Today's plight
Nobody is to be blamed for today’s plight
We have adopted the course not so right
We are enemies of human race and mankind
People have gone blind and remained unkind
Don’t shed a tear over deteriorating condition
We are the person providing ignition
Adding fuel to fire and curse the fate
The common sense has not come even late
You will find many faces filled with hate
How will you evaluate them at any rate?
Everything has been decided at gun point
There is no worth argument to prove point
You will find same scene
Law and order violated very often
Man kills man and loot the property
Is this not against the will of almighty?
Nature is killed and so the forests
No birds even find refuge in nests
They have no place to live in
The locals people are subjected to p plights or have been
No religious places are safe
The followers are shot at the gate
Some of them meet death while praying
The bullets are mercilessly sprayed
It is curse and nothing else
The situation all over is tense
Ask not any more mercy for the cause
We do not deserve it, because
You have more men to be fed
As they are wrongly believed and led
Let us knell down and pray sincerely
Then only something will be if offing divinely
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Fighting for survival
Pakistan is not fighting for survival
For years it had waited for their arrival
They were give free use of land for subversion
Now it is too late to have any point of discussion
A holy land”Pakistan” as we all know
Had horrible years to witness and go
Lots of blood shed and deep bitterness
No where to show the brave front or kind face
Of late something unusual has taken place
There is cry over terrorist’s death and still more race
What will be fate of innocent people living around?
Their bodies remain unclaimed and sometimes not found
Pakistan must find its own holy war
The holocaust and bad consequences are not very far
No person may be allowed to move freely
In our own land we may be prisoners truly
When whole world is with you
Rise to the occasion and prove true
Allah may bless for any of the reasons
How can distinguish between good and bad persons?
No where it is seen that person is murdered while praying
The whole body is pierced though with pumping of bullets or spraying
Let people rise in arms and declared *“Jihad” for upholding religion
How can one Good *Musalmann be mere spectator in such region?
Terrorism can not be over in one day
Yet there is fine solution on the way
Find common strategy and offer resistance
They will be on run if united at once
No country can tolerate such nuisance
The defenders of the countries are aware of their presence
No religion can preach violence, hatred and seek blood
In such utter condition where people are dying for the want of food
* Musalmann.. pure…….*Jihad…Holy struggle
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War Cry and After
No country wants its dismemberment!
Wrong misadventure brings bad moment
It leads to humiliation and shame
Whole country stands along and subjected to blame
No one may go into actual cause
Whether it was imposed or forced
Mighty may rule and manage the scene
The tragedy and plight may only be seen
As beggars have no choice
So is the terms and condition with no promises
The country may be plundered and subjected to loot
Simple passers by may suffer and simply shoot at
People go war hungry and loose the common sense
Fall in with false propaganda and situation is made tense
Third party gets benefit out of it and reaps the harvest
The countries suffer due to their own follies and stand the acid test
Population may suffer most and under go agony and plight
The children may get no medicine and women may loose rights
Their honor may be at stake and position may turn tight
The war is lost without firing and shot or going into fight
In current age it looks all useless
The dragon stands there with ugly face
Who suffers most and benefits and at what cost?
Humanity has suffered and war has been lost
All greedy eyes are on natural wealth
Many countries suffer most on ground of health
Paucity of funds and corruption is taking heavy toll
The mistrust and apprehensions erects its own wall
Let each country shape its own development
Live within boundary and with free movement
Build the relation with neighboring countries and progress
Why at all there should be war cry and mad race?
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Praying For Scarcity
The only person praying for human plight
So he gets his chance right
Prices soar and fill his coffer
He is right in his opinion and never differs
Not a conscience, opinion or curse worry
Other insects bother him but no sorry
He may double or treble his money
Even though he may receive wrath from many
Let people die or go to hell
He should remain happy and well
He has nothing to worry or tell
As prices will soar and dwell
Black marketing or hoarding is nice business
No competition is on or any danger to face
Compile complete commodities from the market
Create shortage and price arbitrarily set
You may find such nuisance everywhere
World economy has to learn lesson from here
How things can be manipulated at larger level?
There may be, otherwise, different story to tell
It will be nice if things are stored in anticipation
Prices may go up in lean period in relation
The situation can be staved off and handled well
There won’t be any plight or situation like hell
Allow few free markets to mushroom
Give them enough freedom and room
Yet keep control and watch the scene
The plight and agony may be hardly seen
Still it is considered as sin
As such tendency is never seen
Human nature is such to take full advantage
Otherwise many articles on this might have not appeared on page
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Foresight or vision
Foresight or vision
Neither a foresight nor a vision
It was mere removal of confusion
What is recognition and award?
When it is not felt within as reward
Let us not realize about one creator
Let us consider all others as mentor
But we all pray and bow our head to invisible almighty
Let there be any name worth to grant us capability
There is till fight for supremacy
All people try their level best diplomacy
No one is scared of inviting wrath
Everybody is preaching about horrors of death
No one wants to let their God’s down
Even when the divinity and its kind are already known
At some appointed time and at regular interval
Some prophets bring divinely message on arrival
Now one knows why it was not for whole world
Why some visited deserts and some places of cold?
Why some descended on places of vast land?
Make people feel for brotherhood and as friend
It is difficult to understand today
They have carved out their troubled way
Some chose very orthodox way and only as supreme
Rest all were considered second rate as extreme
History is witness that there was forced conversion
Even today there remains bone of contention and confusion
Why can we become tolerant to fellow brethrens of different religion?
When on broader terms we all claim from the same origin
I have pain and curse for my being as human
Why people hanged Christ with treatment so inhuman?
Why other messengers of god were done to death?
Now only we are shedding tearing and laying the wreath?
Has that become customary to shed a blood?
Only on the name of religion where people starve of food
Wee have no tools for ploughing the fields
But have guns for killing them as only need
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Future course
We never thought of future course
We had some ideas of course
She was outspoken and straight
She never believed in luck or fate
I was over influenced and stayed with her
She was smart enough to woo and create terror
She will frighten to leave me alone but cool down easily
As it was her nature to be flown in course readily
It was meeting point between us and continued
She was equivalent in all the respect and never got subdued
She will prove her point and leave open some space
I would agree to her for everything as I was never in race
It is human nature to find suitable partner
As it is likely to happen sooner or alter
One wants companion in all the time to come
Ready to share everything with open arms to welcome
She is not unkind at all but with mild aggression
Put all question straight and ask for confession
I would not resist her attempt and reply to full satisfaction
She will then burst into big smile and give its indication
I was offering prayers to almighty for this mission
I had made enough of mistakes but made sincere confession too
I felt that her entry was direct outcome of blessings
She had also made it clear that nothing will go as missing
I have consented to her wishes and fall in line
I am of the firm opinion that it is all divine
The union of two people is decided by sacred power
Many may realize it in later life and experienced by fewer
"I will not hesitate to leave you" she will bombard
I shall still shake head in disbelief and look forward
To ascertain whether she was cutting joke or serious
Later on I may find that she was impatient and jealous
I am much confident of myself and finally assert
She has to fall in line with me and can never think to desert
I am her only choice and she knows it for sure
I take her hand, tap it gently and doubly assure
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Spare Me From Humiliation
Have you ever seen intelligent person cutting sorry figure?
Repenting for all past misdeeds and crying for future
Blinking at sky and praying for mercy from lord
Find no solution still helplessly wants to end life with cord
If I am given option for choosing a way
I shall prefer wealth but not go for it far away
I shall strive for good position and wealth
Yet may take full precaution for health
There is mad race for material happiness
We see the pride reflecting on face
We try to impress people and put impressive show
We are pretty sure that no one may touch the feet and bow
It defeats the purpose if aim is sabotaged
If overseas stay is only for money and managed
What does it earn except humiliation?
There is big problem with complication
Wealth and prosperity does not come with easy means
There may be many draw backs, failures and then lastly win
If some fair means are adopted then surely it will enlighten
Or else it will drive to craziness and death may be hastened
It is said and generally believe” Ill gotten money disappear fast”
The future generation may not deserve it and disintegrate at last
Whole of the empire may crumble like pack of cards
The simple truth will be seen as cruel joke with rewards
No one may look at you for dismal show
People will pay scant respect when on road you go
They will point out at failed person with pity
“Look at this man” this can be shame or disgrace from almighty
I have believed and still advise to go slow
The means and ways are to be not below
Standard and ethics to earn bad respect
As it will be then left with humiliating act
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At the time of disaster
A remembrance to God only at the time of disaster
we have become non-believer and master
We want to grow in materialistic world
shifting the sand and blowing hot and cold
The success and glory makes human being to go blind
He has all the doubts about natural powers to find
as if the he has been gifted with divine eye
he has all the doubts and habit of raising questions with why
Many people tend to deny the existence of almighty
we can lament their behavior and feel pity
we are helpless in the hands of lord
why do we lack the use of proper or suitable word?
We can live under false impression
create falsehood and live with obsession
no one has denied so far the power of nature
we have existed this before not for pleasure
You can not have any distance
you got to believe at once
the world existed this before and will continue
we must realize the fact without different views
It is suicidal not to fall in line
you cn not live under the influence of wine
there is some limit where you must stop
you have to look back even after reaching at the top
All human bodies are subjected to decay
your arguments can hold ground and stay
you can preserve it but can not bring back
you will be considered mad and crack
No right person may by buy your argument
even though he may be agreeable to your comment
the world at large has full faith in the system
It is not at all worrying them
We are bound to be guided by super natural powers
we may raise high buildings and towers
a natural curse is not going to fall all of sudden
it may not fall at all even
you may find thousands of followers
they continue to pray and are keen believers
they will go by the inner instinct and voice
they will not raise the doubt and create noise
We are powerless and simply a pawn
at any time of little blow you may go down
the best of the system may not come to the rescue
the end is certain for anybody when falling due
it is of no use to create a bogey
A lesson can be learnt from honey bee
they do nothing to survive their end
we continue to deny it with new progressive trend
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No advice, please
Do we need any type of advice from others?
Why other’s plight concern us and bother?
Are those concern only meant to be lip services?
Not to learn any for self from other’s misses
It has remained custom and merely a tradition
Purely academic interest without any condition
Sometimes fuel passion and serve as ignition
Thought blasts within without any ammunition
Catching the nerve point and it hurts us most
Simple dose of solace which means nothing in cost
It may be conceded at given point of time and heeded
Some more concrete action is often needed
It may invite ire when hollow promises are given
Increase in plights and condition horribly driven
Person may loose temper and hurl simple abuses
Everybody may turn down advise or refuse
It is not necessary to render it free
People may avoid and some times flee
Your presence may invite mixed response
Some may term it useless and even nonsense
You may feel bad but not react badly
Displeasure may be shown and accepted very sadly
If you can draw the lesson and read as judgment
Insult may be avoided for that very moment
It is better to render where it is needed
Hundred percent sure that it will be heeded
Valuable points may be noted and conceded
Concern and unnecessary worries may be receded
It will serve as medicine and immediate relief
Fast recovery and strengthening the belief
May enlighten the person with full confidence
Advice may have more weight with earning credence
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Not blessed by chance
Soul is not blessed by chance
You got to be aligned at once
If you sincerely remember and pray
Lord may automatically bless and show the way
Person is lucky if can turn the leaf
Make people understand including deaf
Get to the point and make it brief
Love to prevail and stay always safe
You can know the people
Only when you know the cause of troubles
Guide them if you have the key
Lead them to the gate and make free
Nobility comes from self ignition
Torch the fire with correct definition
Let people grasp and follow you
At least they have found you to go through
Knowledge is not to confine
Make it open secret and define
Let people get not confused
Embrace them and let them not feel refused
Divine light is not subject matter for discussion
Neither is it got inherited or got in succession
It is god gift and has come through pure intention
It may stay as long as you are prepared for retention
When love is made only destination
Harmony comes out in form of relation
It has no bar, limit or boundary
So live with it and count it as necessary
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Surrender To Lord
Legend says' don't hurt any one'
Even by gesture or words alone
But also not to look with vicious eye
Such attempts may be called futile try
Person may come to know what is in your mind
What excuses you are trying to find?
He may not make it known in public
But may know the aim with instinct
So many people avoid ill fate
They get some hint before it is too late
They are forced to act despite unwillingness
They may pursue it as if faced by mad chase
God has always remained merciful
Some kind of tragedy may take place and prove harmful
Yet there is some good result behind incidence
People may exclaim 'look you have escaped by grace'
Each and every step has His blessings
You get everything in time and nothing misses
If not today, you may certainly get it with double benefit
Only condition is that you got to be right person for it
'We err and tender the apology in prayer'
Take solace in asking reprieve by going near
At least resort to by remembrance of few holy words
With eyes almost close and sincere surrender to lord
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Winter abode
God has made it as magical home
Each and every living object is welcome
What a fresh air to breathe in and think!
Not a slight idea to get lost and sink
Whole universe is made an accommodating place
Anybody can fly off to save the life and face
As the skilled people go with consent and permit
The birds need no sanction as they are capable and fit
When severe winter sets in, they prepare for migration
My country has found for them a strong bond and close relation
We have warm and sweet fresh waters comfort their stay
How long and torturous journey they undertake to find the way?
No international boundary mars their onward journey
In thousands they flock in sky and land in plenty
Natural breeding ground opens for them with lots of safety
What a magical show with the blessings from almighty!
When we are fighting for piece of land and secured place?
They have all the techniques to prove and preserve the race
How many years of existence have they continued?
The safe passage with traditional love route nicely pursued
It is nice and heartily welcome step to observe their happy plight
How have they proved by showing to world that they are right?
There can be safe refuge without any bloodshed in this part
Not compromising with stated bitterness and to depart
When nature is with us to observe calm and peace
The birds show and present their nests at the beaches
Whole atmosphere is filled with great joy and happiness
What can we understand from these birds in such case?
No one is loosing path and gets lost
It may be long but has nothing to cost
If will power is strengthen with belief
We, as sensible race, can provide the relief
*Migratory birds visit Gujarat desert every year in winter from Russia*
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A worry for homeless
Why I don’t worry about homeless?
Why do I roam aimlessly and careless?
I have nothng to show on face
You won’t find any regret or trace
I have enough to last long
I hope nothing goes wrong
It shall remain same forever
I have full safety with cover
This is thinking of common man
He is contended with as human
He hasn’t come across the pain and agony
Hw hasn’t seen the horrible plight of many
I would love to be among them
No use to criticize or anything to frame
It is not created by destiny alone
This conclusion is far off gone
What can we think of lessening the plight?
We may start with few from the right?
It may not affect the scenerio even slight
It is to be in context of the light
Can we not provide one homeless a cover?
Can we not provide at least drinking water?
This may certainly be the human gesture
I see at the end a lovely and bright future
You may find the satisfaction of unqiue kind
It is not the quantum provided to a simple blind
It may be generous feeling that is appreciably found
See the result when you happen to make a round
Millions may find smile on the face
There won’t be bitterness among the race
The poor may be called poor always
We need tocome out of doorways
Can we not remove that sorrowful state?
Has that come to them out of fate?
Do they deserve no sympathy and only hate?
Rush if you can to their help without getting late
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Don't Say Goodbye
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.
'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!
'Cause,
Most of the time,
I feel entrapped and confined.
Without a bit of self defense.
None that comes that makes to me any sense.
'Cause,
I had believed...
You were as happy as me.
But I see you desire to leave,
Me hurting deeply and permanently!
Don't say,
Goodbye!
Don't patronize me with lies sighed!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
And I can't believe all you did was deceive.
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.
'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
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Not aware
Neither I am aware of any ethics
Nor ignorant of any basics
Sins are always sins
And can't remain unseen,
Be it with close blood relation
Or let it stand with any equation
Not only almighty may grant you any reprieve
But you stand to loose conscience and deceive
So step out from confusion
There should be no other worst situation
Even animals spare their own member
Why we do think more of and remember
How one think of misbehaving with own mother
How can that even are dreamed of with sister or daughter
I think gallows are proper place for such souls
They need live death penalty for such faults
Why do we go for its redresals to any place?
Are they contract people to protect the race?
Will only repentance do the harm done?
When honor and dignity is already gone
I would not only condemn but hate
Any action will be coming very late
What is use of living on such earth?
Where not even sacred relations are met with death?
No society or rule may permit?
Such mean work can’t be deemed fit
In any condition it is warranted to banish
Person must die or from the scene vanish
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A way to enter
“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question
Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart
Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real
One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood
It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come
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A real reflection
Why I looked so beautiful in mirror?
Was that indication of grave error?
Was the mirror so furious about my nature?
Was it unnatural for it to forecast my future?
People used to call me as an ugly man
I was feeling so much shame as human
Was I the only one blessed with darkness on face?
Why God was kind enough to cause me embarrass?
“He ugly, where are you going” people used to tease
They seemed to get joy and feel so pleased
This was causing me pain and agony in mind
Why people behaved in different manner with posture so unkind?
No one looked at my kindness and generosity
I used to help poor and aged with simplicity
I never refused anybody and maintained amity
Many may come and console me on the condition of anonymity
I suffered severe setback in mind and most hated person
No one cared even to ask me for explanation and troubled without any reason
Was it to be taken as curse from almighty or consider it as living hell?
Nothing was going normal and time too was not proving very well
Why then mirror was deceiving its quality as true reflector?
Why was I forced to live in falsehood with wrong indicator?
If mirror was the real reflection then someone was playing game?
Who else were there answerable for the total mess and to be blamed?
I gathered the strength and again stood before the naked mirror
Why was I feeling so much agitated in mind with furor?
I saw the face with two eyes, mouth nose without any terror
Everything was there as expected to be in human without any censor
What small patches and black face had to do with my identity?
I stood there as human being with all parameters of entity
I tried to understand the difference between outer and inner look
I definitely out scores them as gentleman but did not label them as crook
I did not try to find any excuse to blame the human mentality
I could well define and understood the reason behind futility
Though I stood condemned in their eyes for being ugly and clumsy
So many painted me as noble human being and drew the picture rosy
Soon I was to prove both mirror and people very wrong in their concept
They were wholly not true to their character and correct
They were to discharge their function as true representative
Who were we on earth to judge His creation and prove insensitive?
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Prajapati or prajapita
Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind
He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes
Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late
You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base
How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully
Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold
Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument
I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action
* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race
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Happy eid
Eid Mubarak, Eid Mubarak
Rashid was first to see me with love spark
Very much enthusiastic and pious person
He was so much excited with holy reasons
He had observed fasts for whole of times
Complete observance of rules in time
Prayers in time for seeking peace
Love for all and life to be at ease
We are nice friends since childhood
He was the only Muslim friend from neighborhood
We may share greetings on each occasion
As it had remained our obsession
He is nice at heart and loving man
Above it all, he is lovely human
He may donate enough from his income
Celebrate Eid* with simple manner and welcome
"Allah is liberal enough to grace"
Bring glory and happiness on face
One needs no pomp and show
Only pray sincerely and bow
I may not dwell more about him
But may certainly speak about them
Most of the people celebrate with religious fervor
This festival is for whole of mankind to act as server
Donate maximum to the needy and poor
Shut the bad company and never help wrong doers
Islam stands for purity and much thrust is on principles
It is duty of sensible followers to act as true disciples
He has everything to grace without asking
For Him there is no difference between poor and kings
"Rehmat"* is bestowed on all who believe in and profess
They may never suffer in whatever situation or case
I take this opportunity to convey my greetings to all
Followers all over globe with honest and sincere call
"Let peace be showered on them wherever they are "
Almighty is for all and for them even if they are staying far
*Eid Mubarak…….Eid greetings…*Rehmat…mercy, grace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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