Countless deaths

Free to feel and easy to live
O, god in your land and believe
That you are only one and alone
Let our mistakes and past be bye gone

We would love to suffer
Prayers and peace may always offer
Take us to safety and grant peace
Small land if you can give us please

It was with us and belonged
Our forefathers struggled and longed
Some documents faked and forged
We are driven away and refused

Can it be not the same again?
At what cost may be the gain?
Our children bath with blood
Shortage of everything even with food

We ask only freedom
That has been denied seldom
What can be way out with wisdom?
How many more graveyards may come up as doms?

"Here lay our future generation"
They never knew what can be sacred relationship
They suffered onslaught and lay dead
We may look at them and read

Holy wars are fought on countless deaths
There may be left no space for laying wreath
Yet that has to be attained with supreme sacrifice
Land may ask fulfillment of promise

Grant us O. lord your blessings and mercy
We can only pray you almighty
You are sole observer of the play
Show us the reasonable and honorable way

We may owe and remain indebted
Even though our course now is ill fated
Our sacrifice can't be equated
As it is blood soaked and down rated

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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