Zealous patriot
I don’t want to be called zealous patriot
This not the matter of important subject
No one should appreciate it or reject
It does not help more with enthusiasm to inject
Tomorrow is cricket world cup final on native ground
Many may be openly worshipping and freely found
That does not mean we shall not ask for same blessings
For our opponent team in case something goes missing
We want the country should emerge as clear winner
Both the teams are fully equipped but still fear
What will be reaction at home when they return?
The home crowd may turn hostile in turn
Each second may be missing our heart beats
The war of nerves and may favor the fortune for fit
Millions may raise their hands in prayer
One by one the uncertainty may disappear from the layers
It is nice to be on the home side and pray for success
It is equally important to be polite with full access
At no stage it must create little apprehension of bias
The sport must have salient feature thus
I wish sports flag fly high in the sky
Let each team whole heartedly struggle or try
The able and strong may win the game
The honor and glory must go without any blame
I wish full blast from their bats
Let them pounce like hunter cats
Have pound of flash as final reward
Look for better finish with glorious awards
I fear no unruly scene on the glorious day
As people are responsible and know the way
Visitors are honored guests and always welcome
The finals cup races may go and again come
Let us join hands for healthy competition
It should not have any ugly repetition
We, as country, raise our head in recognition
Let no untoward incident prove it as powerful ignition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cricket Is Just Another Game
Cricket just like baseball and football and golf is just another game
And though some great cricket players have won Worldwide fame
Cricket for most cricket fans like followers of all other sports
From their life cares is just an escape of sorts
The praises of sports celebrities millions every day do sing
And nowadays sports Worldwide is a huge thing
And those not in some way involved in sport a minority
At least that is how it does seem to me
I've got nothing against cricket I'd like to make that clear
Though on t v and radio so much of it to see and hear
Like every sport for millions of poor people I am aware
A temporary escape from their lives every care
And cricket after all is just another game
Like every other sport it is much the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ameria's Welcome Home
Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Our boys have seen the Old World as none have seen before.
They know the grisly horror of the German gods of war:
The noble faith of Britain and the hero-heart of France,
The soul of Belgium's fortitude and Italy's romance.
They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea,
'America swears brotherhood with all the just and free.'
They wrote that word victorious on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.
Oh, welcome home in Heaven's peace, dear spirits of the dead!
And welcome home ye living sons America hath bred!
The lords of war are beaten down, your glorious task is done;
You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won.
Now it's home again, and home again, our hearts are turning west,
Of all the lands beneath the sun America is best.
We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Canada First
To home and Country shouts we raise I
For Home and Land to Heaven we cry !
In Home and Country let us live
For Home and Land we stand to die !
This Land us bred : these Hills are ours :
These Mighty Floods that seaward roll
We know no masters but ourselves
We know no bounds this side the pole !
God gave to us these Reaching Woods :
The Spreading Lakes we sail upon ;
We hold them for our children's right
And who is he intrudes thereon?
And we shall till the Rolling Plains
That reach into the setting sun ;
'Tis our Dominion to extend
To coasts that lave the Great Ocean.
To Home and Country shouts we raise !
For Home and Land to Heaven we cry !
In Home and Country let us live
For Home and Land we stand to die !
poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
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The Stamping Ground
The stamping ground,
The stamping ground.
All your old gang
Still hang around.
Coming in with the same blokes,
Going home with the same jokes,
If you ever go missing
I know where youll be found :
The stamping ground.
The big fella on the front door knows your face.
The barman pretends that hes saved you a place,
But when your back is turned
They say shes older than she tells.
I could stand the main attraction,
But not the clientelle.
The stamping ground,
The stamping ground.
All your old gang
Still hang around.
Coming in with the same blokes,
Going home with the same jokes,
If you ever go missing
I know where youll be found :
The stamping ground.
Everybody knows
Evrybodys trouble,
Who comes in alone,
Who leaves as a couple.
When they seen you coming, babe,
They act like theyre pleased to meet you.
Say its very nice to know you,
But I wouldnt want to be you.
The stamping ground,
The stamping ground.
All your old gang
Still hang around.
Going home with the same blokes,
Going home with the same jokes,
If you ever go missing
I know where youll be found :
The stamping ground.
You talk like you dont have a brain in your head.
You act like you dont have a care in your bed.
Th lights are on,
Theres no one home,
It scares you to death.
You stamp on anyone who stops to take a breath.
The stamping ground,
The stamping ground.
All your old gang
Still hang around.
Going home with the same blokes,
Going home with the same jokes,
If you ever go missing
I know where youll be found :
The stamping ground.
The stamping ground.
The stamping ground.
The stamping ground.
The stamping ground.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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No reason to hate
I see no reason to hate
Even though reaction may come late
My hands can rise for prayer
To pardon the mistakes forever
I feel so compassionate
Heart and mind fully resonate
Even though do not see eye to eye
Can not reason out it why?
I may be full of all ills
Yet determined to do away or kill
I shall back you for true feeling
Go all out for it as nearly willing
You are clear at heart
And this is in fact good start
It is not illusion or great art
But it is vital and important humanity part
What generally we are supposed to do?
Walk along with others and go through
Don’t alienate from main stream
Work as group along with the team
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tri Color
Tri color may be furled tomorrow in the sky
We raise our head and try
Look! It is our national flag
Freedom is there and in bag
Yes, we have made progress
Clean roads are their with smooth surface
Yet we need to strive hard and chase
All our dreams that were not realized in some cases
We look towards stable nation
Cordial atmosphere with strong relation
We are seen with high hope
Our progress is constant and non stop
We lack many things
As new nation we may miss certain things
Yet some lapses are not to be forgotten
The basket is certainly having few eggs as rotten
What do we reiterate on this Independence Day?
Look towards leadership and shut the eyes any way?
No we need to improve and warn leaders
You may face same grave as ours
Millions starve for the want of food
Our crop is bumper and good
We can feed domestic people
As we as help those who are in trouble
We need warehouses and not stadiums
We need to balance with equilibrium
Grain should not rot in open
The situation should not slip out of hand and turn
Let freedom be seen in truest form
Let national wealth remain at home
Foreign help is necessary and welcome
Yet neighborhood should prove troublesome
Raise head with honor and assert
We shall be second to none in desert
We shall come up with green belt and make revolution
Country may witness real progress with firm resolution
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Homes Not a Home
Homes not a home without you
Homes not home without the ones you love
Homes not a home when one is missing
That missing one is the heart of the home
To to make the home a home again you go looking for them
in good weather or bad weather
You look all over town..
Screaming and shouting their name.
Making all kind of sounds
Hooting and a hollering.
and carring on.
just to make a point.
missing one, come home...
you are loved.
come home safe
return to us
a homes not a home with out you
you are unique
you are rare
Theres no one like you.
you, we can't replace..
come home come home
so home can be a home again.
Dedicated to carlos ortiz
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Yes sir
Yes sir, great honor at stake.
It is fight to finish but not fake
Garlands, praises and controversy to rake
Then also pride and honor for country sake
Only sport to keep sentiments high
Well deserved victory to try
Do or die approach but nothing to feel shy
It is game and not gambles so not to ask why?
Let the sport be taken in sporting way
It can unite country with different say
Blessings for those who keep away
From all dirty tricks and no attention to pay
How many rise from their troubled sleep?
Always awake to witness and keep
The national sentiments to keep on top
It is the only way to keep tempo high and not to stop
It may be only option to keep world together
Let the burning issues not to worry or bother
Let us keep the destiny open for time to come
Enjoy it with enthusiasm and arms wide open to welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Own perception
People have their own perception
As it is going on since long from the inception
If we do not learn it from the first reception
How can we claim ignorance or exception?
It is age old saying that eyes do not reveal wrong?
You can not cheat anybody by singing a song
If you have mastery over eyes and tongue
You can mesmerize any one when nicely sung
When you are fully lost in love and think nothing
It is likely to take you for acid testing
It may prove fatal or end in blessings
So one must ensure nothing remains behind as missing
Anybody may manipulate it for anything
It is alright so long we don’t dream on wings
If we choose to sink regardless of result
The strong base can not be built
Love means sacrifice and nothing in return
It may take anytime worst or ugly turn
No one can blame it as blind faith
It will hurt you even at the time of death
You will have to take pledge
That you will endure full age
Nothing may stop you from going near
Even if that may cause so much fear
Love is meant to be lost for ever
To live in another world and nothing to hear
No noise, no disturbance of any kind
You will go deep with clear conscience in mind
Let there be no different message in eye
Let the tongue slip away and try
Yet the essence of love must remain same
You catch it from any direction it has come
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Treat It As Casual
What waits in store for any individual?
We don’t take it seriously and treat as casual
We have all the limitations and no freedom to act
This proves handicap to all kind of progress in fact
Some where you are bogged down either by ill fate
Or by the scarcity of funds or coming on scene very late
You are not fully within the control of the situation
This mark slow down of your march in continuation
How the to come out of uncertainty and surge ahead
Take full control of the situation and provide the lead
Show to the world that you are in position to deliver
You are strong supporter and firm believer
The key to your success is firm commitment
There is progress all around and positive movement
You are not influenced by any out side factor
This paves way for your emergence as clear victor
Until you become master of your own destiny
You can’t be respected in high esteem by many
You will have to prove your ability and resolve
That you are capable and in position to solve
No one can guarantee for full success
Even if he is blessed with situation and full access
Some of the factors are beyond his control
And that takes him out of scene with heavy toll
We are human beings and need some kind of grace
In grim situation we are puzzled and unable to face
In such situation we need strong moral support
Nothing can achieved in absence even if put in lots of efforts
Barring few of such handicaps man can claim highest peak
No cone can stop him from doing so even if he is weak
As wind is favorable and all factors work on his side
Everything is added to his success as area has become very wide
It is easy to dream about lovely shore
Land there safely with lot more to explore
This can only be possible when you are clear
About your ambition, mission and that too without fear
You can be up against ante and sail through
The passage may not smooth that is also true
Yet you are determined to avail an opportunity
And that proves as tremendous boost with high quality
You can now claim as person of high repute
You have good name, fame and nothing to dispute
Fortune has swung in your favor and speaks of great volume
You can relax now in life in leisure and at free will can resume
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Going Home
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
No crying no sighing Im going home
Im leaving no grieving Im going home
And theres no one here
And theres nothing here gonna turn me around
Been a lifetime here full of doubt and fear
Been the talk of the town
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
Im smiling Im flying Im going home
No sad face no suitcase Im going home
And Im thinking back
To the girl I left is she waiting for me
When I left my heart wasnt in my hands
Is she waiting home for me
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
I know my friends will be there
And they will welcome me
Ill wash away these memories
From these dirty streets
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
Im dreaming Im scheming Im going home
Im racing times wasting Im going home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
And in my babys eyes
I see joy and pride
Uncover all those lies
That I left behind
When I get home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
When I get home
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Have an answer
You will have an answer
But from true and fewer
It is journey in isolation
Only self will know its revelation
It is self introspection
I am not worried about any other section
It is me and me alone
It will be felt by the only one
The pain and agony will be borne
The memory will not be easily gone
No mater how much time takes place?
Its end will be nice in any case
The sand shall go on to accumulate
There is nothing more to formulate
I shall be there for story to relate
He will surely come even if very late
I shall not curse my luck
Even though in mid way I will be struck
I may cruise the ship against heavy wind
It will not be misadventure or totally blind
I claim him to be very close associate
The result will not be that immediate
I can wait indefinitely and endure the delay
I have less to worry and more attention to pay
I am unsure of what will be your final reply
I slip into oblivion and feel deeply shy
It continuously rocks my mind and asks why?
All this uncertainty pushes me for frantic try
I leave it not to only fate
There may be slim chances to rate
I have full confidence to state
It will be reality to receive him at the gate
Neither was it mere attachment
Not meant for simple detachment
It was quest for strong bond
Till its end we were very much fond
It was confident and bold move
We were not meant for it to prove
We never quarreled for its cessation
It was all there for realization
There will an end to long spell
There is so much at stake to tell
If everything goes smoothly and well
It will be unique of its kind and different tale
Sometimes my heart used to skip a beat
They body may turn pale and exert to sweat
The anxiety may turn high with near approach
The event was very much important as such
I had nothing to fear from any fall out
It was expected not to worry about
All was going well as per plan and date
I was only to keep patience and wait
The final day has come today
We have found out the reasonable way
The association may now turn reality
We had full trust in our ability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Isn't cricket supposed to be a team sport? I feel people should decide first whether cricket is a team game or an individual sport.
quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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I Feel Shy
I am very shy
But a descent boy
Hardly of sixteen
Just out of teen
Know nothing about world
Turning hot and sometimes cold
Loose temper very easily
But fall in line readily
People say' world is wide open '
Open wings and fly even
Reach the sky and hit back the ground
Joy and love is surely to be found
I wish to be great man
Rule the entire world but as human'
Where there should be no misery
Life sans problems and worries
I am not snake charmer
But can be called as reformer
I mix with people and hear their woes
I know at heart where actually life goes
You need no big budget
Only open your heart and let
Show the world that you love and care
Heaven is here and you needn't go any where
Wish I could reach out and read their aspirations
The manner in which they want healthy relation
I have no magic wand to turn the equations
But certainly a logic to make worth mention
'Hello world' I am making scene
The impact you might have never seen
I shall rule the heart of millions'
As I wish not to rush to the pavilion
I am handsome and loving young man
Anybody may propose and be my woman
Yes, I am not at all in hurry
But some one has to enter and carry …
Who would want to be woman of my dream?
Who would join me in my lonely team?
I shall insist no one to join in struggle
As it won't be smooth or free from troubles
I can't look at the sky and count stars
They are from unreal world and very far
I want people should be seen as my stars
Never get disillusioned with uncertainties and wars
No doubt I am peasant boy
Have not come out from days of toys
People say 'I have milky teeth'
I should be at home to be with
Yes I value home traditions
Parents and all occupy special positions
Yet brethrens from all walks of life come above
As they have shown and definitely proved
Our forefathers have shed the blood and suffered
I wish to run on their foot steps and offer
Whatever I can in my ordinary capacity
And come out with flying colors and show the dignity
What did our forefathers do?
Did not leave us behind to pass through
Great ordeals and lot many sufferings
We can prove right as ordinary human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You And I (And Two Football Teams)
you and i
met not long ago
you and i
were a thing of love
we were idolized by all
then the day came
you cheated on me
with the football team
what happened?
to you and i?
i didnt expect you to do this
i let my guard fall
and now as the open woulds bleed through
my heart cant take any more
but as the days go on without you
the wounds do not close
do not heal
my heart weakens more and more
then i heard
you slept with the visiting football team
the same night
as you slept with our home team
i cant take this anymore
you betrayed me
and our home football team
you slept with the visiting team
this is the final blow to my heart
as i walk into your house
i load my nine
i walk into your room
and look you in the eye
despite the other 3 men there
i empty my entire clip
into your slim tan body
i save one bullet
to end my hearts pain
the other 3 men
long gone now
i am now with you
and you are
with only me
we ended up together
yet again
just you and i
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Waiting For Our Turn
The flag of Ghana and the wisdom of my home,
With self-exaltation to bring you closer to my lover;
And like the fundamental questions of love,
But try to raise the flag so high.
We shall overcome some day in life,
For we are all victims of our own success!
And of Mount Zion to rest my mind,
Oh come back home to save your people.
I met the big white sheep with its developed horns,
And like 'Chitty-chitty Bang-bang'!
But what goes around must surely come around;
And we are still waiting for our turn in this life.
Sexis beautiful and it comes with love,
But debt is the reality of life! !
And death is not the option;
But with the 'virginity test certificates' to clear my mind,
For we are still waiting for our turn.
The fundamentals of a new world to crown the soul,
And in nudeness we stood to wait for our turn!
Hurray! ! ! The Flag of Ghana!
We shall overcome some day in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A waka waka waka
“To shine “meaning Waka, waka, waka
Well thought over terms in South Africa
All countries assembled there for sports meet
Not to go off line at all and ready to greet
World sport lovers meet is staged
Everything is beautifully arranged
Fine display of sports spirit
There is high hope with glimmering light
Sport spirit is flying high and show is well managed
Enough care is taken to improve upon and relation not damaged
It is unique gathering on large scale to make it grand success
Whole world watches it on screen with planned approach and access
It is difficult to take care of national sentiments
The crowd remains active and offer encouragement with comments
It is hard and difficult task to control the out burst with patience
Light flare up can lead to unnecessary scuffle and jeopardize session
It is national pride and befitting status to stage show on such large scale
World comes closer like sea and allowing movements for giants like whale
Every athlete or team is in it self is a complete composition
It enhances he pride and elevates the prestige for nation
It is well know fact that sports bind nations together
Hostility is completely forgotten and no one bothers
You may find high tempo running among nations to score outright win
It is of course do or die battle but situation can be win or no win
The host country may earn in millions
The total viewers may exceed in trillions
Above all it is great get together and biggest union
World may soon to realize how best to live in cohesion
The sport light taken across continent conveys the message
The international peace and brotherhoods have clear passage
The countries may be fighting bitterly for ages
It will great achievement if they forget for moment and manage
You may not love to each other if no chance is afforded
Peace and stability can’t exist if proper honor is not accorded
It has got no meaning if sentiments are allowed to run high
It may damage national honor if flag is not allowed to fly
The world sport can bring nations together in true sense
It is biggest challenge and there is necessity for its presence
World have to adopt peaceful co-existence for survival
Misery, distrust and disasters can’t be greeted on their arrival
“Waka waka” to shine and make other to feel very fine
Let people enjoy every moments when they assemble to dine
It is glorious moment to have its implications very far
World may come closer even though some of them may at war
Waka is African term meaning “to shine”
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Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at the familiar house I call home
I am back home, sweet home after the journey
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at Daddy's children, full of expectations
The young man with soiled hands, still jumping on Daddy
The young lady wanting to tell Daddy all the stories of school
It does not matter that Daddy is tired! Daddy is always daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I know I have to travel again from home tomorrow
I may go to the nice places, be they palaces or hotels
Marble floors sparkling with reflections of cleanliness
But they are not as homely as home with daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at everybody wanting to know about the trip of daddy
Everybody wants to know what daddy has brought
Everybody is happy to see daddy home
Daddy is always strong, no tiredness even when tired
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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I’m Finished
I don’t know where it will end and how?
But I rush with speed, raise the head and bow
Don’t care who is washed on the way
As I am uncontrollable all the ways
Yes, I am mad like bull
I am desprate to become full
Attain the womanhood and achieve the glory
No fear, no tension, no guilt and no sorry
I am engulfed by new energy
Whole the year I was calm and busy
The dark clouds has made me crazy
Full in action and not ready to be called lazy
I am in spate
People call me irate
I have nothing more to state
I wish not to be late
People on banks greet, hate and cry
I don’t wait to ask them why
It is my style to keep them guessing
Let them know my new birth while facing
I listen to heralding news
It is quite heartening views
Sea seems to be in near vicinity
I am about to loose my quest with loss of identity
I shall be no more virgin
I shall be heading with full of charging
Let the sea embrace me with full honor
Absorb and finish the hunt in small hour
I am quite and fully contended
The virgin status is lost and now no more contended
Just from sweet test to sour one
Such experienced is to be told to none
It is like dream come true
The ordeal has been passed through
Now no more struggle to survive
Just stay in and glory to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Cannot Judge The Worth Of People
You cannot judge the worth of people of any Nation by their elite sports stars or by their football team
Though by many such things are seen as quite important and very good for National esteem
Sport is important though quite over-rated there's more to life than at sports being the best
Of the generosity of a Race of people that surely could not be seen as a test
You cannot judge the worth of any people by their ranking as a World Super-power
In my school going days I did not respect the school yard bully though out of fear before him I did cower
You do not respect those that you do fear as fear from respect is quite a different thing
'Tis only out of fear that you pretend to like them and out of fear their praises you will sing
You can judge the worth of anybody if towards aggression they are not inclined
If they are blessed with the gift of compassion and to others they are generous and kind
People like them are good and kind and decent they are a credit to humanity
I know a few of their type but not many these people the unsung heroes to me
It does not mean that you are a good person if you are a celebrity or great at football
So many of their type are quite flawed people lets face it they are human after all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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