We Still Remember
We cherished your life and ideals
But today they seemed unreal
Those were the days when you were hated
For freedom struggle where Indian were discriminated
It was bloodless war against mighty empire
And achieved for poor country to acquire
A nation to live with honor and pride
But alas! Fell short of expectation due to rule and divide
'Disband the political organization' was your slogan
You were for people and advocated the power to be given
Read elevation of villages to that of small model towns
Where everything was made as per need and owned
What a life Bapu (Gandhi) to remember and worship for noble cause
But it was not going to be so after deliberate pause
Politicians made it their safe heaven and you were shot
Real struggle started for power and was sought
Only Rajghat* is spared from encroachment
Not because of respect but can be noticed any movement
As prejudicial and shame for the entire nation
Such is the hollow show we are developing for the relation
Heritage place is occupied as show rooms
On the name of village industry to groom
A safe and refuge for traitors and scoundrels
Who wants to be appreciated to gain the laurels?
Strikes, hurdles, black marketing and hoarding
We all avail facilities and blossom for boarding
Lavish living and travel abroad for taking money out
Nothing is left to mention or specifically to talk about
For any failure we take your shelter
Use the name and launch the struggle for better
Not for people's cause or stability of the nation
But for entire political family to build the relation
We can't forget you Bapu* for such wonderful contribution
How could that have been made possible for national wealth distribution?
The poor are not disturbed at all and kept at bay
We have many weapons in our armory to stay
Today will be celebrated as Government programme
Children and employees may stay indoors or at home
Pledges will be reiterated and tune will be played
Next day it will be forgotten for people to remain dismayed
*Rajghat,,,, place to pay homage for father of the nation was buried
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Ungrateful stage
Ungrateful stage
We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will
How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?
We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?
They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons
Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?
We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted
On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce
We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide
You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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a new Gandhihood
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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The Gandhihood....
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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You are forgotten
Gandhiji* you are forgotten
Your ideology is hijacked and stolen
Seldom have we remembered you even
By and large you are completely gone
You are stranger in your own land
You are lone figure without any friend
You are remembered for going on strike
Demonstrations against pay rise or on price hike
"We follow Ghandhian principles" remains popular slogan
We are true followers and disciples
Only we grab in millions
Still we wear your cap and keep affiliation
Millions rot in streets and die hungry
Population is accustomed to and never go angry
We have money power to purchase votes and remain in power
Tones of grain go in waste as they await rainy showers
Grain must rot but should not go to needy
We will spend billions and still ready
To waste more on plans and developments
With all the care that poor get nothing and resent
You advocated that parties should disband
Power centre should be based at village land
We preferred old slave symbol and maintained status
So in name we are democratic but capitalist as such
Let farmers commit suicide and public properties burn
Let accidents take place and thousands die in turn
We are only interested in amassing wealth
Let public go to hell with their poor health
Gandhiji* we never miss you but in fact garland
Your statue is erected and carved out on sand
You are gone forever but we have monopolized
Gandhian pattern as only excuse to wash ills and stay obliged
Don't shed tears even by mistake as we are committed people
Whole nation lives on borrowed economy and face any trouble
Our national wealth is safe in foreign land as black money
We are the nation next to only few corrupt countries yet hold the key
* Gandhiji… father of Indian nation and popularly known as Gandhiji
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An Ode To A Saint Of Peace
An Ode to a Saint of Non-Violence – Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
He came from a non-descript Indian place
A village which would not have a place
In Her Majesty’s palace’ grace
What could this man for India raise?
When the Indian nation reeled
Under a foreign yoke
This frail man with iron will
Preached a master stroke
He visualized violence was no funnel
To get to the end of the tunnel
That the spring of freedom would gurgle
For the Indian freedom struggle
It is not arms and blood
Or revenge, violence or death
That will get India freedom
From the British kingdom
They can take away our right
They can make their sticks bite
They can take us to gaol
But they cannot take away our soul!
Protests with no violence
Will shake their conscience
It is the only way
For the British to loose its sway
Despite British scorn
And ire of critics
He made every Indian “re-born”
And friends of skeptics
Respect for all and love for mankind
He preached & practiced
He made every Indian aware
And the British beware
When the British enacted suppressive laws
This soul bonded us with his non-violent straw
His simplicity and truthfulness held all in awe
He gave us belief, pride and strength not to thaw
In 1930 Gandhi gave a key freedom call
Civil disobedience was the mantra for all
Salt Tax was the symbol of oppression
That every Indian was to defy and make it fall
Men & women all were one
With Gandhi, they feared none
When Gandhi gave his peaceful protest call
They all rallied behind it like a wall
In Gandhi’s belief the nation rallied
Made the British rulers harried
The struggle for the British to leave continued
The voice of India was not to be subdued
The Salt law was broken
It was a challenge in token
The average Indian now believed
That the British could be shaken
The British police rained bullets and blows
Gandhi remained defiant with his followers in tow
Line replaced line as protestors were brought down
Under the bullets and blows of the Crown
A trickle became a torrent
The British blows served no deterrent
Pan India the rallies and crowds swelled
The peaceful voice of freedom could not be quelled
British goods were boycotted
In public rallies, they were burnt
Swadeshi! Swadeshi! rent the air
While the British sirens blared
Civil dis-obedience and satyagraha – grounded
The British were perplexed and confounded
The entire nation rallied to his non-violent call
The world took notice of it all
Came World War II
The Allies were stretched
While the war was won
British revenue coffers were wrecked
The Indian “Golden Hen”
Became a revenue drain
While Gandhi did not give in
His non-violent freedom refrain
Quit India! Quit India!
Unrelenting was Gandhi’s call
While the clamor gathered
The British “will” shattered
The Britsh knew not - how to handle it all
A frail looking man, had challenged them all
Years of supremacy of the British domain
Had cracked up under this non-violent virus strain.
The British empire gave in
To Gandhi’s non-violence spin
India was to become free
Without any violence or fee.
It is to this frail looking man
That the world gives credit
The strong belief in non-violence
He continues to inspire without any edit
To Indian, he is Bapu – The Father of the Nation
To the world he is an apostle of non-violence
And while the world looks on in silence
On still continuing theatres of violence
I pray that conflicting parties learn
No peace comes from the power of the gun
In how Bapu got us freedom – they should learn
Violence - they should shun
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It is people
It is people’s victory
No one should feel sorry
It was writing on wall
Demand of the day and call
Mahatma Gandhi did it to gain freedom
Such movement was witnessed seldom
Today it is happening once again
Glory to motherland and power to regain
No bloodshed or single loss of life
Amidst uncertainty, with growing concern and strife
Whole country has witnessed a non violent struggle
With free will drive for looters, grabbers in populated jungle
Why country and poor can not be placed at top?
Why does our spirit and conscience not stop?
What is reason for putting country into shame?
Is the liberal democracy only causing to blame?
Politicians and bureaucrats have done immense damage
The country’s affair is in shamble and unable to manage
The precious national wealth is taken away from people
God only knows when we can do it or be able?
Even the mighty can be brought down to knee
This is movement for calling a country really free
The system is not used to the advantages for few
People are in street to compel the culprits review
Only one man has done the miracle
Whole of country is proud of and entered the circle
The time zeroed in and changes are offered
The conception may be odd but opinion never differed
The country has to be freed from the slavery
From the organized loot and corruption mystery
Who can lead the nation and bring the result?
The country has faced enough of it with insult
Mahatma faced bullet for telling truth
This lone man may loose battle and face the death
Yet whole country is behind mass movement
We can only offer tribute and no other comments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Every City, Town And Village
In every City, Town and Village the haves and have nots reside
But even the poorest of the poor have got their sense of pride
And it must be soul destroying for them to have to beg to stay alive
But pride has to take second place to the will to survive.
The wealthy growing wealthier and the poor growing poorer in the great social divide
And sad to say the gap between the haves and the have nots has never been so wide
Millions are dying of hunger and in camps for the homeless and Stateless overseas
At least thirty million people that's a lot of refugees.
Poverty is a relative thing some have been known to say
And the poor one in a prosperous Nation would be seen as wealthy in a poor Nation far away
But to live short of money anywhere is not a pleasant thing
'Tis seldom of the homeless soul that the balladeer does sing.
In every City, Town and Village there is inequality
And even in the wealthiest of Nations there is want and poverty
And though everybody in the World cannot be a millionaire
The unequal distribution of wealth seems so very unfair.
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O, Brothers and sisters
O, Egyptian brothers and sisters
You have done it and it matters
Your flag is high up in the air
Your means were just and fair
We look forward to such an occasion
Wherever the freedom is in question
You may stand brave in our eyes and deserve esteem
You may breathe fresh air with independence and freedom
So many countries still reel under occupation
It has direct bearing on this struggle and relation
It may be foreign subjugation or forced annexation
They must release and come out in open with indication
No foreign yoke or slavery can last long
It is blot on our thinking and very wrong
How can one nation rule over another?
When they are suppose to act as big or small brother
Foreign rule is yet understandable
It can be kept under control and manageable
What happens when hardship is not mitigated?
When there is forced labor and population completely isolated
You have done all whatever you could do to defend the honor
The occupant was your own country man and not foreigner
What a pity when country is put to shame along with people?
This struggle was self ignited one and from any quarter enforceable
Whole nation was in street caring for no food, water or shelter
What an historic gathering when you were subjected to run for cover!
There was enough of bad rule and now it was time to act
Nothing was expected anything short but exit with facts
No honor is that high to keep the head high
No height is that high where flag can not reach and fly
Salute to all those who kept the nation above everything
The sacrifice was needed to pay it as tribute for something
Whole world is watching your heroic struggle with keen interest
It has come out of its own without any external help and stood the test
All have passed off peacefully to witness new emerging nation
Its roots are deep and may send joyous messages across other nations
If I could pay any respect for your efforts
It may be bowing down of head in respect
I am sure the freedom candle may be kept on burning
Till the peace and property is not returning
Let us resolve it first to stand together
Let the treachery and slavery exist any where
We shall unite in fight against injustice
Torch of freedom may light again with full of promises
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Bapu is no more
Today Bapu (Mahatma Gandhi) is no more
Yet his memory is not frozen in store
Today once in year I glanced at his picture
I sensed he was in trouble for sure
“Why Bapu tears in your eyes” I questioned
“The same thing is going on fir years´ I mentioned
Yes my dear for the same I feel bad and in tears
I have spent troubled moments for the long years
Bapu, whole country is happy and no trouble
Leaders are aligned properly and capable
Very much defensive and impregnable fortress
Not single thread of corruption can be traced
They claim very much holy and defender
Constitution is supreme and your picture
Everything under your name and aspiration
They draw strength and power from your relation
You lived half clad and walked on feet
Spun the cloth self and stood in self to greet
But there is little change here in your followers
They want none at the gate and need only palaces and towers
Bapu, don’t you think it was grave mistake
You simply sacrificed life when nothing was at stake
They waited for you to depart at early stage
You were hurdle and handicap to manage
You need not cry as everybody is happy
We can barter national interest and ready
Our solders are daily dying for motherland
They are just obeying in our holy land
Bapu, worry not we are all safe and tuned
No disease can kill us as we are immune
We carry water in our vanes hence no feeling
We shed blood and go for open spree and killing
We never missed you as we face same brutal button charge
Previously it was by whites and now in hands of locals at large
Bapu, we are one but divided over, religion, cast, color and creed
We celebrate your anniversary once a year with known greed
* An address for father of the Indian nation*
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Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
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Prabhupada - Abhay Charan's College Days
While Abhay was in the college
His father performed his marriage.
But the couple lived not together,
Until his studies were o’er.
Radharani Datta was his spouse,
Who lived in her parent’s house.
As Abhay’s father was so keen
On his son finishing graduation.
Hardly his fourth year was o’er,
There arose a national uproar,
And a “quit India” movement
Against the British government.
Subhas Chandra Bose, his senior,
Who became a national leader,
Urged the students to come out,
And extend their active support.
Always non-political Abhay was,
This time, he liked this cause
For freeing this Dharmic country,
From the shackles of slavery.
Mahatma Gandhi, another leader,
Promptly influenced him further
With a slogan of “Non-co-operation, ”
That, in turn, shook the entire nation.
Krishna’s Bhagavad Gita Book,
Gandhi, with him, always took,
And read some portions therein,
While addressing the nation.
As Abhay loved Gita always,
He felt it one of Gandhi’s ways
To attain the country’s freedom,
Fighting from a spiritual platform.
In 1920, he gave up his studies,
After passing fourth year exams,
And refused to accept his diploma,
As a protest, to liberate India.
The killing of people unarmed,
At Jallianwalla Bagh, in hundreds,
While attending a peaceful meeting,
Triggered a massive national uprising.
This action of British government
Resulted in a total resentment
Among all the Indian people
Against their demonic rule.
Abhay’s father was concerned,
Of his future, and remained worried,
But didn’t go against his son’s free will
And kill his spirit to join a national call.
He got his son fixed up in a job
In his doctor friend’s ‘Bose lab, ’
Where Abhay joined as a Manager
Just to please his worried father.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Rhythm Nation
with music by our side
to break the color lines
let's work together
to improve our way of life
join voices in protest
to social injustice
ageneration full of courage
come forth with me
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
this is the test
no struggle no progress
lend a hand to help
your brother do his best
thinds are getting worse
we have to make them better
it's time to give a damn
let's work together...come on...
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation(people)
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
(rhythm nation) yeah
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation 1814
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Tryst with Destiny (in poem form for India’s 64th Independence Day)
And when the clock struck twelve midnight,
Fourteenth, august, forty-seven,
An Asian nation turned awake,
While world slept on in slumber deep!
A hundred years of freedom fight
Came to a grinding halt that night,
As Pandit Nehru gave his speech,
‘Tryst with destiny’ with reach!
India awoke to freedom life,
Despite a hundred years of strife,
And took a pledge anew to stay
A nation, free with peace each day!
That moment was so rare indeed;
A nation’s soul was stirred to lead,
And show the world its powerful seed,
As nations totally paid heed.
India’s history thus saw a dawn:
A struggle great ended that morn,
As success finally newborn,
Did Motherland with pride adorn.
With freedom came newer duties;
The failures of the past did cease;
The country was given new lease –
A cure for this strange a disease!
The nation was a sovereign state,
On that magical hour and date;
As leaders vowed to change the fate
Of Indian people’s long a wait.
A star of freedom rose in east,
Heralding celebration, feast;
A hope anew was born that day,
To never cease, oh, come what may!
The star would never set at all –
The Nation’s Father’s clarion call,
The architect of freedom’s hall,
Was Gandhiji (Bapu) , man tall!
He held the torch of freedom high;
Many freedom fighters did die;
And many people heaved a sigh;
As democracy stood too nigh!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-06-2010
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America s Strength (series #2)
As a youngster I began to wonder “ how this great nation came to be”.
People from all over the world looking for a new life to escape tyranny.
This became AMERICAS history.
Then we had our civil war and we fought as state to state.
We all became UNITED and that made this nation great.
So we put the two together and the UNITED STATES was formed.
Little did we know- that this would be the “ norm”.
Look around you, and you will see
Every ethnic group, that’s how we came to be.
AMERICA is not just a country, but a land
Where the bell of freedom rings
And from every country, its people it will bring.
AMERICA is a dream- a vision, a quest- if you must
But in this great nation we put all our trust.
So give us your humble, your poor, your weak
If freedom is what they seek.
This is what made this nation, and gave dreams to all mankind
For we will fight for this country, our lives we’ll put on the line.
We will get stronger, and you will weaken and die
For you can not break our spirit, no matter how you try.
“ now many will say I’m a dreamer”
But that’s how this world came to be
Every small dream has become a reality.
We wanted to hide the pictures and videos
From our children of what you had done.
Because we had felt that they was much to young.
Now we’ve decided to teach and show them about
This cowardly act, and to give them knowledge
And show them all the facts.
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Entire nation
Is it mere corruption that has engulfed entire nation?
Has that got any relevance in present context or relation?
It may be really a volcano eruption if that is indication
The nation wants free air without any suffocation
“Whole world is suffering same syndrome” remarked a leader
How can that be accepted as valid argument by reader?
When thousands of starve and millions watch helplessly?
How can this be not eradicated forcefully and successively?
Now safe haven for scoundrels. Mafias and politicians
It is not confined to Egyptians, Libyans or Indians
The poor is suffering most and fruit is enjoyed by those
Who have not struggled at all and come to power by force
Once in life time there is eruption and great revolution
No one is spared when there is great demand for devolution
The streets may not provide them safe heave or refuge
The force and demand may be tremendous and very huge
Such a candle is lit in this country by ordinary person
“Anna” stands for brother and out in open for various reasons
Country is reeling under corruption and may loose the pride and honor
He has come out with everything to loose still to act as savior
Battle line is drawn and challenge is thrown open
There is no other option but the talks to reopen
No one can escape dragnet against the popular demand
Even top order of leaders can now fear for remand
Not one man may lead the peaceful army
Whole of country may defeat the handful of enemies
They have no shame or regret for their action
We have to shape the destiny with outright reaction
They may offer all escape rotes for easy passage
The popular will may deliver the clear message
If they have any sense of self respect and concern for country
They should willingly declare the assets and black money
No one can be claimed as free from this evil
Yet the democracy is considered mother of all evils yet civil
All changes are expected and cards are on anvil
It is greatest demand of time with strongest will
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Together with the rest of the world, let us resolve to move forward from the beginnings we have made. Let us continue to bring down the walls of hostility which have divided the world for too long, and to build in their place bridges of understanding — so that despite profound differences between systems of government, the people of the world can be friends. Let us build a structure of peace in the world in which the weak are as safe as the strong — in which each respects the right of the other to live by a different system — in which those who would influence others will do so by the strength of their ideas, and not by the force of their arms. Let us accept that high responsibility not as a burden, but gladly — gladly because the chance to build such a peace is the noblest endeavor in which a nation can engage; gladly, also, because only if we act greatly in meeting our responsibilities abroad will we remain a great Nation, and only if we remain a great Nation will we act greatly in meeting our challenges at home.
quote by Richard Nixon
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Such arguments
How far we may go on buying such arguments?
Terrorists raise head and claim religious sentiments
We give free hand at the cost of poor soldiers
No one to shed tears for their life thereafter
Let their blood look no cheap
Let us pray for their soul to rest and weep
No one may be prepared lay down lives tomorrow
If it is made certain for life to throw
We repent nothing and news appear daily
The charm for life and dedication looks silly
How come young boys may come forward and show it really?
The nation owes much from us but who will now commit folly?
When motherland is not safe then why to talk of morality?
We know it is traded off for purchase of bad quality
Soldiers loose life for no fault of theirs but culprits at home
They are sitting in holy democratic temples but alas!
How can they say they are blameless and owe no explanation?
Poor people starve at home and these people go for artificial relation
At one side precious blood is shed and other side official functions
Diplomatic move of all kinds but no disappearance of tension
Robbers, murders and history sheeters adore holy place
Frame the rules to avoid prison and hot chase
Such rules have no place in modern history
These only causes tension, worries and misery
Parliament is not safe heaven even if they are sent as representatives
They are our custodians and meant for encouraging relatives
Once chosen is not permanent place to cheat the people
They are inviting wrath and unforeseen troubles
Strong judiciary must play a part
Let some big fishes go in jails as good start
Life ban for future participation as last resort
Nation awaits safe journey to reach at port
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lie and canard
It is blatant lie and canard
No one is allowed to say a word
Especially for a saint and father of nation
How can such lies are spread for any such relation
A lie can not become truth
Thousands of tales can not prove
A father of nation may live in our heart
We were give new light to start
How a nation can build reputation?
Can meet aspirations and live unto expectations
We need not show progressive world what we did
They have their axe to grind and find no lead
A legendry figure and respected world over
He needs no mention or special cover
The sun and its image can not be tarnished
They will stand high even if whole world is finished
Let historians search in relevant context
It should not be based to malign the text
In other countries it might have created bloodshed
At home we are fully aware and properly fed
Such books should not find even mention
It does great harm and spoils the relation
Modern world does not allow spread of hatred
When people are staving for the want of bread
Let us play constructive and true role for humanism
It has no place for gossips and criticism
The national sentiments should never be hurt
It is worst than insulting friend or throwing the mud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Independance Day!
I am the 15th august
I am remembered for one day every year
I make you proud every year
I am your life's most memorable august.
I make you feel free,
I give a unique feeling,
You've now got an independent country,
I've given you the most cherished feeling.
I have been your most sought day,
You gave innumerable sacrifices,
Ultimately I came out be your dream day.
I've given your life the best of the rarest prizes.
I am the Independence Day,
I've given you a hope for the future.
You've now got an open cage to live in.
I am your freedom day.
You make unlimited promises on this day,
You take vows to make your nation pride,
You make promises of taking the nation forward,
You plan of making the nation bright.
All your promises remain as promises.
All your plans get buried the next day.
All your aspirations flow along with your celebrations
You barely remember what actually your promises were
You feel patriotic for just one day
You flow into the celebrations the whole day
You proudly wave the national flag around
You keep the flag close to your chest
Eight hours of sleep is enough
To make us forget this memorable day
Weren't the sacrifices more than enough
To make us realize the value of this day
They fought for their lovely country
They died to save their dying Nation
They struggled for the elusive Independence
They had really hoped for a much better Nation
I proudly say I am the Independence Day
I fill your heart with 365 days of vigor
I give you the confidence of building a better Nation
I give you the feeling of making the Nation Bigger
I still see hungry people around
I still see child slaves around
I see people dividing themselves.
I get pained by the different classes around
This is not the Nation they fought for,
This is not the day they fought for.
Let's make a real unanimous vow
Let's promise that we are going to look after the Nation now
I plead you not to treat me as any other day
Let's make everyday as an Independence Day
Let's remove the hatred and spread Love around
I ask you to give some value for this Day
I am 15th August, I am the Independence Day
poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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