Gandhi’s decedents
M.K. Gandhi, Father of Nation
Is hailed in India and abroad alike.
His great grandchildren live in oblivion.
Are we grateful to him it true sense? .
28.09.2010
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Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the Act depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest.
Mahatma Gandhi in Gandhi, An Autobiography
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Fame is not survive long
Nathuram Godse shot dead
The father of nation, M.K.Gandhi.
He had been condemned over decades.
Tired of condemnation, the reverse
Started taking place. The might of time.
Stalin of Russia is a perfect example.
The hailed are thrown and the thrown,
recovered.
04.02.2003
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Sonnet: 58th Indian Independence-Day
’Tis fifty-eight years since India turned afree!
Our homage to all freedom-fighters great;
The blood of martyrs won freedom ably;
‘Satyagraha’, ‘Ahimsa’ set the date.
The Nation’s Father, Gandhiji was brave;
He etched a place that none can ev’r surpass;
The peace-tilak, tricolor flag, he gave;
We tend to forget how he fought, alas!
India’s democracy’s exemplary;
We want the world to live in amity;
‘Peaceful Co-existence’ message, we carry;
We will preserve India’s integrity.
poem by John Celes
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A Peom For K. (The Banker With All The Conflicting Interests)
i shall now write
a poem for my happiest day,
it is all about an old, scheming and fraudulent
woman
stacking all her money and the money of the other
people
inside her room
inside her house and inside
her bigger storehouses
she says
these are all for her children
and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren & great great grandchildren
what is mad about this is
that she is taking the money due
to other people who are hungry and innocent
and gullible
but she is a very
wise woman and she gets what she wants
she gets what she all wants
practically everything that her hands can
hold her eyes can see
perhaps
forgetting that soon she will be
made to pay for the price of her greed
and avarice and dirty schemes and
foul techniques and it will be for all
her children and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren all the coming children of more
great grandchildren &
great great grandchildren
...and then justice shall reign
but when it comes
i shall not see this event anymore
but i will be happy
>>>ii
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Lokpal Bill Debate
The nation’s people wish him ‘all the best
May God grant Anna Hazare good rest
Lokpal debate will end victoriously
The resolution will come out grandly
Thanks to efforts by Anna in this way
Corruption henceforth will be held at bay
India cannot afford to lose its wealth
More than a billion need good food and health
All hope day twelve will end Anna’s fast fast
Indians’ sufferings will be a thing of past
The Lok Sabha will deliver its goods
Let people come out safely from the woods
All honest people thank Anna for his
Great fight glorious, exemplary, with bliss
He gave his heart and soul to fight this crime
He did so well but did not have much time
The act of valour will be etched in gold
In time’s history, related and retold
Like Gandhi, Anna has done great a thing
Anna is the Anti corruption King
India can progress faster here after
The common man can live with smiles, laughter
The love of lucre will abate a lot
Because of second Freedom, Anna got
Kudos to Anna Hazare, the Great
Who changed common man’s miserable fate!
May Anna Hazare live long with health
He is the Indian nation’s priceless wealth
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Prabhupada - Abhay Charan's College Days
While Abhay was in the college
His father performed his marriage.
But the couple lived not together,
Until his studies were o’er.
Radharani Datta was his spouse,
Who lived in her parent’s house.
As Abhay’s father was so keen
On his son finishing graduation.
Hardly his fourth year was o’er,
There arose a national uproar,
And a “quit India” movement
Against the British government.
Subhas Chandra Bose, his senior,
Who became a national leader,
Urged the students to come out,
And extend their active support.
Always non-political Abhay was,
This time, he liked this cause
For freeing this Dharmic country,
From the shackles of slavery.
Mahatma Gandhi, another leader,
Promptly influenced him further
With a slogan of “Non-co-operation, ”
That, in turn, shook the entire nation.
Krishna’s Bhagavad Gita Book,
Gandhi, with him, always took,
And read some portions therein,
While addressing the nation.
As Abhay loved Gita always,
He felt it one of Gandhi’s ways
To attain the country’s freedom,
Fighting from a spiritual platform.
In 1920, he gave up his studies,
After passing fourth year exams,
And refused to accept his diploma,
As a protest, to liberate India.
The killing of people unarmed,
At Jallianwalla Bagh, in hundreds,
While attending a peaceful meeting,
Triggered a massive national uprising.
This action of British government
Resulted in a total resentment
Among all the Indian people
Against their demonic rule.
Abhay’s father was concerned,
Of his future, and remained worried,
But didn’t go against his son’s free will
And kill his spirit to join a national call.
He got his son fixed up in a job
In his doctor friend’s ‘Bose lab, ’
Where Abhay joined as a Manager
Just to please his worried father.
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The Gandhihood....
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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a new Gandhihood
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
poem by Thampi KEE
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Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the act depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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India
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
India, India
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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A Newer India!
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!
The land has sacred soil and heritage,
Where dwelt kings, emperors, seers and sages;
Where flows the many sacred rivers too,
Whose banks have towns of learning for ages!
With freedom got, just sixty-five years back,
The nation grew in leaps and bounds so well;
The future of Indians is pretty good,
If only perseverance continues.
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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Indian Democracy Can Be Truly Great!
If Indians can be patriotic more,
Democracy will thrive in our country;
If love for Motherland is truly great,
More Indians will get awards o'gallantry.
If leaders elected are more honest,
Elections will be held infrequently;
If people nurture civic sense and toil,
The nation will progress tremendously,
If love of fellowmen afills our hearts,
Poverty, illiteracy can't exist;
If duty to the nation remains first,
India can make a meteoric rise.
If women's, children's freedom is ensured,
The nation can forge ahead in great leaps;
If elderly are taken care of well,
God's blessings will be soon upon this land!
If people care for health and avoid vice,
Crime-rates will fall upon this sacred soil;
If love of peace and co-existence stays,
Exemplary will India become soon.
Jai Hind!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-2012
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India Independence Day
India is a nation
Pride and bright
Its not people or misdeed
India is extraterrestrial music
Music of India is for globe wide
From far and wide corner of the world
India is a reality of significance of life.
I am proud to be Indian
Serve my country to strengthen
Ties with globe far and wide
To the height of sky blue
I Love my India
Motherland of beauty -India
Visit once life time
Feel the love of Indians
Charming guys and pretty ladies
Scrolling down the valley
Life of freedom to it imagination
Imagination of love and joy
Experience of India is unforgettable
Minute round words of magical glow
I love your India chanting by you
Oh...Yes … I love my India - Jai Hind
copyright: 15th August 2010
Written by Ezna Stephna
Fiji
To mark - 15th August Independence Day
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An Ode To A Saint Of Peace
An Ode to a Saint of Non-Violence – Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
He came from a non-descript Indian place
A village which would not have a place
In Her Majesty’s palace’ grace
What could this man for India raise?
When the Indian nation reeled
Under a foreign yoke
This frail man with iron will
Preached a master stroke
He visualized violence was no funnel
To get to the end of the tunnel
That the spring of freedom would gurgle
For the Indian freedom struggle
It is not arms and blood
Or revenge, violence or death
That will get India freedom
From the British kingdom
They can take away our right
They can make their sticks bite
They can take us to gaol
But they cannot take away our soul!
Protests with no violence
Will shake their conscience
It is the only way
For the British to loose its sway
Despite British scorn
And ire of critics
He made every Indian “re-born”
And friends of skeptics
Respect for all and love for mankind
He preached & practiced
He made every Indian aware
And the British beware
When the British enacted suppressive laws
This soul bonded us with his non-violent straw
His simplicity and truthfulness held all in awe
He gave us belief, pride and strength not to thaw
In 1930 Gandhi gave a key freedom call
Civil disobedience was the mantra for all
Salt Tax was the symbol of oppression
That every Indian was to defy and make it fall
Men & women all were one
With Gandhi, they feared none
When Gandhi gave his peaceful protest call
They all rallied behind it like a wall
In Gandhi’s belief the nation rallied
Made the British rulers harried
The struggle for the British to leave continued
The voice of India was not to be subdued
The Salt law was broken
It was a challenge in token
The average Indian now believed
That the British could be shaken
The British police rained bullets and blows
Gandhi remained defiant with his followers in tow
Line replaced line as protestors were brought down
Under the bullets and blows of the Crown
A trickle became a torrent
The British blows served no deterrent
Pan India the rallies and crowds swelled
The peaceful voice of freedom could not be quelled
British goods were boycotted
In public rallies, they were burnt
Swadeshi! Swadeshi! rent the air
While the British sirens blared
Civil dis-obedience and satyagraha – grounded
The British were perplexed and confounded
The entire nation rallied to his non-violent call
The world took notice of it all
Came World War II
The Allies were stretched
While the war was won
British revenue coffers were wrecked
The Indian “Golden Hen”
Became a revenue drain
While Gandhi did not give in
His non-violent freedom refrain
Quit India! Quit India!
Unrelenting was Gandhi’s call
While the clamor gathered
The British “will” shattered
The Britsh knew not - how to handle it all
A frail looking man, had challenged them all
Years of supremacy of the British domain
Had cracked up under this non-violent virus strain.
The British empire gave in
To Gandhi’s non-violence spin
India was to become free
Without any violence or fee.
It is to this frail looking man
That the world gives credit
The strong belief in non-violence
He continues to inspire without any edit
To Indian, he is Bapu – The Father of the Nation
To the world he is an apostle of non-violence
And while the world looks on in silence
On still continuing theatres of violence
I pray that conflicting parties learn
No peace comes from the power of the gun
In how Bapu got us freedom – they should learn
Violence - they should shun
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Gandhi Jayanthi,2010
A son of soil, an Indian,
Had made resolve, Himalayan,
To free his country, Motherland,
And fellowmen, from British hand.
He chose a non-violent path;
Yet, there was some kind of blood-bath;
But in the end, he won the game,
And achieved immense name and fame.
He was called ‘Father of India’;
His name was Karamchand Gandhi;
His sacrifice was simply great;
An assassin then shot him straight!
He got the freedom for his land;
He toiled and had no magic wand;
He wanted all to stay as friends;
His struggle paid rich dividends.
It took a hundred years to end,
To free the land from the fiend;
The barrister Gandhiji won;
He was Bharat’s most priceless son!
His birthday is a divine day;
He showed the world a unique way;
His spirit lives in country-men;
His glory was too great to pen!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2010
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The Patriotic Indian
I’m proud to be an Indian:
I’m glad to a Christian;
I love my every fellowmen;
I prefer things just Indian.
So great is India’s heritage;
The world is thrilled by its image;
Our culture is so very good;
So are our spices and our food.
’Tis not well-developed, our nation;
Our democracy’s worth mention;
We are peace-loving citizens,
Hard-working with much common-sense.
We do not want any factions;
We want brotherhood of nations;
We love to have peaceful neighbors,
And hate declaring futile wars!
We have achieved so many things;
Our glory world-over still rings;
We have problems to face, fiscal;
We got our freedom by struggle.
India is our great motherland;
We have great faith in Maker’s Hand;
Our population is so vast;
United, we can hold it fast.
We pray to live in amity;
We do not want enmity;
We wish to spread peace everywhere;
We love to breathe our country’s air!
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God's Kingdom
PART 1
[INSPIRED BY LEO TOLSTOY]
More than a hundred years gone
since a thought by this great man
to put an end to man's kingdom
to be a part of god's kingdom
A kingdom which need not bind
bind itself to a boundary
a kingdom which need not safeguard
guarding men need not war over a boundary
a nation without a boundary
a nation which would'nt war for a boundary
would'nt be a man's kingdom
yes...truely a god's kingdom
how do you curb atrocities without a war
India did it fifty years back without a war
Mahatma's ahimsa was an offshoot of Tolstoy's passive resistance
Tolstoy was Gandhi's inspiration
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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A Rise And Fall Of Humanity [india's Freedom] A Double Etheree Poem
{INSPIRED TO WRITE IN THIS FORM AFTER READING
KARIN ANDERSON'S 'BUTTERFLY MAGIC'}
[ a poem of ten lines syllable count equating
to line number]
then,
nation
India
got it's freedom
not through violence
it was through ahimsa
no arms and ammunition
a tribute to humanity
a mahatma brought out the human
humanity addressed humanity
after sixty years of independence
the leader addressing the nation
stands behind bullet protection
parade of troops showing strength
detectors showing fear
fear addressing fear
fearless trait then
a nation
with fear
now
[ ahimsa - non violence]
[mahatma - a great soul GANDHI]
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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India’s ‘I’m Anna’ Movement
With eagle’s eyes
And staunch a mind
And heart of love
For common man
A Gandhian true
Fast undertook
None could predict
Repercussions.
He donned a cap
And kept vigil
For twelve full days
On mere water.
He scared the rich
Men in power
Who misuse it,
And cheat the poor
He minced no words
spoke out his heart
in plain language
to all Indians.
His wake-up call
was clear and firm
Corruption should
end in India
A Bill must come
In Lok Sabha
To include all
Both high and low
Jan Lokpal Bill –
He authored fast,
And broke his fast
When promise came.
This was Anna,
An Indian,
Whose one good thought,
New Freedom got.
He showed the world
That corruption
Should be contained
For nation’s sake.
His act was brave
And defiant
Till success came
By polity.
This was the start
He aimed for now
Fight will go on
On more issues
Anna was great
His slate was neat
He was simple
And most humble
He shook India
On ruin’s verge;
He convinced crowds
That came to hear.
A new Gandhi
A modern one
Who wars with hearts
That destroy peace
His arrest, fast
None can forget
His stamina
Aided his feat.
‘We need to change
All things around,
And common man
Needs faira share.’
Jan Lokpal Bill
Would do the trick –
The game-changer
That people want.
The Parliament
Saw well his cause,
And passed a good
Resolution.
Anna made it:
His plan had worked;
His fast pulled off
A victory!
His win was great,
Exemplary;
He changed the fate
Of polity!
He moved a sea
Of Indian hearts
Within, abroad,
Uniting all!
Oh, what a way!
Oh, what a win!
Non-violence
Had won most hearts!
“No scams or shams
No shame or blame,
No corruption,
In people’s rule! ”
'Democracy,
If good, will be
The ideal form
Of governance!
Where power comes
From people’s votes
And corruption
In shackles stays!
God bless India
God bless Anna
God bless Lokpal
God bless all men.'
(Dedicated to Anna Hazare and His Team Against Corruption
in India/28-08-11
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For some days, people thought that India was shaking. But there are always tremors when a great tree falls.
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