoned off illegally to lie with foreign bankers
This may be used as back door strategy for unseen invasion
Building of huge palaces and empires at the cost of collusions
How best way it is done to desecrate the national image!
Millions die hungry and autocrats, politicians amass and manage
Almost no penalty for their treacherous and traitor’s act
Almost all countries face the same as matter of fact
We may not appreciated as esteemed and deserved race
The country as such will be named bankrupt with shamed face
It will never come back to the claim of original country
One side it may worsen the situation and add to worry
In olden days the black marketers, hoarders and law breakers were paraded in open
They were to be deterred or barred from performing it again
But since they have now earned political patronage and shield
Enough power rests with them and so much influence they try to yield
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
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Root Out Corruption
We heaved a little sigh
When Indian tri color rose high
It was free air for us to breathe
Entire world was happy and eager with
We won the independence with great struggle
Even though challenges stayed ahead with troubles
Our forefathers visualized India as great and tolerant giant
A truly democratic, peace loving and non defiant
We were like infant in new world
Committed to peace and no part in cold era
Joining world forums for stable and peaceful atmosphere
Where world can live in harmony and peace without fear
Soon we tested the money power
The power was passed in the hands of fewer
It has become game and now total shameless show
World is strangulated and forced to withdraw
Had those leaders been alive today?
They should have wept and thrown the power away
Was this the dream they wanted to realize?
Scoundrels and murders were meant to oblige
The corruption is at its peak
The politicians have captured it with stick
The money is poured in to realize the power
The constitution is subverted to benefit the fewer
National wealth is pushed outside country
The poor nation is at the mercy of almighty
Not millions but billions are siphoned
Illiterate and mafias have totally cloned
It is new breed and now coming on scene
The murderers and gang rapists are freely seen
Not a single work is done without favor
Whole political system needs one tremor
What do we do then to counter such move?
How can we unite and forcibly remove?
Whether to face the game of ballots or bullets?
How can we simply witness such corruption or forget?
Years have gone off after becoming republic
Adding more and more sufferings for poor public
No grains and no food for two square meals
How much loss is reported or revealed?
Food grain is rotting in open railway land
Few more places are allowed to become wetland
More damage means more benefit and gain
Does it not pinch our heart and cause the pain?
I shed tears for all those who have nothing
At least this could offer them meals for something
What do they want from us for honorable living?
We are still harping on democracy and deceiving?
Oh, God befall curse on us and lead to the end
Let the life be over with the foes but not friends
What our people are doing on their own brethren?
Why have they no pity or slight concern?
They have become thick skin persons
Enormous wealth has blinded them with selfish reasons
Even seasons do change after some interval
These culprit politicians wait only for cyclone’s arrival
Not a single field is left for corruption
It goes on unabated without any interruption
Some like minded persons should come forward for its disruption
Else this system will kill us all without any questions
Dictators are far better than these hungry wolves
They have to serve only one master but not for all to involve
Power corrupts all but absolute power corrupts absolutely
The powerful struggle must be waged and faced resolutely
Leave everything behind and form one solid group
Choose the people with integrity and stage a coup
Not coup for causing bloody street battles and cause a misery
But a solid signal of public uprising and conveyed to adversary
It is time to strike at its root
If we really want to enjoy the fruit
The system has failed and caused anxiety
The power has slipped into hands of mighty
It was one revolution that took place
We are determined with it to replace
We want no such system that can keep us hungry
Complete population is up in arms and angry
We shall bring down any such misrule
The politicians are having their hands full
They have no time for public concern
It is now their high time and turns
Not all may be corrupt and criminals
But their performance and inactions baffles
Why can’t they raise their concern in open?
Why do we wait for fruits to ripen?
The farmers are committing suicides
They have no place to cry and confide
High debts and government’s policy drive them to corner
The high handedness may be over sooner or later
Let the bad rulers know that their days are numbered
Their each move may be countered and outnumbered
If not hanging in public place then their place is behind bars
In day time public will show them shining stars
What are we called upon to combat such nuisance?
To express strong resolve in everybody’s presence
Not to yield to any pressure for coming to compromise
Until they take pledge and honestly work with promises
Our forefathers may be lamenting about brewing bubbles
How many people might have sacrificed their lives for independence struggle?
Who were they and what was going to benefit to their families?
No one has answer today about the independence and its utilities
If not death then at least public condemnation
Publicly announce their names with notifications
Let whole world know that these are the public enemies
They have snatched the hard earned money and bread from the families
The red fort can be ideal place for murders, hoarders and black marketers
It can pass the red signals for those who are considered big racketeers
Nothing can be spared for all those who involve in anti national activities
The nation has no dearth for such talents and can demonstrate abilities
Each one from families may have to come forward
With complete resolve to lay down life and not to look back ward
The time ahs come to strike and get rid of such corrupt regime
We will not relent until they are forced to surrender with “ism’
Rise o, country men and knock the corrupt people out
Make them realize that this is their fate and possible route
Nothing can now save them from public ire and wrath
They will be driven away in open and sometimes face the death
We have one of the best systems in world
Only we need to create a safe and new fold
Where rich and poor, businessmen and farmers
Can exist side by side in spring and summer
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
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So Loftily Silent
Why buy newspapers when you refuse to discuss
anything appearing in it, totally unconcerned that
the farmers are tortured on their farms, killed for
their money and livestock - as long as YOU are
safe in a cushy job while the rest of the country
burns and dies and goes down the drain, you
simply will not say anything
FINE, swallow your bloomin' newspapers, delight
in your existence without sympathy wasted on farmer
martyrs - their function of food provision does not
concern anybody, especially the government, who
cares what happens to anybody as long as they
are safe far away from children suffocated in
boiling water, people burned with hot irons
Why should you care, you can import food from
overseas or anywhere, who needs farmers here
in South Africa, you cannot be bothered even to
express sympathy with their fate, may you wash
your hands in innocence while the country burns,
following your political masters who see the land
as just another Tunisia to be sucked dry
By government and all their acolytes; destroy all
private business until the state is bankrupt and
international groups must administrate the remains
of their destruction - oh well, I am glad you are all
so happy while these people cry unto heaven -
retribution follows when people are exploited,
hope you will be so loftily silent then…
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Our Search Is For True Happiness
Our search is for true happiness but such we cannot find
And such a gift if it exist not meant for human kind
For some this life is hard so hard a battle all the way
Their plate with food is seldom full they live from day to day.
And others with more than enough are not prepared to share
And for the hungry and the poor they spare no thought of care
They are possessed by demon greed their demon grow and grow
The more they have the more they want and unhappiness they know.
The more they have the more they want they live with grasping hand
And why wars and famines in the world not hard to understand
Too many die for want of food and too few seem to care
And a half a million become poor to make one millionaire.
And greed and the great need for power the scourge on human kind
And our search is for true happiness if such there is to find
And the distribution of wealth as ever seems unfair
And the hoarders far too many and the kind of heart too rare.
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Tragic in the World.
If you can learn from all the tragic in the world
You can come out as a winner.
But, only if you find the true Spirit, humbleness,
Appreciation for all life, with the great faith in goodness.
Not in fear, tragic or just in a poor survival,
Learn to see the great riches everywhere,
Do not believe in shortage
See how many stars are in the sky,
How many grain of sand all around,
How many grass comes up, even in impossible
places.
Even how much money is wasted by the governments.
If you are in this moment in the middle of it, do not
dwell on fear,
But keep telling yourself: 'I'll go through this & I open my mind
For plenty (or health or happiness) .
When you believe this, somehow life will bring lessons
To achieve your dream
Be patient, follow your feelings.
If one can see the riches of this Earth,
Eventually will be able to attract a great deal
It is not men who gives the income,
But everything comes from the treasury of the Spirit
This is how the rich people attracts theirs
Same time how the poor are loosing even what they have.
By only Faith in good or bad.
Remember:
'The rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer.'
What can be done?
Let go, relax, stop fighting against the wind,
Open your mind for beauty, harmony, plenty,
No matter where you are.
But do not tell Spirit that you Want a mansion or a diamond.
Anyway, life gives you what you need to your next lesson,
And not what You want.
You have a choice.
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A cry from poor
id you ever hear the silent cry from the poor?
Have you ever seen them begging from door to door?
Do they want mercy or few words of sympathy?
We are often blessed with fortune from almighty
We are living under open sky with vast horizon?
Though we have divided land into many zones
There are large palaces and simple huts too
There is wide scale disparity and it is true
The ocean remain silent and calm
It remains wide spread and cause no harm
How much wealth remain hidden in belt?
Is there any necessity of having it ever felt?
We run after wealth like mad dog
Who knows when there will be burst in fog?
When the misfortune or disaster may take us by surprise?
We all still involve in rendering hollow promises
There is enough power in wealth and fame
We do anything and feel no shame
The other human beings are seen with scant respect
We have no time to look back and introspect
We out cry against pain an d hunger
Still there remains wide spread danger
We have so much wealth and glamour
Still we keep ill will, hatred and harbor
We are under long siege and captivity
We clearly know the implications and utility
Still we shed no tears for the less privileged
We live under illusion and act as cleverly managed
How many more may be suffering?
How many may have sympathy but still differing?
What do they think and act for their welfare?
Is it taken as one time gesture as fun fare?
The cold and hunger may take many more lives
We may render lip service and strive
Who may come forward to help and stand by?
Who will extend the help and willingly try?
The rain dazzle and increase the plight
The poors suffer with nothing to write
Helpless eyes with prayers and mercy
Who else may feel for them and feel pity?
Ground the ears and try to catch the current
There is some movement and signal is sent
The lava may erupt at any time and place
The human beings may be wiped out from race
Proudly feel but leniently lend the aid
So many words are often nicely said
It is our duty and moral commitment
We need to help them for the moment
Take the oath and pray for moral support
Nice thoughts and sympathy with good efforts
It may assuage the feelings and create hope for survival
It may be a noble step and attempt for revival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cried for Hours
I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe
How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend
Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival
Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath
I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?
Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives
Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good
I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell
We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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