He Walked To The Gallows Firmly(A Tribute To Khudiram Bose-The First Martyr Of Armed Freedom Movement)
He walked to the gallows,
Firmly and cheerfully and
Even smiled when the cap,
Was drawn over his head!
Though failed mission,
He was the first torch-bearer,
Of Fiery-age of Indian-freedom-movement.
At that age of eighteen,
When boys beguile time in
Day-dreaming, thinking of career,
He took pistol in his hand,
To liberate mother-land from,
The tyrants' clutch!
But, mistakenly, he and,
Prafulla Chaki, ended two,
Innocent lives! .......
Chaki took his own life,
And Khudiram, as a chained lion,
Did not bow his head.
He was sentenced to,
Death, and hanged on,
Eleventh August,1908.
The First martyr among,
The revolutionaries he,
Became and gave birth to,
Hundreds of Khudirams,
In the then Bangladesh!
History wrote his and,
Prafulla Chaki's name,
In golden letters.......
None could wipe it out!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Tommy's Dead
YOU may give over plough, boys,
You may take the gear to the stead,
All the sweat o' your brow, boys,
Will never get beer and bread.
The seed's waste, I know, boys,
There's not a blade will grow, boys,
'Tis cropped out, I trow, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Send the colt to fair, boys,
He's going blind, as I said,
My old eyes can't bear, boys,
To see him in the shed;
The cow's dry and spare, boys,
She's neither here nor there, boys,
I doubt she's badly bread;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys,
There'll be no more corn, boys,
Neither white nor red;
There's no sign of grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The land's not what it was, boys,
And the beasts must be fed:
You may turn Peg away, boys,
You may pay off old Ned,
We've had a dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Move my chair on the floor, boys,
Let me turn my head:
She's standing there in the door, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Take her away from me, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head,
Take her away from me, boys,
As she lay on here death-bed,
The bones of her thin face, boys,
As she lay on her death-bed!
I don't know how it be, boys,
When all's done and said,
But I see her looking at me, boys,
Whenever I turn my head;
Out of the big oak tree, boys,
Out of the garden-bed,
And the lily as pale as she, boys,
And the rose that used to be red.
There's something not right, boys,
But I think it's not in my head,
I've kept my precious sight, boys, --
The Lord be hallowéd!
Outside and in
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wizen and thin,
The sky is shrivelled and shred,
The hedges down by the loan
I can count them bone by bone,
The leaves are open and spread,
But I see the teeth of the land,
And hands like a dead man's hand,
And the eyes of a dead man's head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have fed,
And the summer's empty and cold;
Over valley and wold
Wherever I turn my head
There's a mildew and a mould,
The sun's going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommy's dead.
What am I staying for, boys,
You're all born and bred,
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and I were wed,
And she'd gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she'd never see't, boys,
And she stole off to bed;
I've been siting up alone, boys,
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time I was gone boys,
For Tommy's dead.
Put the shutters up, boys,
Bring out the beer and bread,
Make haste and sup, boys,
For my eyes are heavy as lead:
There's something wrong i' the cup, boys,
There's something ill wi' the bread,
I don't care to sup, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not right, I doubt, boys,
I've such a sleepy head,
I shall nevermore be stout, boys,
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
The stairs are too steep, boys,
You may carry me to the head,
The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed,
'Tis time to go to sleep, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not used to a kiss, boys,
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
You may lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head:
'Tis a poor world, this, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Caged
His dream was disturbed on this trembling ground
because he was chained and left alone to stare around
He screamed for help, freedom, but every word floated in vain
He tasted the pain of the never ending rain
He wanted to discover the beauty of the earth
He never thought of being chained after his birth
He cherished his moment when he was a little pup
But now, he could feel himself being caged up
He tried and tried to cross the front door
But he is chained, so it pains him more and more
He looked above and stared the sky
He wanted freedom, he yelled and cry
He wanted to smell the fragrance of rose
and beauty of sunlight
But he found no one to fight for his Living right
Each night he was left chained in the cold.
This way, all of his life was sold.
He still begged for freedom in his deep voice
But, he knew that being chained is his only choice
He had loads of secret feelings inside
but everything seemed buried just like his freedom pride
he deserves to have his cries heard.
shouldn't someone lend his hand and word?
He also has a beating heart and a faithful soul
But he was being slaved in his masters control
One day he fell ill with no intentions to stay
And his masters lied the world saying he ran away
but the truth was he was buried half alive
That's how he ended his painful life~
No one was there to share his grief
His life ended just like an autumn leaf
His life ended just like an autumn leaf
' His emotions was being played for a huge span of time
his pain and his suffering was being considered fine
Don't you think it is the worst of crime? ? '
the animals those moo, oink or woof,
Should never be caged beneath a roof.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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How Do You Sleep
I place my head between my hands
As once again I softly weep
I think to myself, as there is no one else,
Please tell me; How do you sleep.
Do you not think of the things you have done
Or the lies and untruths that you have said
It pains my mind, probably till the end of time
Until the time that we both are dead.
You tell your lies as they are the truth
So you can cover up your ways and sin
Do you believe your lies, as the truth you deny
Thinking your innocent in front of God and men
As I sit alone in my chair
Thinking of the secrets you did keep
With your picture in hand, I cant understand
Then I say to you; how do you sleep.
I trusted you with all that I know
And I gave you all that I had to give
You were my life, and you were my wife
And i’d give you my soul for you to live.
But then your past it caught up with you
A time that I knew nothing about
When you were wild, like a crazy child
Who got there way, as it ended out.
As I walk through out the house
As for answers I still try to seek
I walked through our home, now I am alone,
Please tell me; how do you sleep.
As I look back at the things you have done
Remembering the vows that you had broke
And In my brain, now there is only pain
With all the lies you've done and spoke.
I find my bible and it I begin to read
Someday the devil will have your soul to reap
Until that time, your words are a crime,
And please tell me; how do you sleep.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Collision
Collision, my mission,
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Screeching head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
All the days plans
All the shaken hands
Beepers and suntans
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on, head on
(sample of people talking)
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on,
Head on,
Head on
song performed by by Faith No More
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Outta Your Head
All the way back in history
how the girl thinks is a mystery
spent our lives cruising the bars
venus girls and the men from mars
So in all this time did you ever think do the girls sees red
when a man sees pink
and your best lovin is in the past and cause somewhere slow is nowhere fast
Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head...
your out of your head
so out of your head
bricka bracka firecracker sis boom bah
here comes trouble in a push up bra
his style is sharp as a coffin tack
but out of your box and your way off track
your a mile away on a mental binge
your catasphrophe is of a lunatic fringe
your still put together its tit for tat
you say its all good but its more than that
Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head.........
No out of your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head
So in all this time did you ever think think think think
Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head.........
No out of your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head
song performed by by Abba
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The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)
Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!
She's never at a loss!
Down with the eagle
And up with the cross!
We'll rally 'round the bonny flag,
We'll rally once again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our gallant boys have marched
To the rolling of the drums,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
And the leaders in charge cry out,
'Come, boys, come!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
They have laid down their lives
On the bloody battle field,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Their motto is resistance -
'To tyrants we'll not yield!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
While our boys have responded
And to the fields have gone,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our noble women also
Have aided them at home,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Peace march to square
Does the silent peace march take us to square?
Do we know how to gain freedom and it lies where?
Is it in the buildings or in the palace where king lives?
Or is it the symbolic resistance or signal to which they believe?
How far the bullets may travel and pierce through?
Do they believe it right thing to do or very true?
I feel it is damaging complete confidence built so far
Indiscriminate firing can disperse the mob but can’t win the war
There is stretchable limit for any substance
It can be pulled to certain extent at once
Beyond it will result in breakage or disaster
The whole foundation can be raged to ground faster
The people’s aspirations can wait even longer
They know the reality and are no strangers
The freedom and land mother land is holier than heaven
They are prepared to lead difficult life for it even
The freedom does not come in hand over night
So much blood is shed in determined fight
No one can argue in favor or against with its course
It hardly matters if it thrust upon by peace or force
When time has come to rejoice its fruit
No one can take it away by any kind of loot
The national wealth is public property
It is powerful asset to remove the poverty
The merchant of death may not leave the path easily
They will not show any kind of willingness readily
There are silent ways to force on the perpetuators
The public rage and outburst can be seen as indicator
How many more may be lynched to death for uncertain future?
Who will promise them freedom in land and secure?
Why people are forced to resort to non violent means?
Is it seen as victory on evils by good as clear win?
People may have final say when tyrants have gone
Meanwhile enough damage might have been done
Young and old alike might have lost their precious lives
This can be termed as cowardice act in which they firmly believe
One bloodier encounter may result in heavy blood bath
No one may come forward to force them leave such path
No external but internal pressure can force them to flee
So the innocent country men can feel secure and free
It is commendable approach to adhere to non violence
The eyes of whole world is upon them and attracted hence
Whatever be outcome, there will be respite after turmoil is over
World must live up to expectation and prove humanitarian cover
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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People mistakenly assume that their thinking is done by their head; it is actually done by the heart which first dictates the conclusion, then commands the head to provide the reasoning that will defend it.
quote by Anthony de Mello
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Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
But only one mother to dry your eyes,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
But only one mother to have forever
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
But only one mother to help you try
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
But only one mother to treat us like treasure
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
But only one mother to help us move on
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only one mother the world wide over
Hundreds of people to tell apart
But only one mother to give us her heart
poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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Sacrifices
Autumn leaves have fallen
across long forgotten battlefields
where deep below the ground
the dead lie asleep.
Their lives torn apart
by some wicked war.
There they have immortality
for they will age no more.
Their sleep is restless
for from their deaths,
no lessons were learnt
and men and boys keep killing
in constant wicked wars.
On the eleventh hour,
of the eleventh day,
of the eleventh month
we stand in silence
to honour their memory
for the sacrifices they made,
but we have never learnt the lessons
This poem is dedicated to the memory of the men, women and children from all countries that have lost their lives in wars that have plagued our world. May their souls rest in eternal peace.
for which their lives they gave
as the killing still goes on and on.
poem by David Harris
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Ocean of Bravery Vavroovahana Patra
Netaji was born on 23rd January;
The day was august auspicious flowery.
Odia Bazar Kataka sings his glory day and night;
For crores of people fought against Britishres for freedom and delight.
Educated from Revenshaw Collegiate school, as a lion fought against
Britishers;
Gave up Indian civil service Desire.
“Give me blood, I would give you freedom” was his call and desire.
Built ‘Azad Hind Fauza ‘to fight against Britishers;
History sings his glory for bravery;
He is Odisha’s lion, its glory.
Janauinath Bhavana of Kataka reminds his memory;
With his dedication the nation is flowery.
President Hitler of germany embraced Subhasha with delight;
People of India enchanted with gaiety.
With the soldiers of “Azad Hind Fauza” threatened Britishers;
Britishers left India freeing India in the hands of fighters.
Subhasha Bose’s name dazzles in the pages of history;
Netaji inspires boys and girls to fight for honesty.
He is a Valiant warrior;
Being highly educated threatened the Britishers.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Great Three
At one time when the country was ruled by creul british
there came the Tremendous three
who were on mission to make our country free
they distributed templates
to stop their mission
the british called simon commission
they knew it was test of the best
against simon they made protest
but it proved them costly
as their leader was beaten by sticks
furious by their behaviour
it was time to teach british lesson
The officer guilty deserved the punishment
it was justice
After some days
once again the british at its creulity
for their pleasure
they were going with train of treasure
the Revolutionaries decide to do justice
they steal the train
The british pass bill
which made sure that the farmers will not get justice
it was test of best
as they protest
in the Assembly they throw bomb
the british catch the tremendous three
the punishment they get is hanged till death
but fear is stranger to them
as they happily hang themselves
and they still say
long live the revolution
vande mataram
I proud to be indian
poem by Rohan Bendre
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Love Is The Healer (Album Version)
So many times in my life
I've been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night i sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream that's
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, i gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night i was afraid
And i tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain you're feeling
Something in my head
That you're dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
It'll do for you
song performed by by Donna Summer
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I Hung My Head
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me "why had I run"
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
"explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find"
I said "i felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead"
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
song performed by by Sting
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Hung My Head
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me why had I run
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find
I said I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
song performed by by Sting
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A painful passage
I wept and wept, endlessly wept,
Like of which I have never wept
Save at the time of my mother’s death,
While some sequences I read
Off the book ‘The Blind Assassin’
Of Ms Margaret Atwild, wherein
A little girl, by name, Griffen
Watches speechless the gaze of the mother,
Who is in sick bed, the little sister
Being away at play, quite unaware,
And the mother in her feeble voice
Beseeching her to take care of her sister,
To which she assuredly nods and weeps
At the impending end of her mother,
Without thinking who is there to take
Her own care or that what is in store.
I wept and wept, endlessly wept
As the two little sisters resembled
My two granddaughters, me their mother,
As though their mother is in death bed,
With fear of death looming over my head.
I wept and wept, recurrently wept
When I read, wrote and rewrote
The above passage many a time.
27.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My unconditional love
There is no one greater than my father in my eyes
He calls me in the morning
Just to tell me that he was dreaming about me
And woke to pray for me
There is no one caring like my father in my life
He calls me during the day
Just to tell me that he is doing nothing
But thinking of me
There is no mother comparable to my father
The man took care of me from birth
Raised me with no woman by his side
Told me about the menstrual stage
And even knows the type of tampons I use
There is no woman comparable to my father
He cooks for me every meal
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
He cleans the house
Whilst I write poems about how great he is
He is my star and my bling-bling
He is my divine caramel ornament
And the on who sometimes does my laundry
There is no rock like my father
He told me I was going to get hurt in life
But never even once failed to support my decisions
He comforts me when I cry
He never withdraws information from me even about sex
There is no stone like my father
He protects and gives me elements of life
Wakes up at twelve midnight to rub my chest
When flu and fever befriend me
He wakes up at three in the morning
Just to put his hand on my head
And pray for me
He is my father and my only hope
My father is my mother, the one I cry to at all time
He never gets tired or deaf because of my screams
I could never find any strong human love like his
So the man is my father it shows
poem by Mitta Xinindlu
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The Torch of Freedom
we light the torch of freedom
when we put a name
to every face
a hand in every hand,
a cup and a bowl
before every hungry soul
we light the torch of freedom
when we restore dignity
in our every action
when we take responsibility
for every thought,
every word,
every deed.
we light the torch of freedom
when we give more than
we can afford to.
give unconditionally,
give without remorse!
we light the torch of freedom
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Is The Healer
So many times in my life
Ive been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night I sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream thats
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, I gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night I was afraid
And I tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain youre feeling
Something in my head
That youre dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
Itll do for you
song performed by by Donna Summer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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