With precision
All established facts and routes
Carry the name and bear the fruits
Nothing is lost except old civilization
Yet to be remembered for its great organization
We live in new world with precision
To come near is our decision
To preserve rich heritage is blessed with provision
To look back with wisdom and good vision
Who will take care and preserve records?
Research on each and every decoded word
We have to live by and adhere to old spirit
We are proud of ancient land under our feet
It must have ancient roots with authenticity
Many might have been lost tail with coming up of new cities
Yet excavations bring so many startling revelations
It is healthy sign and good indication
We can build from stretch and rewrite history
It should not seem imaginary story
It has to be backed by scientific research
We will then only be able to find more on search
Some of the historic sites are just an example
They have been able to withstand and capable
Any decay that was to be caused by weather
Rest were possible by human efforts to wither
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Best known by culture
Any country will be best known by culture it has
It can present proudly the best possible face
It would be considered then civilized nation
To raise head in recognition with simple elation
The statesmen and heroes come next to adore
Even though they might have done extra or more
The country can afford luxury of being called generous
Rich in deep cultural heritage and prosperous
Dynasties after dynasties ruled vast chunk of land
Ruled for long after annexing and subjugating their land
The civilization has deep roots in culture and literature
It gives immense advantage to be measured for sure
The treasure can be taken away or stolen
Its impression can not be wiped out or forgotten
It will remain for centuries buried under land
To be excavated and shaped as forbidden dreamland
It may speak of the golden time it had enjoyed
The coins and clay pots may reveal what tact they had employed
The rich tradition in craft can shed the light on old technology
And some knowledge on geology and good ecology
Some of the cities speak well of their ancient heritage
It sustained the blow with devastating blow and age
The heavy wind and earth quakes might have ruined the structures
Though enough has been found out to be read in scriptures
The Romans were great warriors with fine weaponry
Their conduct on and off the field was of highest standard and exemplary
Though some of the records coincide with the facts but different accounts vary
It is not known what might have been their fate in meeting with adversary
The pictures and scripts are decoded to throw some light
The time may come to their rescue to prove them right
Some of the opinions may be erroneous and faulty
It may be assessed rightly and strengthen by the faculty
Any such development in the field of literature is welcome
It might have been influenced by any out come
The legendry tales and folk songs still rule the mind of people
It may be still interesting subject for the most of the pupils
It is matter of great pride and honor to live with
Such fine tradition to exhibit without any filth
To make it as part of world archeology
Without raising any controversy or bogey
Many writers may claim it as privilege
Many may chide at it and commit sacrilege
I take it as an opportunity and explore
Any civilization or literature needs to be adored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sisters, O Sisters
-male chauvinist pig engineer, ha! ha!
-right on, sister!
We lost our green land, we lost our clean air,
We lost our true wisdom and we live in despair.
O sisters, o sisters, lets stand up right now,
Its never too late to start from the start.
O wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to ask.
Wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
Wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O sisters, o sisters, lets wake up right now,
Its never too late to shout from our hearts.
O freedom, o freedom, thats what we fight for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to fight.
Freedom, o freedom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O freedom, o freedom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O sisters, o sisters, lets give up no more,
Its never too late to build a new world.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to live.
New world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
New world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sister, O Sister
We lost our green land
We lost our clean air
We lost our true wisdom
And we live in despair
Sisters, o sisters
Lets stand up right now
Its never too late
To start from the start
Wisdom, o wisdom
Thats what we ask for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to ask
Wisdom, o wisdom
Thats what we ask for
Thats what we live for now
Wisdom, o wisdom
Thats what we ask for
Thats what we live for now
Sisters, o sisters
Lets wake up right on
Its never too late
To shout from our hearts
Freedom, o freedom
Thats what we fight for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to fight
Freedom, o freedom
Thats what we ask for
Thats what we live for now
Freedom, o freedom
Thats what we ask for
Thats what we live for now
Sisters, o sisters
Lets give up no more
Its never too late
To build a new world
New world, o new world
Thats what we live for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to live
New world, o new world
Thats what we live for
Thats what we must now learn to build
New world, o new world
Thats what we live for
Thats what we must now learn to build
New world, o new world
Thats what we live for
Thats what we must now learn to build
New world, o new world
Thats what we live for
Thats what we must learn to build
song performed by by Lennon John
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Mother India
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
In Your Lap live men and women
Of every caste and religion.
You rain your love and affection
On them all without distinction.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You have got a peculiar trait
Due to which you are very great.
You adopt the foreigners too,
Who like to live and die for you.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are beautiful, all perfect;
You are rich in every aspect.
In the ancient times, we have heard,
Aliens called you ‘a golden bird’
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
The mountains guard your honour here;
The ocean washes your feet there.
The rivers contain sweet water
Which for us is just like nectar.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Our culture is ancient and high,
We are respected that is why.
Culture has bound us by and by,
With a chain of pure love and tie.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men
Who are not loyal, but still then,
Pose as lovers of this nation,
Whom we do not like to mention.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men;
Fire of hatred they ever fan.
Freedom, we fear, may not be lost,
Which we have got at a great cost.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Let us be wise not to be tool
Of selfish powers which befool
Those who do not well understand
Their aim which is behind their stand.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We will be lucky, if we die
For you, O Gracious Country High!
We’ll give them a fitting reply,
Who see you with a slanting eye.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
poem by Aziz Ahmad
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Heaken To My Council
I have said it once
Now will i say it twice
Not anymore
Not trice
For she wont listen
To my advice
She lives all her life
Bowing to images
And worshiping all the vanities
Thinking she is blessed
And will go to heaven
Now she perishes like a chicken
And she is soon forgotten
I will live a free man
Than to live a slave
For the beauty of the sea
Is it wave
The beauty of man
Is to live a free man
A good seed
Bears a good fruits
And a good water
Runs in a good fluids
poem by Matt Ancient
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Mother India
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
In Your Lap live men and women
Of every caste and religion.
You rain your love and affection
On them all without distinction.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You have got a peculiar trait
Due to which you are very great.
You adopt the foreigners too,
Who like to live and die for you.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are beautiful, all perfect;
You are rich in every aspect.
In the ancient times, we have heard,
Aliens called you ‘a golden bird’
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
The mountains guard your honour here;
The ocean washes your feet there.
The rivers contain sweet water
Which for us is just like nectar.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Our culture is ancient and high,
We are respected that is why.
Culture has bound us by and by,
With a chain of pure love and tie.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men
Who are not loyal, but still then,
Pose as lovers of this nation,
Whom we do not like to mention.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We are sorry here live some men;
Fire of hatred they ever fan.
Freedom, we fear, may not be lost,
Which we have got at a great cost.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
Let us be wise not to be tool
Of selfish powers which befool
Those who do not well understand
Their aim which is behind their stand.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
We will be lucky, if we die
For you, O Gracious Country High!
We’ll give them a fitting reply,
Who see you with a slanting eye.
O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
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Do Good
I will live my life doing good
For i understand
The reason of doing good
So wither with or without
I will live doing good
The only power over evil
Is to live doing good
I will live my life doing good
For goodness is love
Goodness will take you
Higher and above
Goodness is kindness
Goodness brings happiness
It opposes selfishness
Goodness is Godliness
So i will live my life doing good
poem by Matt Ancient
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For Our Future
They were real kings
His Highness majesty who could sing
Turn the fortune and change the fate
They had everything at disposal to relate
They left it behind
For world to find
To help the poor
And worked from door to door
They were great and may be remembered
For their contribution and what they have offered
To live with peace and brotherhood
In life they practiced and understood
They were real supporter
To work for people as porter
Carry out their plight and pain
Into life of their own
With great vision and mission
The great Ashoka made frank admission
'Love and compassion is the only way'
Hatred must go away
We on our part
Can pick little from their humanitarian art
At least to show some compassion
If not deteriorate but build the good relation
We need stable world
To live with unison and in one fold
Not to speak with threatening posture
But to build world for our future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Observation
Where do I go now from here?
Is there any place somewhere?
I can sit peacefully for a moment
Watch gracefully all the movements
I found nothing wrong with the nature
It existed and all were there for future
Birds flew in raw with nice formation
Why then all of sudden such transformation?
River too had musical and orderly flow
Fragrance in air with sweet voice of cuckoo and crow
All added to the beautiful surrounding and weather
Nature had it all with glory to its feather
I still need to search the soul
Not to smell rat and find the foul
May be that I lack the vision and sense
Why can’t I see all across the fence?
We may fail to notice gradual change
It may have its own sphere and range
Still there is so much to observe
Best efforts to maintain and preserve
We have changed a lot in comparison
Not much in common and act in unison
Indulge in loot, murder and arson
I find no logic and solid reason
Nature may have its noble role to play
It has its roots and relation with the clay
We may act different and hold the sway
One thing for sure we are drifting and going away
Will it deliver anything good?
Millions may perish for the want of food
Alienation from nature is not good indication
Unhealthy environment may lead to suffocation
Let us not starve ourselves for simple reason
Not to act in haste with any of the season
Believe in natural law with respect to all
We may flourish together with humanity call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shine For You
Look across the world
And let us shine for you, Lord
The whole world is yours
And I want to live for you
One thing I know
Is that you've changed my life
I give you my all
All you are is good
Give you my heart
God it's only you I seek
Give you my praise
'Cause I believe in you
Look across the world
And let us shine for you, Lord
The whole world is yours
And I want to live for you, O God
All that I know
Is that you've changed my life
I give you my all
And all you are is good
Carry the lost
Make my prayer in this life real
Carry my cross
Hold on 'til I see you
Look across the world
And let us shine for you, Lord
The whole world is yours
And I want to live for you, O God
And I want to live
I want to love you more
I want to be used
Father in all of the world
May your word be heard
May it stay on my lips
Live what I speak
Until your kingdom come
Look across the world
And let us shine for you
And let us shine for you
Look across the world
And let us shine for you, Lord
The whole world is yours
And I want to live for you
Look across the world
And let us shine for you, Lord
The whole world is yours
And I want to live for you
And I want to live for you
And I want to live for you
song performed by by Hillsong
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Two Wise Men
there is a legacy, an old legacy of two books
the old books of ancient
the ancient wisdom
of two men
two wise men
with good hearts
and good minds
one by name of Luqman
and the other man
is the great porphet-king Solomon
I didn't find these two books
but I found
THe wise words
of these two men
The songs
of wisdom's book
pouring from the heaven
to the heart
the MAN with NO FAITH in ALLAH
is NO MAN
BE faithful then your illness is all gone
THere is holy obligation upon man
care for parents as they care
then be fair free from bias
upon your self
upon your men
or your enemy
you will win; then and ofter
in this life
and thereafter
poem by Sallam Yassin
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India What Will You Teach This World?
India a continent old trade vast
India rich in philosophy religions
India steeped in ancient traditions
India a wealth of diverse cultures
India wisdom weeps crosses centuries
India you are supposed to be proud
India you are supposed to share
India your heritage with lost world
India you are supposed to share
Wisdom a covet west has forsaken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dusty's Trail
Dusty's Trail is about…
Hiking up to Laban Rata at 11,000 feet,
Climbing up to Low's Peak at 4,095.2 meters,
Of majestic Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu here we come,
Here we hike and we climb,
To explore and conquer
The beauty of the Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu located in Sabah,
Land Below the Wind,
Mount Kinabalu, a World Heritage Site,
An oasis of calm and tranquility.
To discover true meaning of life,
Of a world in motion;
To create global awareness of Duchenne,
Let the trail Mount Kinabalu begins the journey.
Challenging climb yet achievable,
To help the Duchenne victims
In fulfilling their dreams,
Becoming healthy children.
This expedition will
build confidence and give hope
Among the Duchenne victims
Among victim's families.
Dusty's Trail is about…
Finding a cure one day,
Finding drugs to ease their sufferings,
Painful relieves among victims.
Let Mount Kinabalu expedition
To create Dusty trail,
To create unity and strength,
To create friendship among climbers from different countries.
Coalition Duchenne's spirit continues
To search funds for Research & Development of new drug,
To provide supports and ultimately find a cure,
For the victims and family members.
May this expedition
Bring hope, inspiration and aspiration.
May the victims continue
to live life to the fullest.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Man's Curiosity Lands on Mars!
Of all the many galaxies,
The Maker chose just planet earth,
The third from sun in Milky Way,
For man to inhabit and thrive!
But man's curiosity didn't stop
By landing upon moon's surface!
One small step of Neil Armstrong meant
A giant leap for mankind's science!
Mars Rover Curiosity
Has touched down upon mars surface,
A feat of engineering skills -
A culmination of efforts!
But why search planets for new life?
Home earth has secrets much concealed;
Why waste money and time so far?
Cannot you develop life on earth?
Though curiosity of man
Is good for scientific research,
All know that earth is best for man,
And yet, they hunt for newer ground!
Kudos to scientists' great efforts!
Man's brain is doing things grandiose;
If only money's spent on earth,
All mankind can live happily!
Mere mankind's pow'rs can't move mountains!
The Omnipotent need to bless;
Man's achievements then bear witness
To Maker's awesome power and love!
Dedicated to all the scientists world-wide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-8-12
poem by John Celes
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This Is AFRICA
Nicknamed as dark
Loved by many
Yet so despised
Because they can't see
Her hidden treasures]
Rich with the sun
Gold ever flows and
Precious stones
Sons of our dark mother
Walks on them
Great rivers feed all the oceans
Blind folded
By systems of the West and the East
Touch nots, do nots,
Sends tubes of fire
to cause division
Between the ancient relatives
who have live as one
Who will save her
From this dragon?
I think she must face it
As in the story of old
Feed the fierce
With the lambs meat
and sweet lullubies
He might be tamed
Arise Africa
Face the facts
Uncover thy gold
Trade it with fareness
All sons of the black mother
You have your share
You do not have to kill your relatives
For the west and the east
Who have wasted your blood
And enslaved your fathers
To build their kingdoms
And left you as ophans uncared for
Africa
Save yourself from bitterness
It kills your joy
Preserve your beauty
Though you were name after wild
You are human and beautiful
I love you Africa!
Your Future is brighter
Than the noon sunlight
poem by charles K wanjohi
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R.I.P story poem
Here where once there used to be.
A quiet village cemetery
A hallowed place in which to find
Tranquillity and peace of mind.
The graveyard served the village well
Though for how long no man can tell.
I’m sad to say the village died.
The land on which they all relied.
Suddenly lost fertility.
The people facing poverty.
Saw no good reason they should stay
and one by one they moved away.
To other places far from here
they seemed to simply disappear
to destinations we don’t know.
They had no choice they had to go
Houses fell into disrepair
because there was no one to care.
The passing years were none too kind.
There’s very little left to find.
Bar rotten floorboards here and there.
Weeds in profusion everywhere
The churchyard too is over grown
with brambles hiding each gravestone.
A long forgotten tragedy
a piece of ancient history.
The city suburbs must expand
and in their search for building land.
The greedy eyes are cast this way.
They know they will not have to pay.
The true worth of this empty land,
The kind of price it will command.
When it is cleared ready to build.
They hope their coffers will be filled.
But fate has other plans in mind
and to their great surprise they’ll find
That they have made a grave mistake.
The profits which they hope to make.
Will not now materialise.
Because they failed recognise.
The old grave yard as hallowed ground
Despite the evidence they found.
They wantonly destroyed head stones
showed no respect for buried bones.
It makes me happy to report
the vaunted plans all came to naught.
Because some archaeologists
Researching local history lists
Discovered this old cemetery
and they decided it must be.
Preserved in perpetuity
for generations yet to be.
The greedy men had lost their cash
Their dreams of profit turned to ash
the damage done for no reward.
The good folk who were buried here
can sleep in peace they need not fear.
That their rest will be disturbed.
The greedy builders have been curbed.
A happy ending to my tale
Their efforts were to no avail.
It seems that fate itself decreed
they must be punished for their greed.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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But it is obvious that our fathers, whose efforts have planted these great and prosperous cities along the once lonely trails of our own broad land, received all the fundamentals of civilization as a heritage from their European ancestors.
quote by James H. Breasted
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Human nature
As the human nature knows no bounds
Many areas of left over area is found
Otherwise who cares for left over and forgotten?
Mother has taken care of lappers and orphans even
When the wind is in favor and honesty at peak
There is nothing more to appreciate or speak
As God has sent you on earth as an emissary
The goal is scored over every adversary
Long live all those who live with holiness
As world has always lived with hollowness
Some may prove to be guiding star
We may have all the satisfaction even they go away very far
I salute their efforts for mankind
We are alive and not gone blind
How do we forget their efforts and dedication?
It is matter of satisfaction with good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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