Mahatma Gandhi
The man who showed us the road to emancipation,
Popularly known as the father of the nation,
An advocate of universal brotherhood and equality,
Yes, I’m talking about Mahatma Gandhi.
Gandhiji spread the message of love and mutual tolerance,
He was opposed to all forms of violence.
A crusader for women’s liberation,
He always raised his voice against caste discrimination.
A practitioner of vegetarianism and ‘Ahimsa’
He vehemently propagated the use of the ‘charkha’.
'Truth is God' was his philosophy,
He believed that “The science of non-violence alone can lead one to pure democracy...”
To London he went for higher education,
In South Africa, he fought for the rights of the Indian population.
An absolute altruist by nature,
His knowledge, and global experience changed our nation’s future.
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India Rising Part IV
In the late nineteenth century, the Indian national congress was born,
The public hailed it in unison but the selfish Britishers shown a scorn.
It gave a new thrust to National movement for achieving self-governance,
Spread the idea of democracy, civil liberties, and the religious tolerance.
The movement was led by two groups from different school of thought,
One was called Moderates, the cool, and the other as Militants the hot.
Lal, Bal and Pal were the fore-runners of Militants daring and intrepid,
Their philosophy was to hit hard on the imperialistic regime to get rid.
Moderates were no less though humbleness was their method to pursue,
They believed in non-violence, rallies, and meetings to resolve any issue.
The social order saw a sea change from total domineering to egalitarian,
Socio-religious reforms were conducted to create a society humanitarian.
To end customs and rituals like sati, child marriage, life long widowhood,
Individuals and organizations came forward with a zest for society’s good.
Education and equality for women was the serious concern of reformers
In future development of nation they were thought to be great performers.
Untouchability was the deep rooted evil of the society for ages together,
A Biggest hurdle to a social system for all to live with dignity and honor.
The father of nation Mahatma Gandhi fought lifelong for its eradication,
The constitution abolished it to bring social justice without discrimination.
In the first quarter of twentieth century the movement was quite grown up,
M. K. Gandhi an Indian lawyer from South Africa assumed the leadership.
He was a simple man, who preached and practiced truth and non-violence,
One, who fought the freedom fight bare-handedly with peaceful pursuance.
The English were blinded by the power and supremacy, they established,
Jaliyanwalla Bagh massacre was also one of gory wounds they inflicted.
poem by Diwakar Bhatt
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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]
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Gandhi Jayanthi
You won the hearts of Indians globally –
O beloved Father of India!
You stood for truth, non-violence totally,
And gave the freedom we enjoy.
Born in Porbandar on October two,
Mohandhas Karamchand Gandhi,
You stood against odds of all sorts
To win innumerable patriotic hearts.
About you, Albert Einstein said,
‘Generations to come will scarce believe
that such a man as this had walked
upon the earth in flesh and blood.’
You were a mediocre student;
You were so timid and too shy;
You went to England to learn law,
To South Africa to practice!
The racial state of Africa
Had influenced your mind aright
To enter politics and fight,
And born were Satyagraha, Ahimsa!
What mattered was not skin-color,
But pangs of hunger and dolor!
What mattered was not caste or race,
But love of mankind and a smiling face!
You loved India’s poor peasantry;
You fought the British valiantly;
You led the nation brilliantly,
And won the freedom gallantly!
You fasted for the people’s sake;
You kept the freedom cry awake;
You didn’t use things of British make,
And made salt boldly with your rake!
Happy Birthday Gandhiji!
Though dead, you’re live in Indian hearts!
Your noble sacrifice on earth
Will shower Indians immense mirth!
You loved to pray to God always!
You trod the land by feet most days;
You kept the Freedom Struggle’s pace,
And won the battle against race!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Jai Gandhiji!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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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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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.
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A Delight of Love!
A kiss is want he wants from lady love,
But she doesn't have that culture ever!
Culture varies from nation to nation...;
Deep love between them transcends all!
Elite life they lead with love above all;
Fine behaviour is what they love ever!
Good thoughts always keep them high -
High above all norms and rules of society!
Ice cold reception they get everywhere; yet,
Joy and sorrow they take in the same way!
kicked off from the society's taboos they
Love at any cost to lead their life against all!
Men are bound by religion, culture, conventions
Nothing can change even after their futility....!
Oracles are not now say they are true ever....
People, but, go on believing and following them!
Queries of all kinds are set aside as unholy and
Restrictions they impose as cover to avoid truth!
Science & technology are religion now for civilization;
Truth always supports love as base for all joy...!
Universal brotherhood is best culture for all sure!
Versatile geniuses have appreciated love, brotherhood;
Women, Art and Nature are the testing grounds for truth!
Xanadu is the place of pleasure dome set on green meadow;
Yearnings of all kinds are relieved of there to lover's delight!
Zeal of living then cannot be shaken by all barriers there!
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Voice Of A Dalit Women
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of feminity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste feminity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
however will burn candles
and raise issue nation wide
on death of upper caste women
died enjoying night party
such feminists who glee
in distributing pink panty
for women’s right to party
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
…raHUL
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Give Into Hate
Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate
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You forgot Gandhi too
"You forgot Mahatma Gandhi too"
"I never believed it might be ever true"
These were worlds spoken by frontier Gandhi * Abdul Gafar Khan
He descended at Palam Airport to address audience at down
I was raw airmen just passed out from Air force centre
New Delhi was capital and main point to enter
As Delhi remained central stage for freedom struggle
It had witnessed lots of struggle and invited troubles
We were questioned by security staff a airport terminal
We had gone there to witness movement of aircrafts and their arrival
We saw an old man descending from special plane
He had only one old bag hidden under arms
He waved hand at little gathering
He was unhappy and lots of things were bothering
He was sore at being dumped by the Indian friends
He never imagined such down grade performance at the end
"You killed his spirit and him too" he lamented
"How could you do this to Gandhiji"* he resented
He had straight way gone to public gathering
From there after to his last abode for offering
We were not asking for separate land
He uttered and said they were for peaceful end
To remain as an integral part of Pakistan but with honor
They had struggled through out the years therefore
India gained struggle but soon forget frontier people
He was not sore at being deserted but undoing of struggle
When father of nation can be forgotten easily
He had no excuse left except to utter disgust readily
We read this from newspaper later and got his message
He was there with his red brigade and named as frontier Gandhi on page
He was happy with his association in freedom movement
Gandhiji was his ideal saint figure and rest all were pride moments
*Gandhiji.. Ji is respectable word
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Educate Woman
To educate a woman is to educate a nation
Do not deprive the woman of education
Do let her know what she is to mention
Wherever she goes throughout the nation
Let her use skill in estimation
Let her learn what is real; not hallucination
Give her a chance to get that that salutation
Which men do get because of education
A woman that has much education
Will teach her children motivation
She’ll train them to support the nation
They’ll always have the best of intention
Knowledge is essential in every institution
The family too needs education
The woman’s own is more to mention
Educated women save the nation
When a woman excels in education
That woman can then build a mansion
A real estate not imagination
All because of worthy education
Fellow women I need your attention
Let seeking for knowledge be your aspiration
Stick to it with all devotion
Absence of knowledge causes indignation
A woman too observes the nation
She knows what goes in and out in motion
For her to be accurate in observation
A woman needs some sort of intuition
Think of knowledge with deep emotion
Illiterates know nothing but mere illusion
A strong nation is built by education
Illiteracy burns and destroys a nation
A nation in a fatal situation
Needs educated men and women in combination
Support them in their various occupations
They’ll unite and be strong and build the nation
Illiterate women are easy preys for seduction
They live in houses of corruption
Making money quickly is their desperation
A rich man’s camp is their destination
An educated woman has a good reputation
She does not support that which leads to deterioration
Her aim is not to cause commotion
She supports and fights to build the nation
An educated woman uses skill in communication
When she talks she corrects a situation
She’ll disconnect all those bad connections
She’ll not be bribed she hates corruption
Knowledgeable people working in collaboration
Do not employ those without education
They are not included in their collection
Same happens to women with no education
Knowledge is essential it is an obligation
Men, women both need education
Knowledge destroys all bad solutions
Education, knowledge saves the nation
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Death Cry Be Heard
let the death cry be heard,
of those dalit murdered,
and seek emancipation,
against the discrimination,
ask not for justice,
if that only leads to injustice,
for they don’t even try,
to address your cry,
life yours made deplorable,
resolve to make it admirable,
life is worth living,
a single day as king,
rather like decades corpse sting,
fight for the dalit plight,
till they reckon your might,
forgo your false notion,
those who supports discrimination,
are people who runs the nation,
were intellectuals brief daily,
about falling economy,
and neglect human ignominy,
suffered by million dalits daily,
no justice ever deserve,
cry of women raped reserve,
and her family killed to serve,
fanatic high caste nerve,
is there an end to this season,
of hate towards dalit for no reason,
if its caste that only matter,
the nation then will definitely shatter,
fools may sing unity in diversity,
wise will see signs of adversity,
nation heading toward calamity.
rAHUL...
poem by Rahul Gade
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‘Happy Birthday, Mahatma Gandhiji! ’
Our Father of the Indian soil,
You got us freedom with your toil;
All life, you burnt the midnight-oil;
Your Freedom Struggle, none could foil!
What simple life, you led on earth!
Your humbleness was seen from birth;
Such greatness stands always a dearth;
To you, all Indians owe our mirth!
O Mahatma, you’re live today,
In hearts of earthlings to this day;
You showed an exemplary way;
Your sacrifice, none can repay!
Although you were a simple boy,
You won us freedom we enjoy;
You persevered with your own ploy,
And made the British gun, a toy!
Your love for us, we won’t forget;
Great men like you, may we beget;
Free nation from all foreign debt;
To you, we owe our lives, we bet!
May heaven give you lasting peace;
May global Indians live with ease;
May earthlings live without disease;
May wars on earth totally cease!
We love you Father Gandhiji!
We’ll live upto your dreams surely;
We miss you very much truly;
We promise to do our duty!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?
Mahatma Gandhi in Non-Violence in Peace and War
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Islam teaches tolerance, not hatred; universal brotherhood, not enmity; peace, and not violence.
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
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We have to stop this violence. We have to make the political nature of the violence clear, that the violence we experience in our own homes is not a personal family matter, it's a public and political problem. It's a way that women are kept in line, kept in our places.
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You are forgotten
Gandhiji* you are forgotten
Your ideology is hijacked and stolen
Seldom have we remembered you even
By and large you are completely gone
You are stranger in your own land
You are lone figure without any friend
You are remembered for going on strike
Demonstrations against pay rise or on price hike
"We follow Ghandhian principles" remains popular slogan
We are true followers and disciples
Only we grab in millions
Still we wear your cap and keep affiliation
Millions rot in streets and die hungry
Population is accustomed to and never go angry
We have money power to purchase votes and remain in power
Tones of grain go in waste as they await rainy showers
Grain must rot but should not go to needy
We will spend billions and still ready
To waste more on plans and developments
With all the care that poor get nothing and resent
You advocated that parties should disband
Power centre should be based at village land
We preferred old slave symbol and maintained status
So in name we are democratic but capitalist as such
Let farmers commit suicide and public properties burn
Let accidents take place and thousands die in turn
We are only interested in amassing wealth
Let public go to hell with their poor health
Gandhiji* we never miss you but in fact garland
Your statue is erected and carved out on sand
You are gone forever but we have monopolized
Gandhian pattern as only excuse to wash ills and stay obliged
Don't shed tears even by mistake as we are committed people
Whole nation lives on borrowed economy and face any trouble
Our national wealth is safe in foreign land as black money
We are the nation next to only few corrupt countries yet hold the key
* Gandhiji… father of Indian nation and popularly known as Gandhiji
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John Cornstalk
Jack Cornstalk lives in the Southern Land—
What says Cornstalk John?
Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice:
“Land of the South, lead on.”
CHORUS:
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
John Bull lays claim to the Southern Land.
Jack, is the South Land thine?
John Cornstalk cries in a loud, firm voice:
“The Land of the South is mine!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
“By the long, long years my father toiled
In the pioneering band;
By the hardships of those early days,
I claim the Southern Land!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
But where shall the Land of the South lead to?
Where lead the nation’s van?
Jack Cornstalk cries from his strong young heart:
“To the Dynasty of Man.”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
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Political: Freedom Before Responsibility
I cry for Africa,
Afrique du Sud where
we won freedom before
accepting
accountability.
We abuse liberty,
infringe rights, make
the line between “yours”
and “mine” opaque and
ignore the notion of
reciprocal duty; we don’t
know what it means to do
unto others as we would have
them do unto us, except where
we give in token what we
expect to receive in kind
Europe plundered Africa under
God, left Christianity chained
in an era’s exploitation blessed
by autocracy; when tamed by
Renaissance Europe left Africa
behind - the next step was freedom;
but we never learnt how to respect
freedom’s household duties;
We tasted liberty’s heady glory
taking charge of ourselves with
no ethical wares except a God of
Vengeance, never learnt what mutual
obligation meant – never learnt why
it would become us; today we know:
We have a right to our own life
And why should we respect ALL life?
Our forebears never did. We have right
to freedom of thought, conscience and
religion – never were taught to respect
all differences as sacred and worthy;
just as our masters exploited, maimed
and killed us, so do we. The rainbow
nation is killing one another, rule is
survival, ANC won its struggle through
violence – now it seems violence rules
by right again in my beloved Africa…
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60th Independence Day of India (An Acrostic)
I Love My Motherland India Because:
Integrity of the nation is paramount
No one is above the laws of the land
Democracy: largest and strongest in the world exists
Industries and industriousness reinforce each other
A’ll are given equal opportunities for development
Sanctity: sacred rivers like Ganges, Brahmaputra, Cauvery etc flow
Security: scientists, sages, seers have had their birth
Indianness, indigenization are of prime value
Xians, Muslims, Sikhs, Parsees, Jains, and others live in amity
Traditions and cultural heritage are mostly preserved
Intellectual resource is an unfathomable wealth
Education has been revitalized through mass media of communication in a big way
Togetherness of peoples has led to unity and harmony
Health: for all is through PHCs,
Internet is revolutionizing mass-education, transactions and
Neutrality makes India a most-friendly nation
Defence includes offence and deterrence
English knowledge is a valuable asset for jobs abroad
Population is both a unique advantage as well as demerit
Economy is quite independent of global factors
Nuclear power is used for peaceful purposes mainly
Development of the individual and nation happens in right proportions
Equality of sexes, creeds and communities is constitutionally safe-guarded
Non-governmental organisations play a vital role in many spheres
Companies of multi-national origin vie with one another to do business in India
Emphasis is on love and brotherhood of nations and not war
Deterioration of social and moral values is not a problem as yet
Agriculture is the main-stay of most people
Yeoman service has been offered by India to most world bodies and in world affairs
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-8-2007
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