"gujarat" poems
India is a bird
In the map
Ready to soar.
Bengal and Assam
A wing.
Gujarat and Rajasthan
Another.
The pinnacle
Jammu Kashmir
Gazes.
Delhi and Punjab
Stirs the body.
Kerala
Hangs on tail
A stylet.
LOOK
A vulture feeds corses ?
A myena that sings ?
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Transliteration:
Jana-gaṇa-mana adhināyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhātā
Pañjāba Sindhu Gujarāṭa Marāṭhā
Drāviḍa Utkala Baṅga
Vindhya Himāchala Yamunā Gaṅgā
Uchhala jaladhi taraṅga
Tava śubha nāme jāge
Tava śubha āśhiṣa māge
Gāhe tava jaya gāthā
Jana gaṇa maṅgala dhāyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhāta
Jaya he, jaya he, jaya he
Jaya jaya jaya, jaya he.
Translation:
Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,
Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindhu,
Gujarat and Maratha,
Of the Dravida and Odisha and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
mingles in the music of Yamuna and Ganges and is
chanted by the waves of the Indian Ocean.
They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
Thou dispenser of India's destiny.
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
**Darkness is roming around the gujarat
White clouds disappering from guarat
Ground is becoming red
Sky is crying for help
But everyone else is becoming blind
Human's are becoming animals
Animals becomes humans.**
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Darkness is roming around the gujarat
White clouds disappering from guarat
Ground is becoming red
Sky is crying for help
But everyone else is becoming blind
Human's are becoming animals
Animals becomes humans.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Corina Junghiatu is a bilingual poet/writer hailing from Romania. She holds a Master Degree in Philology and Phychopedagogy and likewise she graduated from The Faculty of Letters and Philosophy in Bucharest. She speaks five foreign languages.
Corina has written and publishing two books of poetry: „Exile in the light” and „The ritual of a Sunrise”. She is Administrator and Publication Coordinator of Motivational Strips, editor of "Bharath Vision" website, and Chief Advisor of World Nations Writers' Union Kazakhstan. Corina has won many awards from international institutions of repute, for poetry.
Recently, Corina Junghiatu, together with 350 poets and writers from 80 countries, received a certificate of appreciation for her entire literary activity, on the occasion of the 74th anniversary of the Independence Day of the Republic of India. This certificate was was handed by the famous writer Shiju H. Pallithazheth the Founder of Motivational Strips, World's Most Active Writers Forum and Padma Shree Dr. Vishnu Pandya, President of Gujarat Sahitya Akademy, a government institution of the state of Gujarat (India).
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was...
list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch,
dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston,
fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield,
haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson,
jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey,
lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand,
neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel -
i'll be an albino in Gujarat
if your play the sitar in a sari;
but your name sounds a bit migrant
revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus'
you seem to stand on -
you want the Mongolians resurrected?
i swear we were being ousted in line
of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon:
'olive skinned throughout the geography
and the unwelcome green men on
sponged-knickers creaming for an ******
a french dessert...'
yes pretty prior, you found home on a
continent when half of the european nations
didn't practice colonial antics -
i guess it's easier to pick on them.
but with a Patel surname you sound british
already, the great experiment worked
the anaesthetic of former colonialism
numbed via recreational Ketamine use
really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles -
i hate, i hate being conscripted into
post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed"
what a waste of the urban hubs of
Manchester or Liverpool -
where once artistic expression thrived -
i hate these post-colonial societies,
it's as if they were castrated en masse,
and they're wondering why no one has a permanent
suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet -
cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with
space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick
but then the cough that blinds you sweetly -
i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to
listen to non-colonial nationalism -
a former migrant like pretty plated smell
olive skinned exploited inversion of angers
but dunked a footstep into a trip-up
with non-colonial nations -
a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel
is a name least likely associated with migration;
you teasing the beast out?
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Lest one may tap my shoulder from my past,
For I'm striving to come back to my present.
Beyond thinking about her 24x7x365 benefit,
Now here I'm cursing myself for being unfit.
Was she true ever, or was I paranoid forever,
I will not get to know any of it for real ever.
Her mother had told me about her daughter,
That she had met someone else from Gujarat.
And now I have known who it was before me,
For whom she broke up with me permanently.
Will you just continue to hide behind your lies,
Or would you come out in the open ultimately?
Oh dear, why did you not tell me to stop ever,
Were you just trying me just as a time pass bf?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
HAPPY GUJARAT DAY
અહીં, સદા શાંતિ, ખુશાલી, પ્રગતિ, આબાદી બની રહે
જ્યાં તાપી, નર્મદા, સાબરમતી, માહી જેવી નદીઓ વહે
જ્યાં ઇરાનશાહ, દ્વારકાધીશ, શિવજી, મહાવીર, સ્વામિનારાયણ વસે
ગાંધીજીનું ગુજરાત, વલ્લભભાઈનું પણ; નમુ અહીં આવતા, મલક મલક હસે.
ગુજરાતીના હૃદયમાં ગુજરાત વસે, એ છોડી, ઓ ગુજુ તું ક્યાં જશે ?
જવું પડે તો એ, જ્યાં જ્યાં ગુજુ વસે, ત્યાં એક નાનકડું ગુજરાત વસે
Armin Dutia Motashaw
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 4:45 AM UTC
Divine Child School – an eyesore
In Mehsana for many schools – sopor.
Vital in activities from a long yore
In the field of academics – never at war
Nor in politics or in legislation or in moor.
Earlier to handle any issue or four;
Challenging all as holistic developer
Hoping best with Sanket and other
In bringing up the best out of poor.
Leading path of values in senator
During the school and is savior.
Such legacy produced stars in galore
Coving the cosmos, can you ignore?
Honest, candid and authentic stentor
Out in Gujarat or India therefore
Oh! Respect it, admire it, esteem or
Leave it and touch it not anymore.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
A HERO PLEASE BECOME.
Today extremely, extremely sad I feel,
That's why, make I, a sincere appeal.
To every human, request I; to Kerala's pain heal.
To help the other, is our divine duty, not a deal.
Now under great pain n suffering, they reel.
Wipe their tears n eliminate their fears; their pain please do feel.
Yesterday it was Gujarat, today it is Kerala; our future isn't yet reveal(ed).
Let's ourselves, in their position put; n their pain feel.
If we all give our bit, at least, a little pain, may perhaps heal.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
SANJAN DAY
Misery, humiliation, insults, torture n inhuman behavior, they had to bear.
When they could no longer protect the holy fire; and for it no longer care;
thought they, leave they must, their dearest Motherland, wealth n cattle there.
For living there, undergoing torture was beyond tolerance; poisonous was the air.
Weary, miserable and dead-tired; on the shores of Gujarat, they finally did land.
From Diu-Saurashtra sailed they to Sanjan Bunder, requesting for a helping hand.
To persuade the ruler for shelter; stood they under the scorching hot Sun on sand.
Finally asylum granted was, after many conditions, their weapons they had to disband.
Accepted they were by Bharat (India); and finally settled down at Sanjan
Starting anew, our ancestors rebuilt Iran-shah, away from the Arab “hevaan(s)”
with honesty, integrity, hard-work, reestablished they, their “aan-baan-shaan”
now our pious duty it is, to continue their work with dedication and “imaan”.
Armin Dutia Motashaw.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein kampf,
I remember when fertilization begat
after nine months in utero...
ah dat womb dar full habitat
i.e. ****** cradled humanity, whereat
teeming bajillions primates
peopling planet Earth
couples made lovey dovey after spat
(which species among
other flotsam and jetsam),
got shot out (think) analogous
muzzle loaded gat
excellent marksman aimed
then squirted packed heat hot
as summer temperature
gets within Gujarat
recorded courtesy, thee
oldest functioning thermostat,
albeit microcosmic primordial vat
testy sea men don
(May comb hairy
gah great again) conical hat.
I surmise proto humans
especially storied hall
(conjured in Peer Gynt
by Edvard Grieg
of mountain king)
trumpeted, tooted thwacked,
and announced presence
courtesy posterior primal mating call,
which vibrant cheekiness heard all
around the mulberry bush to Gaul
hmm... maybe e'en hot air
inspired Marc Chagall,
while sitting atop porcelain throne,
nonetheless scandalous
****** blasts methinks help explain fall
of Rome, whereby noxious
generated silent but deadly nauseating
noisome pall mall
felled friend and foe alike
analogous on minuscule
scale to Chernobyl
level 7 nuclear accident
also linkedin, when
Polar Vortex doth stall
across avast swath planet Earth
forcing quick thinkers to marshall,
what (mathers) matters
such as... antique pinball
machines worth a mint,
a ***** to install.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
as albums go...
kiss me kiss me kiss me
will always outrank
disintegration:
...show me show me
show me how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream he said
the one that makes me laugh he said
and threw his arms around my neck
show me how you do it
and i promise you i promise that
i'll run away with you...
i was somehow always the big boy
preferring depeche mode...
but then again,,, the vampires were out,
along with the Edwards...
and... the game was played...
would have been easier asking queen Vic
to eat a ******* mango...
had Bertie scolded his son's
stutter...
maybe then Wilhelm would not have
sent the Zeppelins...
but then again...
what a boring London without
the Blitzkrieg revisionism!
a love being love,
yet a love, most painful -
like lip-reading a mouth of a nurse
while she allowed me to spectate her
talking...
on the tube to her place
of work...
lip-reading...
mouth open, penning,
death ears...
i once heard an advice...
can't get a girlfriend in england?
travel to India...
i have a shortcut...
Manchester, Liverpool,
or Newcastle...
as far as i am concerned,
the English girls up there
are no chasing Saudi Sheikhs...
and aren't too keen on
Germans, either...
might test my luck...
i'll wait for my parents
to die...
then i'll head to t he north of England
and express my fondest
thank you, outside of
Goa or Gujarat;
i'll keep the curry recipe,
thank you, very, much.
i always belonged in the north...
southern English galls were
always supposedly gold digging...
my parents die...
i'll travel north...
and have me a treat of a
northern granny to bore,
and become boorish with...
not very unlike pears or
apples...
english women?
sour grapes in the home counties surrounding
London and encompassing Bristol..
come the north?
fireworks in winter!
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
A HERO PLEASE BECOME.
Today extremely, extremely sad I feel,
That's why, make I, a sincere appeal.
To every human, request I; to Kerala's pain heal.
To help the other, is our divine duty, not a deal.
Now under great pain n suffering, they reel.
Wipe their tears n eliminate their fears; their pain please do feel.
Yesterday it was Gujarat, today it is Kerala; our future isn't yet reveal(ed).
Let's ourselves, in their position put; n their pain feel.
If we all give our bit, at least, a little pain, may perhaps heal.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC