The Patriot's Sonnet V
O how gloriously sweet to sleep on Motherland’s chest
While the lively flag waves for love and unity at high
Where peace and hope are rising like sun in far East
And citizens, for the nation, they would gladly die,
Yet the countrymen still at confuse and ask: Why?
Why there live such persons who greed for power?
Then why there exist public servants who abuse?
Why there reigns corruption and great poverty?
Then why elect some if there’s nothing to choose?
Why war never ends from all the wrong impression?
And why tears of blood are the price for reformation?
O how gloriously sweet to wake up on Motherland’s chest
While the dying country breaks the chains of passivity
And where poverty is setting like a sun in far West.
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Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The source of beauty and of Art,
Who but thy children understand
The love which permeates each heart!
We see, through rainbow-tints of tears,
Thy glory of a thousand years.
O country of the Great and Free,
We live for thee, we live for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
O Motherland, both blithe and brave,
What magic lies in thy name-France!
Yet can thy radiant mien be grave,
And stern thy ever-smiling glance.
And when thy sons and daughters know
That enemies would lay thee low
And dim thy fame on land and sea,
We fight for thee, we fight for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
Dear Motherland of joy and mirth,
Dear Motherland of faith divine,
A thousand years the wondering earth
Has seen thy star in splendour shine.
Still shall it see that star of France
Its splendour and its light enhance.
Dear Motherland, when it need be
We die for thee, we die for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
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Poverty: War Of Today
POVERTY: WAR OF TODAY
melvin banggollay
Poverty abound everywhere
Even in paradise of plenty
As long as there are brothers
Who seldom eat sweet honey,
as long as there are sisters
under prostitution's malady,
when children are still under
abuse and exploitation by many
and as long as there are disaster
jeopardizing life and property.
Poverty is a war and disaster
Hounting every nation today
that can't be won by a leader
without the help of everybody
as it is a war arm with disaster
that can only be hurdled with unity,
frugality, thriftiness with power,
economical spending and industry,
good governance by our leaders
with an undying vow to foster unity
peace and cooperation as brothers
among anyone to preserve humanity.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Towards a Corruption-free India
Cleanse the nation’s democracy;
Cleanse the nation’s bureaucracy;
Cleanse the nation’s polity;
Cleanse the nation’s authority.
Cleanse the nation’s systems’ machinery;
Cleanse the nation’s judiciary;
Cleanse the nation’s property;
Cleanse the nation’s ill-gotten money.
Let people’s power permeate the Parliament;
Let there be accountability of all citizens;
Let the poor and down-trodden be never ignored;
Let India become rejuvenated.
Bring back the wealth kept outside the land;
Enact laws for the welfare of the Motherland;
Act with responsibility and amity with all;
Console the aggrieved, comfort the dying.
Put the mighty nation on the road to progress;
This is no place for vices and evils of all kind;
Install a sense of security for all;
Infuse morality and patriotism.
Those voted to power must be clean;
Those in authority should not be mean;
Those in high office should not demean;
The future should belong to the youth and the teen.
Enough is enough, rethink on everything;
Corruption is the main issue to be curbed;
The law-makers should not be the worst law-breakers;
The law should serve the purpose it is meant for.
Let’s create a new India where peace prevails;
Let’s make our country prosperous;
Let’s work with zeal and honesty;
Let hearts be filled with sensibility and sensitivity.
The nation with a billion must forge ahead;
The nation should be truly independent;
The nation must regain its former glory;
The nation must be freed from corruption.
Thanks to Anna Hazare’s yeoman service and mighty efforts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-08-11
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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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On Patriotism (An acrostic)
You love your motherland –
One, where you were born and nurtured in
Unknown ways, most miraculously.
Love your Motherland with heart and soul;
Only your own country is the safest for you;
View its landscape, gorgeous and beautiful;
Every fellowman is your brethren.
You must be proud of its rich heritage;
One shouldn’t forget how freedom was got;
Unite against forces that separate;
Repay your country’s love by sacrifice.
May be, your country is not very rich;
Only its culture is so remarkable;
Traditions must be followed with pride;
Honor your national flag;
Every citizen is duty-bound;
Religions shouldn’t serve to foment fights;
Love the soil that feeds you all through life;
Astound the world by your patriotism;
Nothing’s more sacred and valuable than your Motherland;
Die, if need be, for your country’s sake!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
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Remember those Martyrs
Remember those, who sacrificed their lives,
Remember those, who died for our safer life,
Remember those, who never returned home,
Didn't abandon their guns, wet in blood though.
We were eating cakes, they were facing bullets,
We were dancing in clubs, they were missing inmates,
Laying on bed of death they wished best to countrymen,
Not caring self, they went on the voyage to heaven.
Remember those braves, our land who protected.
Remember those soldiers, left us behind; indebted.
They were proud of country, we are proud of them.
They would live forever, who died for the motherland.
They didn't fight for power or fame, wealth or gain;
They had a commitment and love for the motherland.
Gun hanged on his shoulder, portrait of a soldier;
have hanged in my room, his sacrifice I always remember.
(c) S D Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Never rift
Do you really want your mother
To be with you?
Do you really love your motherland?
Do you really like your mothertongue?
Mother mothertongue motherland
All sacred and more than your life.
One who is really wise and learned
Love mother mothertongue motherland.
Mother mothertongue motherland is
The lifebreath bloodcirculation of
Our body and soul as well.
This world is our motherland in the
Broader sense and we all
Are brothers and sisters
With the same air same light same water
Same earth same sky
With the same emotion same thought.
Mother mothertongue motherland
Are precious and we are the
Bonafide sons and daughters
We never rift we all accept
Natures gift and go on and on
On this life towards super lift.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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63rd Republic Day of India
A day to be immensely proud about
A day of ecstasy, patriotism and love for our Motherland
A day to remember the many valiant freedom-fighters and martyrs
A day to share our joy of freedom with the world at large
A day to realise the cost of our priceless freedom
A day to rededicate our lives for unity and integrity
A day to show our solidarity and capabilities
A day to weed out corruption and divisive tendencies
A day to make up our differences with neighbouring states
A day to realise the greatness of India and its rich heritage
A day to improve the security to all citizens and the nation
A day to ensure a better dole for the poor, downtrodden and destitute
A day to show our foes our military strength and indomitable courage
A day to think what we can do for our country
A day to live at peace and amity with the rest of the world
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-01-2012
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I worship
I worship no other
Except motherland and only mother
One who gave me birth?
And motherland who gives me refuge on death
My land must daily witness rising sun
Where there can be only silenced gun
There is no scope for violence or quarrel
Only to make inroad with struggle
What should be seen in my eye?
What all I should seek and try?
Powerful wings and capacity to fly
All I may need is enough of space in sky
I wish everybody a great success
Right to live and place with access
Love to live and trust among all
I wish that forms day's call
I want Bhanu* (sun) to rise
Make everybody to wonder and surprise
What all we can do for our motherland?
Make it beautiful on earth as wonderland
My eyes must witness green fields
Nice crops with greater yield
People must enjoy and farmers should rejoice
That is my dream and I whole heartedly promise
Let borders remain at peace
Life too should remain wonderful and at ease
We should miss not wealth but natural health
Minds at rest and not wrapped as stealth
I pray for all and even to myself
Let treasure come out from sea shelf
Benefit to all and to my country people
Let them enjoy freedom that has come after great struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
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The Clarion Call
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are you so down cast?
Why have your beats of heart become still?
Why is your fate bound with negritude?
Why does silence prevails on your lips?
Where are the guardians of motherland?
Why are your cities so plight ridden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Somewhere glimmer all lamps,
Somewhere dance enchanting scenes,
Somewhere toss starving children,
Somewhere wheezes miserable life,
Why is it difficult to enkindle the lamps?
This is the dilemma of my motherland
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are illuminated their houses?
Why are dark our dwellings?
In front of them the Life dances,
And our fate is inscribed with adorations,
Who has devised all these divisions?
Who has enmeshed us all?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Death dances all around,
Life is enfolded with smokes,
Somewhere toss the injured human beings,
Somewhere lie dead-bodies coffinless,
Where are the sentinels of peace?
Why has decay overshadowed the garden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
We shall have to up lift the eyes,
We shall have to enkindle the extinguished lamps,
We shall have to wipe out contents hatred,
We shall have to revitalize this garden,
We shall have to hold up the flag of righteousness,
This is the last part of all oppressions.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
The heads will never stoop henceforth
Tough they are cut off,
Those who are on the way will never stop,
O! My enemy, test the mettle of your arms,
A flood of heads is heading onward.
Now who will dare hinder the heads?
Now who will encumber the clarion call?
The passionate heads are now bent upon
That our country will become an Eden-land.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Just say Yes
Say no to hate and violence.
Say no to greed and selfishness.
Say no to corruption and abuse of power.
Say no to prejudice.
Say no to lies and slander.
Say no to war and slavery.
Say no to homelessness and hunger.
Say no to desperate poverty.
Change the course of history.
JUST SAY NO.
Say yes to truth and justice.
Say yes to dignity and grace.
Say yes to sharing and compassion.
Say yes to peace.
Say yes to mercy and forgiveness.
Say yes to wisdom and integrity.
Say yes to strength and hope eternal.
Say yes to racial harmony.
Celebrate humanity.
JUST SAY YES.
poem by Angela Michel
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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!
poem by John Celes
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60th Republic Day Celebrations in India (Jan 26th 2010)
Unfurl the tricolor flag, Indians!
And hoist it high upon the mast;
And let it move in freedom’s wind;
And make the country, Indians, proud!
Salute the national flag, Indians!
And sing the song of freedom’s love!
Remember how freedom was won
By Fighters’ Struggle, sacrifice!
Pray for the lives lost in the fight,
And emulate their examples;
Learn to be patriotic more,
And do your duty with fervor.
Take oath to serve our motherland;
Bharat is home of Indians;
We love its varied heritage;
All Indians are our fellowmen!
Let’s foster love, peace, harmony;
Let’s make the country better still;
Let’s unite against terrorism;
Let’s make India, a nation strong!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2010
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The People Want Peace
Got to land those war planes....,
Bury the guns....,
Hold back the subs...,
All the missles and bombs...,
Raise your voices high...,
And start singin' with me....,
Let's do what's right....,
I know you'll agree....,
The People Want Peace....,
There's no other way...,
The People Want Peace....,
Startin' today....,
From the south to the north....,
West to the east....,
There's no doubt in my mind....,
The People Want Peace....! ! !
We worked and we slaved....,
For so many years....,
Let's share some laughter....,
Forget all the tears....,
I know we can live....,
Without envy and greed....,
With freedom to choose....,
That's why I believe....,
The People Want Peace....,
There's no other way...,
The People Want Peace....,
Startin' today....,
From the south to the north....,
West to the east....,
There's no doubt in my mind....,
The People Want Peace....! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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The Downfall Of Human Kind
The downfall of human kind it would seem to me
Are greed and corruption, homelessness and poverty
And patriotism and religion and National pride
All of these things lead to war and they are World-wide.
In a World where millions are dying of hunger and disease
The refugee camps are full of refugees
Millions displaced due to war and famine of great suffering they know
The people fleeing war zones with nowhere to go.
Even in so called wealthy Nations poverty is rife
And the ruthless look on the poor as the losers in life
Far too many homeless on poverty street
With nowhere to live and with little to eat.
Some grow wealthy and successful though they lie and cheat
The capitalist system has failed us complete
Thousands must grow poorer for every new millionaire
Do not tell me that the capitalist system is fair.
So much poverty in the big World out there
And so many are living in hopeless despair
But one falsehood with some sadness we recall
The lie we believed of a 'fair go for all'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Poverty In The 21st Century
It’s the 21st century
The media displays it day and night,
Poverty.
Poverty across the globe lies
Poverty cries out from the belly of little boys
Little girls, parents too
Desperately searching for food,
Shelter, clothing, for love,
Companion, for attention
Those with plenty, refuse
To amend, a world haunted by
Poverty.
Is poverty affecting the rich?
Are their poverty the same
As the poor in financial constrains?
For they, too, poverty of love
I see poverty in the learned
I see poverty in those whose
Selfish acts are destroying society.
I see poverty in all level of humanity
The world is still an imperfect place
Yet life is still beautiful, the wind
Blows, we see it not, give thanks
For what you possess, now go,
Help if you can along the way,
Help to eradicate poverty
In your surrounding, widen
Your boundary across your
Country, to nations of the world.
Help to fight poverty, now!
poem by Winston Harding
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A Cry For My Mama Land
It is 1.50 a.m.
And sleep evades me….because I weep for my motherland!
Sons of Africa,
Daughters of Africa,
Awaken: you have slumbered so long.
Look at the cloudless skies that cover your motherland,
Look at the leafless trees….the barrenness that fills the atmosphere
Look at the evolving deserts, that swallow up your birthright
Listen to the cry of your sons and daughters,
Empty stomachs, jiggered feet, tatters for clothes…..barely enough education if any
Feel the desperation of this land,
Feel the emptiness that engulfs our cradle
See the vanishing green,
See the greed that exists,
oh daughters and sons of Africa!
For how long shall we sit and watch?
While Africa destroys herself?
For how long shall we be divided on the basis of our ethnicity?
Instead of using out diversity as our strength?
For how long shall we be misguided: by our very own kinsmen?
Instead of standing for our own convictions?
For how long shall micro-nationalism take the place of nationhood?
For how long shall we be brainwashed? manipulated? Brainwashed?
For how long will our collective hard-worn freedom and independence be a luxury of only few?
Tell me daughters and sons of Africa, for how long, shall we wallow in the miasma of poverty?
Not anymore, sons and daughters of Africa, nay not anymore!
Because all I need is several more hearts sold to the cause of this continent.
A few souls who will dare dream, of a land that mama Africa could be!
A few who will raise their voices in the streets and condemn: evil, greed, selfishness,
At the expense of their comfort, and even their lives!
Just dream with me,
Mmmh…aaaah….Economic stability, oneness, food security,
Sound leadership, quality and affordable education, employment opportunities,
Good affordable healthcare, good governance policies, …….clean air!
Look at our land, beautiful, divine!
The proud white peaked mountains,
The meandering bold rivers,
The ever peaceful lakes,
The diverse wild life,
The rich culture and heritage,
The diversity of her people,
The dynamism and creativity,
The artstic value that equals none other
A land so battered…..but still ever so giving!
If you are a true son of Africa
If you are a true daughter of Africa
I dare you to pause…and think of what mother Africa can be: ought to be!
And purpose in your spirit to break war on anyone who intimidates your mama
Raise the spear of resolution high,
And the sword of determination higher,
For ours is a land we must jealously guard.
You and me….are all we need.
To dream, and to actualize our dream…….
Of setting Africa ‘s record straight
We have borrowed long enough,
Made ourselves look like we are lesser of the lot
We let our pride be trampled over
But that ends about now
I sell my soul to Mama Africa
Because the potential I see in this land: baffles me!
The resources we have been blessed with are second to none:
And the good lord has a soft spot for Africa,
And he heeds our cry, and that of our children
I witness how strong we are:
How strong a resolve we have
How versatile we are
How brave we are
How tolerant we are:
Sons and Daughters of Africa I salute you
From Libya to Ghana
From South Africa to Egypt
From Chad to Algiers
From Kenya to Namibia
From Mauritius to Mozambique
We are one nation,
A unique people
Lets not give up on our motherland,
But in our own Individual selves…acknowledge the power we possess
To heal our abused mother:
Let’s nurse her Daughters of Africa,
Let’s nurse her wounds
Lets fight for her sons of Africa
Until she can be able to return the love once more.
In your little ways……you can do big things….or do small things in a big way
Lets fight this worm called corruption
Lat’s strangle the thread of ethnic and religious politics that divide us
Lets fight for our motherland.
Arise and shine Africa
For your light has come,
And your sons and daughters gather to coma back and fight for you
Raise your shoulders high,
And rejoice in your being!
Shine, shine, shine……
For you best days are ahead
Dawn will break forth soon,
And the birth of a new era will wash you anew
But the battle has not been won yet…..but it will be over soon!
You know what ails you, and you have the right weapons….
So seize the moment….and free thine self out of thine own slavery!
You ungrateful selfish brothers and sisters of ours
You who only think of yourselves
Of grabbing more of our land, or inflinging on the rights of the minority,
Of using public resources for your won pleasure,
You who belittle us, and fatten your bank accounts while ours diminish……..your term ends now!
Slowly this message will reverberate thought the land
And sooner or later,
We shall catch up with you!
You have taken too much from us
Its payback time: for all the assault on mama Africa
You shall not cower us anymore
We shall not let you intimidate us
I maybe one,
But here and now: I will start
In the hope that my fight for mother Africa,
Will create ripples of peace, love, unity of purpose and courage in they that hear this gospel,
I love you mama Africa, I will love you with my very last breath
And though iam one, I will leave a legacy for Africa and her children,
Or die trying……
So help me God!
poem by Mukami Mbaabu
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Vignette - III
THE ARTISAN.
This twilight gloom. This lone retreat--
This silence to my soul is sweet!
Awhile escap'd from toil and strife,
And all the lesser ills of life,
Here only at the evening's close,
My weary spirit finds repose;
My sinking heart its freedom gains,
Which poverty had bound in chains!
For here unheard the moments fly--
And so secure, so happy I,
That, often at the very last,
I feel not that my dream is past.
The little hour of bliss I spend,
With thee, my chosen, only friend!
That transient hour the heart sustains,
Which poverty has bound in chains!
And for this dear, this precious hour,
I would not, if I had the power,
Exchange a worldling's life of ease,
Whom all around him seek to please.
I have no other friend beside,
But here I safely may confide.
Suspicion ne'er the bosom stains,
Which poverty has bound in chains!
How oft I wonder at my lot!
How oft are all but thee forgot!
While in this half-despairing breast,
Love builds a little, quiet nest,
To hover o'er with joyous wing,
Nay, sometimes soar aloft and sing!
'Tis this alone the heart sustains,
Which poverty has bound in chains!
poem by Matilda Betham
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Lullaby of my native mother
Lullaby of my native mother
Aahraro Aahraro My dear son
You are born to rule this land
with love and everlasting peace
Aahraro Aahraro My dear love
sleep my son by closing your floral eye lids
to work for this land and to your people
Aahraro Aahraro My Sweet honey
Talk my son to write many new epics
for enriching your mother tongue
Aahraro Aahraro My beloved soul
play my son with lions and tigers
to fight with the cruels and devils
for establishing the empire of peace
Aahraro Aahraro My rising sun
wake up my son from this bed of poverty
to pave the way to our prosperity
Aahraro Aahraro My sweet memories
work for peace of this world
to raise this world as heaven
Aahraro Aahraro My dream product
work in the fields as much as possible to you
to eradicate hungry from this world
Aahraro Aahraro now you sleep my son
to realize all these in your life
Now You Sleep my son as a sleeping Ocean
[Aahraro Is a word Used by our native mothers to make their children to sleep]
poem by Sakthi Ravichandran
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