Our Bones Are Of Iron Made
(Written when my country had a threat)
My heart does beat,
Pulse does pulsate,
For Pak-lands,
Oh! Enemies,
Beware!
Our bones are of iron made,
And bombs are the bodies.
Whether you challenge
On the snow clad lofty peaks,
Or in the frosty valleys,
Or on planes of the Punjab,
Or onto the adjoining waters
Of the boundaries,
Or in the thick forests,
Or upon the hot sand,
We are a nation that cares least
Of life, of wealth or property,
Or of fatal consequences
When our honour is at the stake;
We pluck out the eyes
When they look with dingy intentions,
Break the jaws that ajar
To devour us.
We promote not turmoil in the world,
We believe in respect of others
And be respected,
We are a nation that writes
History not in ink or on the sheet of paper,
But in blood on the sacred soil and sand.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Peace Everywhere
Peace, everywhere, peace today!
Peace in lands of scruffy trees and pine,
Peace in lands of olives and wine,
Peace in lands where peaks are white,
Peace in lands where fields are bright.
Peace in lands of oasis and sand,
Peace in lands where people band,
Peace in lands where children play,
Peace in lands where people pray,
Peace in lands in the thick of the fight,
Peace in lands ruled by force and might.
Everywhere, everywhere, peace this day!
Pray that all world leaders lead the way,
Encouraging moral people to stand proud and tall,
No government too great, no nation too small.
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Written In Sand
Your eyes are the color of the sea
You look my way and the waves
Wash over me
Your body shivers with the
Fading light
You say, baby, lets just make
It last tonight.
And when the morning comes
You take me by the hand
And say our love is written in sand
Written in sand
We hear the ocean roar
Were swept away on to some
Distant shore
You whisper secrets of the heart
They keep us close when the
World keeps us apart
Until tomorrow comes
Time is on our hands
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Written in sand
Solo
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When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
song performed by by Santana
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Epidemics and Tsunamis
I don’t mind if some one calls me nationalist arrogant
When I find my nation has become sand witch between giants
She ahs been labeled as puppet regime and powerless
With what feelings of arrogance I should show on face?
I feel irritation and tease at hart when I am condemned
As individual nationalist of shamed country and damned
I love to be called proudly by nation first and then nationality
A nation to be remembered and proudly with capability
I would wish same for all the nations of the world
Not known by what powerful alliance they hold
Not humiliated by link to pay for as heavy price
Only strong nationalism must be the right choice
Let another millions die if they want division of motherland
Let good sense not prevail for protection of holy land
Yet it may not dilute my spirit towards nation
As it is identity and bound by sacred relation
How can one think of tying cord around people’s neck?
In our own country where poor die for food stake
We can afford food stuff to rot on road side
Still it can’t reach to hungry mouth country wide
We have enemies within and need go after terrorists
If not today they will be killed surely in forests
Who will kill these big sharks that attack freely?
Drive a wedge and kill one by one truly
Can any one put ceiling on their greed?
Still millions can be easily afforded to feed
I may find happy faces in the remote places
How can we make them feel better on the faces?
My house is still not in order
It gives bad smell and odor
My garden has different roses and flowers
Rain God is also blessing us with enough showers
Despite all, it makes me feel proud
I can speak in favor and very loud
House can be cleaned of external enemies
But how to tackle internal epidemics and Tsunamis
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Written In Red!
Pages of history of man kind
Are written red,
Those who thought their blood,
As blue as sky or as blue as deep ocean,
Wrote the pages in Red and every page is full of bloodshed!
Hungry people weep for even glass of water,
And even for that they had blood to shed,
Innocent plants or innocent grass die,
When two elephants fight for supremacy!
They never care how many innocent may die!
Great heroes are made on the number of men they despatch to hell,
Saying patriots have heaven in their fight!
They are heroes like matadors at the cost of blood of an innocent bull!
Otherwise they are as you and me except that cruelty,
Men the made several men to shed blood, in the name of woman,
May it be sita, may it be Padmini
Or may be Helen of Troy,
All men were treated like toys
By a that a few mad boys,
To have their woman back,
Or defend their action,
All religions have their history written in red,
May it be books that are from God,
Stained with red, God signed it with blood,
Put the rubber stamp of quality with bone and flesh,
Every nation is having its own fountain of blood shed!
power hungry need only to shed crocodile tears,
Or just present awards and reward,
Those who safeguard
and died to save them!
May it be Ashoka, may it be Idi Ameen
or may be Churchil, or may be Gandhi,
Or may Lincoln or Changez Khan
Only they were famous due blood shed!
May it be history of continent or that sub continent
Only a story written in blood, On human skin and with bones as pens!
May it be any ' -ism ' or may
Politics in spain or Britain,
Equally dangerous are these..
Power or woman,
Ambition or nation,
Whether terrorist or counter terrorist venture
Police or politician,
Every history of massive wealth,
Or a piece of land
Religion or culture, blood is That red ink with pages of history is written only in red!
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My Heart
as my heart is not made of wood
please do not hammer it with your nails
not of iron
please do not test it with the hottest fire
not of sand
please do not take it carelessly with your open fingers
not of paper
please do not cut it with your scissors or crumple it with your hands
because my heart like yours
is made of flesh and blood
handle it with care, do not stab it because it will bleed,
caress it with your hands and place it near your heart
it becomes a bird and it will beat and fly and sing
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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”.
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Every ethnic group, that’s how we came to be.
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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
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O! The Sacred Land
O! The Sacred Land,
May ever fall, flow melodious cascades,
Flourish your deep valleys, green glades,
And may time erase the streak of divisions,
Of caste, of creed, of sects and grades.
O! The Sacred Land,
May upon your face flowers ever bloom,
Till the world goes on, till the day of doom,
And may He secure, protect your treasures,
Cast away winds of pain, clouds of gloom.
O! The Sacred Land,
May sweet sun ever shine upon your land,
The rains ever pour upon your thirsty sand,
May your children live the life full of bliss,
While going ahead supporting hand in hand.
O! The Sacred Land,
May you ever progress by leaps and bounds,
And ever vibrate with the melodious sounds,
Your valleys, your plains and forests green,
Your lofty mountains, your hills and mounds.
O! The Sacred Land,
May God thrive your village, city and town,
And He wrap them all with heavenly gown,
Of love and faith, of peace and patience,
And rule the world wearing the golden crown.
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Treason
Spare not the culprit
When the act is antinational
When the act is treason.
The soil of ones country
The safety and security
Of the Mother motherland
And mothertongue
Is in highest order
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In danger and
In danger spare not anybody.
The nation is sacred
And more than individual life.
Life of a person is
Not permanent
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Spare not the culprit
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Colourful flowers of all seasons are gone;
Only white snow covers all in winter!
Winter snow thick or thin is white sheet
That covers all colourful things long!
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To clear route for all vehicles to go smooth;
All covered with fur cloth move in the street;
This white snow is like a white sheet of paper;
All the movements on it are the dots of scribble!
Writers are hungry of white paper to write on;
Poets are fond of writing poems on white sheet;
And the matters on white paper are men on snow;
But nobody likes winter as all are for colourful life!
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A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
World's most populous country India,
Will be the cynosure of all eyes soon!
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Whose banks have towns of learning for ages!
With freedom got, just sixty-five years back,
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More than a billion people live here-in;
The Indian brains are second to no one;
Our scientists man key centers here/abroad,
With contributions globally, worthwhile.
Our freedom-fighters have been role-models;
Our defence forces rank at par with world's;
Food-crops grown here are sent to foreign lands;
Our students train abroad to turn experts.
Our country has made rapid strides in fields
Akin our counterparts abroad, always;
Our youngsters have the verve and zeal for feats
Like any other well-developed nation.
If communist, a nation can progress,
Why shouldn't a democratic India?
Our strong-willed people can bring progress fast;
Let's learn and train from wisdom of the past!
Bring on the resurgence, O Indians!
We have the skills and talents aplenty;
We can surpass most nations in health, wealth;
We need to trust ourselves with new resolve!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
The dreams of Indian youth will turn real;
With faith, we can move mountains into seas!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-12
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War Song
In the morning when you wake up
You've got planes flying in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
All the lies in your eyes
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
They shot George Wallace down
He'll never walk around
Our mines are sleeping in the sea
Blow those bridges down
And burn that jungle down
And kill those Vietnamese
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
In the morning when you wake up
You've got planes flying in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
All the lies in your eyes
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
song performed by by Neil Young
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Heart Attack
The heart of our nation's had an attack.
Its beat has slowed right down.
No cardiac surgeon could ever fix
the problem that's brought it around
It' s been brewing for years like arrhythmia
with its on and off woes
that come and go with our nation throbbing
forgetting the promise of those
who told us we were the shining stars,
the land of the free and the brave.
While all along the heart of its people
becomes harder and harder to save.
The woes of this nation start from the top
where the money like blood circulates.
While the heart of our nation slowly bleeds
as the oil of the rich coagulates.
The middle class works the jobs that are left
and the poor are left in the cold.
The peacemakers of song and words they tell
are forgotten and lies are sold.
We are the surgeons who must fix the problem
or the heart of our nation will die,
never again to beat or breathe free.
Together we all must try.
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Written in Black Ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her story
Her experiences
Her life
Written in
Black ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her sorrows
People she lost
People who are gone
Written in
Black ink
She writes for
Days and
Days
Until
At last
Her masterpiece
Is finished
Her eyes Begin to
Close and
Oblivion Takes hold
And when she
Awakens
Her story will be written
Written in black ink
poem by Autumn Winds
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Storms Of Life
The storms of life
run rampant through
our lives
weaving their way
across the planes
flooding the valleys
leaving remnants of
yesterday
rushing toward the
shore line
disturbing sand
castles
built there long
ago
leaving behind mounds
of sand
on they go, winding
their way
to theis destination.
poem by Heather Burns
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Jingoism
Be not jingoistic
and say 'No' to the calls
of to religion and race.
Be patriotic to your nation
to stand by the poor
and book the criminals.
Love your nation
for its war against
illiteracy and poverty.
Love your nation
for its unceasing efforts
to extract work from the youths.
Love your nation
for not encroaching
and enslaving the neighbours.
Love your nation
for her indigenuous efforts
to reach the peak in health-care.
Love your nation
for being secular
and respect all cults and tongues.
Love your nation
for being a model
to other nations in this world.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Old Man In The Canyon
I sought for Him on the whole roundity of the world,
On the stretched sand of the deserts, dusting the eyes,
Along the banks of the flowing hissing curvy rivers,
In the populated metropolitan cities, towns and villages,
On the green pastures, lush valleys and deep forests,
In the heaven kissing mountains of Himalayan ranges,
In the moonlit golden nights, in the silvery bright days,
Under the folds of darkness, in the feathers of light,
And enquired after Him from the tired weary mariners,
Who made lengthy voyages ransacking the seven seas;
But no footprint of Him was traced and depressed I sat.
Ah! One day wanderlust took me amid the Northern hills,
At the webbed opening of a subterranean dark cave,
And curiosity led me in and what I did see there, hark!
There in the murky, gloomy, dismal canyon I found,
A faintly breathing exhausted strengthless old man,
With overgrown, dishevelled and withering grey hair,
He had deep eyes covered with thick rough brows,
Profound wrinkles like furrows creased on his visage,
He wore tattered trousers, rend sleeveless dingy shirt,
On filthy dark skin of the body, his liquorice like bones,
Seemed to be wrapped with thickblack sheet of polythene,
His feet had slits, slots like dry parched surface of the land.
I jerked him and He sat with the tiresome movement,
As someone rises breaching ajar the stones of grave,
Looked staring at me as He recalled the memory back,
He brought a false, fake smile on the parched lips,
And to my question He responded, made me reply,
“The world is too cold to go out, I feel warm here,
I eat leaves, grass and lick dust when belly torments me,
Often take rain water or drink from the stagnant pools,
For half a century I have neither taken a bath,
Nor washed the face, my plight is worse than a beggar,
I am disappointed, depressed, pray to God for my death.”
He recounted his tale while the shining tears rolled down,
From both the corners of his eyes, and he began to sob.
I remained stunned, remembered that once He had been,
“Mr. Justice”; but now his breathing strengthless carcass.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Promise Land
Boundaries are exploding.
Lines once drawn disappear
in a hail of wind.
The sand is alive and talking
telling a tale of triumphant woe.
There is, or was, a wall
where I once pressed my forehead
against an unforgiving book written
in the script of heaven's rage.
Now in a temple, in a city, on the hill
a new history is foreseen and written by martyrs.
There are new psalms to sing and
mountains to climb, seas to part,
valleys to walk through
where shadows fall away
and the land is full of promise.
poem by Ronald Shields
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Real Losers
one is the soul of the country one is the wealth
both seem not to know how best to give to the country
one says one is the real son of the country
the other says he is equally a son of the country
for he helps build up the country, feed the nation
and develop it blood and sweat
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one insists he is the real master
the other says he wishes to have similar status
both go on and on until they forget there is
a country to be fed, to be built, and both
end up in the drain, soul and wealth
so much to fight over in a country
without much of a country to gain in the end
my pity, my pity
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