Of Trees
trees know no religion
caste or creed they know not
birds, bees and humans
do they shelter and nurture
with no expectation or reward
they extend their heart
discrimination not in their blood
to live as a tree and nothing else
isn't that real art of living?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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O God, let there be peace
O God, let there be peace
Let differences among people cease
Let there be happiness everywhere
Let there be suffering nowhere
Let people love each other
And have a friendly nature
To have a good future
And be compassionate to every creature
Let people live together
And promote a healthy culture
Irrespective of religion, caste and creed
O God, let there be peace
Let there be no violence of any kind
For the sake of mankind
Let humans overcome their greed
O God, let there be peace
Let there be no gender discrimination
Let women face no humilation
Let there be safety on every street
O God, let there be peace
Date: 06/04/2005 Place: India
poem by Manisha Tulaskar
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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.
quote by John Galsworthy
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In Karma The Price We Must Pay
Birds and arboreal animals need every bush and tree
When their homes are destroyed by humans they must fight for a new territory
And if in securing new homes they are unsuccessful they become homeless and slowly die
I speak a fact of Nature and Nature does not lie.
The wildlife where trees are removed must search for homes elsewhere
Others they must try for to dispossess one reason wild creatures are becoming rare
Is that their habitat is being destroyed due to human financial greed
That the root cause of species extinction leads to human kind is so sad to say indeed.
Humans wage war on their own kind and war on Nature as well
How this will affect future generations of humans only time alone will tell
That what we do to Nature to our own selves we do is true
Since from her we will receive the Karma the Karma we are due.
Birds and arboreal animals need trees to live on and when their trees are cut away
They will have to fight for homes elsewhere since where they are they cannot stay
What goes around always comes around as some do like to say
And for our abuse of Nature in Karma the price we must pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One Earth and One Sky
The sky is one
The earth is one
But we are not one
We are divided in the name of
caste, creed, race, religion and culture
and so many other differences
Science has developed
but could not adjoin us
it is a pity?
why we are unable
to understand feelings of others
Are we blunt?
The birds are better
they can fly anywhere
but where we are?
Are we engaged
only to rejoice the reins
and powers
Must not we proceed
we simplify our action
accessible to all
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Building Bridges
the human heart builds bridges...
that the ego seeks to destroy.
whether you strike a match,
and light a candle,
light a fire in the stove,
or light a lantern...
you are creating light....
light by any other name is light.
we are all born seeking the same thing,
in that way we are the same.
the paths we take, the choices we make,
the battles we fight, the society we live in...
make us different.
the real journey is in seeing through
the differences...
whether you call your father daddy,
father, pops, the old man, or Bill...
he is still your father!
whatever color your skin, whatever language you speak,
whatever your sexual orientation or your religion...
you are still human!
the sacredness of life is in the shared experience...
when we extend the hand, it is to all,
without discrimination or reservation!
real change and real dialogue occur when
the ears are grounded in the heart's work....
building bridges!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Failed Love-war
When their steadfast love
Waged war against the world
They never asked their religion
He never asked her
To change her religion
To change her name
At the culmination
Of the love- war against all
The universe
The Gods
He asked her
To wipe out the vermilion dot
On her fore-head
To break her bangles
To suit to his religion!
She stood with him
To wage war against
Her religion
Her beliefs
Her village diktat
Yet for a sublime love
Untained with religion
The caste or beliefs!
He commanded her
To immerse
In his religion, belief
And caste customs
And customs of the clan
The love converted her
To his religion, belief
And clan to keep
The nuptial knot intact!
He lost nothing for the love
But she lost everything for it
It was he who emboldened
Her to accept the Christ,
The prophet and Jahoa
With no discrimination
As the fundamentals took sword!
As the black shadows
Of disbelief crept in
She as defeated warrior
As the failed crusader
Abandoned and hood -winked
Asked him on parting:
Can you not love me
With no identity
But with the identity as women
Whom you found at first sight!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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Tree Sparrows
Than their cousins house sparrows they are far more shy
The moment they see you into bushes or trees they do fly
They do look attractive when seen in the sunlight
Though in colouration from the house sparrows the difference does seem slight.
Tree sparrows are birds one doesn't see every day
From human dwellings from their cousins they live further away
For insects and seeds they search on the ground
And in Winter in flocks their numbers abound.
Like house sparrows chirpers they too cannot sing
But than house sparrows more wary of humans which is a good thing
They seem rather restless when humans are near
One might say of them their's is a healthy fear.
In grassy places near bushes and trees them I often do see
But they fly into cover when they notice me
Their cousins compared to them seem rather tame
Tree sparrows for them is an often used name.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A desire to excel
Imagine there was no country
No borders to protect
No temptation to destroy 'others'
World as a single country
Wonder what to feel proud of!
Imagine there was no religion
No selfish feeling around
No reason to diffuse hate
Humanity as a single religion
Wonder what to die for!
Imagine there was no caste or sect
No superiority or inferiority feelings
No incentive for discrimination
Everyone with a desire to excel
Wonder what can disunite us!
(We extend our deepest condolence to all those who lost their lives in the Mumbai (India) terror attack on 26 November,2008. Our thoughts and prayers go out to all of the victims’ families. Lets stand united and pray together. Lets act towards a peaceful and prosperous world.)
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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The Alpha and the Omega
The Alpha and the Omega, the creator is He.
I bow before HIM, for HIS love I have in me
Don't disrespect any religion, as we are not the judge
it's the Almighty above! then why do we keep a grudge?
He listens to all whatever caste or creed
The doors to heaven will open to those with good deeds
Religion is sacred, embedded in our hearts
We know who the creator, just different is our path
Judaism, Buddhism, Christianity or Islam
All have their destiny written in their palms
So practice whatever religion, or preach if you so
If your concept is not clear, don't know where you'll go......
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Birds
Have you seen the birds
Perched on lamp-posts,
Cars and roof-tops?
May be, they are perched
On your heads too; -)
What do they do? !
You’ve cut off all the trees.
So now, they just have
These inanimate objects
And a lot many dumb heads
To perch and poo; -)
I love them flying in the sky
But I wonder…
When they get tired of flying,
And wish to rest on the
Swaying branches,
They might be wrangling
With each other,
For lack of space
To find the best tree
Or in a couple of years,
Maybe the only tree –
Left to shelter them.
Just as we humans
Squabble with each other
For scraps of land
That are hardly there
To house us
As most of them
Have been taken up
By the skyscrapers
To boost our flagging economy.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Gurusikh
THE GURUSIKH-
BELIEVES IN THE ONENESS OF GOD.
IS VOID OF FEAR.
IS ABOVE ENIMITY.
IS ALWAYS OPTIMISTIC.
RESIGNS HIMSELF TO THE WILL OF GOD.
UPHOLDS SPIRITUALISM.
RISES ABOVE CASTE AND CREED,
IS INVARIABLY HIGH-SPIRITED.
EARNS HIS LIVING HONESTLY.
HAS PASSIONATE DETACHMENT.
IS PROGRESSIVE.
EMBRACES DEATH GRACEFULLY.
IS COMMITTED TO WHAT HE SAYS
SHIES AWAY FROM DISCRIMINATION.
IS KNOWN FOR HOSPITALITY.
CONFORMS TO DASWAND PRATHA.
STANDS FOR 'MIRI' AND'PIRI'.
PRAYS FOR THE WELL-BEING OF ALL
IS SAINTLY.
'SERVICE IS HIS WHOLE WAY OF LIFE'.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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After A Conversation With A Bigot (ed/repost)
'When you cut me, I will surely bleed
blood-red; and just the same, indeed
as every person of every race,
of every creed and hue of face;
and though the rivers of blood may flow
it's not because (we surely know)
of any policy or legislation
or measure against discrimination;
no; for sure, on the contrary
Tiberian foaming, it seems to me
results from the evil of human intent;
ignorance - mental negligence.
Law and policy cannot curb
idiotic voices that wish to be heard;
and sticks and stones may indeed break bones
but remember the impact of words alone.
I have no time for the prejudiced mind,
with vacant heart, unseeing eyes blind;
so if you wish to converse with me
I expect to hear humanity.
Yes, cut me and I will surely bleed.
I hope for the day when all might heed
equality of humans; and, further, that
one need not seek to 'prove' that fact.'
poem by Tara Sloblock
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Quo Vadis?
we coo-ed with koels
we chirped with birds
we buzzed with bees
we bloosomed with buds
we ate ripened fruit fell on earth
we collected flowers that trees discarded
we waited for buds to express themselves
we ate under open sky
we slept under star-lit sky
we took siestas under the trees
we took shelter under giant green canopies
we filled our nostrils with mixture of damp earth, foliage and flowers
we once weathered with seasons
we are now cut off from seasons
we are now in a virtual world
we are now condemned to a limited living
21mar2010
11.08hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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If There Is A God 'Twould Seem To Me
If there is a God 'twould seem to me that God would not have a creed
Or would not favour any religious belief such divisive influences a supreme being would not need
Amongst his or her Earthly followers the real God would rule for everyone
A real God would act as a real God should when all is said and done.
Amongst his flock for even an atheist the real God would find a place
And a real God would not differentiate between Nationality and Race
Those who say the God they believe in is the one true God they do have it all wrong
If there is a God surely that God to everyone does belong.
A real God is for her and him as well as you and me
A real God is for everyone though you do not agree
Only in the God of your religion the true God you do see
Suppose as some are known to say we all look at things differently.
If there is a God it does seem to me that God is of human kind
And every good person he or she the real God lives in their mind
And whether you live as an atheist or to a God you do pray
As long as you are a good person with me that is okay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They’re Digging Their Own Graves
Flowers stopped blooming
Birds stopped nesting
Few leaves left
The tree was shocked
Failed to understand
The reason behind
Wore a dejected look
On the face
Prayed to god
Give me back
My flowers and birds
God replied
The human greed
Does not end
They leave no means
To achieve their ends
Take lives, cut trees
Do not realize
They are digging
Their own graves
Without animals and trees
No man would survive
If humans understand
You shall get
Flowers and birds back
I only provide
How to preserve?
They have to decide
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Caste is Hindus’ root
The high caste beggar is proud of his caste.
The low caste doctor is conscious of his caste.
No amount of education and wealth
Could eradicate the caste consciousness.
20.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Growing for good or for worse
i was born free
without a guile and prejudice in me
growing i realised for the world i am just a name
oh god, i am not free but am my name
what was this growing for, for the good or for the worse in me
being a natural i continued to have an annual growth
and gradually the idea of religion and caste was put forth
now i realise my name comes with a bonus pack of religion and caste
my original god was now god of the past
the question still lingers on
what was growing in me, pride or shame, for better or for worse
growing and graduated and still accumulating knowledge
another fact of life system made me acknowledge
with name religion and caste i have a nationality
there i see all the attemps of acquiring freedom tending towards futility
what was growing in me, love or hate for better or for worse
i am afraid what i may further grow into
so i invoke the god of my caste and my past and thus pray
please don't let me grow any furhter for i was better an ignorant child than a knowldgeble man
for if YOU exist in any form and are the divinity, if YOU really want to bring some sanity
please, please, please my lord take everything away from this world except humanity
Together we live
Together we live
United to believe
Blood is red
It should never be shed
When it flows
Wind also blows
If donated
Bond is created
If move is charitable
All cards are on table
Graph is going high
As the free birds go up in the sky
If turned into bloodshed
Mother earth becomes red
Humanity turns really dead
What is left behind then to read?
Do we want to provide?
Whole of mankind an excuse to divide
Yet another blow to harmonious move
What may we try and prove?
We have no means?
To remove prejudicial scene
But certainly have an alternative
Tell people not to be selective
We will agree on one principle
Keep religion and faith out of trouble
No color, cast or creed to hijack the bus
Induction of full faith may be real force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Set them free..They will multiply..
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.
collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.
I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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