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Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed This strength of my youth, these breaths, All are surrendered to you To protect your honour I would forego hundred lifetimes I would either embrace death or vanquish your enemies Touching your feet in reverence I take this solemn oath until the end of my life I would be loyal to you Those who have died in your lap their spirits bask in eternal happiness *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* My mother tells me I will go on without you bearing the pain of your passing by turning my heart into stone However, if in your lifetime there is a threat to this country and being fearless you do not fight this threat, my son, then, I will think, I birthed poison instead of life or that my nourishment did not give enough strength Listening to these words my head lies forever bowed *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* It is not only said by my mother but all mothers of this country to give birth to a Narsimh they bear difficult pangs of labour Those brave warriors who wrote history with their life blood carry their images in your heart and placing your hand there, promise, you will forsake everything else at the call of your motherland Your body, soul and life surrendered to your country *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need. Translation is given by karishma ji

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Jul 25, 2016

Jul 25, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC

mohit-mishra

For motherland :-Mohit mishra

Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed This strength of my youth, these breaths, All are surrendered to you To protect your honour I would forego hundred lifetimes I would either embrace death or vanquish your enemies Touching your feet in reverence I take this solemn oath until the end of my life I would be loyal to you Those who have died in your lap their spirits bask in eternal happiness *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* My mother tells me I will go on without you bearing the pain of your passing by turning my heart into stone However, if in your lifetime there is a threat to this country and being fearless you do not fight this threat, my son, then, I will think, I birthed poison instead of life or that my nourishment did not give enough strength Listening to these words my head lies forever bowed *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* It is not only said by my mother but all mothers of this country to give birth to a Narsimh they bear difficult pangs of labour Those brave warriors who wrote history with their life blood carry their images in your heart and placing your hand there, promise, you will forsake everything else at the call of your motherland Your body, soul and life surrendered to your country *Oh motherland, at your feet may all moments of my life lie sacrificed* Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need. Translation is given by karishma ji

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My classmate from high-school, Roll number 57 - Mohit Kamboj, Is the coolest & the most freaky. I have not seen anyone as awesome, In their give & take with the teacher, He made the class laugh effortlessly!

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC

Atul

57 - A Fond Living Memory

My classmate from high-school, Roll number 57 - Mohit Kamboj, Is the coolest & the most freaky. I have not seen anyone as awesome, In their give & take with the teacher, He made the class laugh effortlessly!

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(Before read Abhimanyu was a young and great warrior of the great War of MAHABHARAT. This poem is a part of long poetry written by me and translated by karishma ji. If you all responded and want to know more about abhimanyu i post next paragraphs) THANKS KARISHMA JI FOR TRANSLATION) Poem is:- Courage knows no limits of age A battlefield has no role for cowards Those cannot struggle Who fear their own mortality Those who are cowards get scared and blame others as the cause Those who break the bounds of time Are immortalized in history There are some bounds for God and Devil However, for man, what is impossible There one such brave victor of time A warrior, a winner of hearts Arjun was his father, Subhadra his mother, The vigour of bravery runs in his bloodstream. Yudhistir and Bhim were his uncles, He was the nephew of Shri Krishna, Bhishma his grandsire His arms were made of steel, his chest was broad, His body muscular however gentleness abound At the age of sixteen he was a shining sun Drums of war were music to the ears of Abhimanyu

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC

mohit-mishra

Abhimanyu (part1) :- Mohit mishra

(Before read Abhimanyu was a young and great warrior of the great War of MAHABHARAT. This poem is a part of long poetry written by me and translated by karishma ji. If you all responded and want to know more about abhimanyu i post next paragraphs) THANKS KARISHMA JI FOR TRANSLATION) Poem is:- Courage knows no limits of age A battlefield has no role for cowards Those cannot struggle Who fear their own mortality Those who are cowards get scared and blame others as the cause Those who break the bounds of time Are immortalized in history There are some bounds for God and Devil However, for man, what is impossible There one such brave victor of time A warrior, a winner of hearts Arjun was his father, Subhadra his mother, The vigour of bravery runs in his bloodstream. Yudhistir and Bhim were his uncles, He was the nephew of Shri Krishna, Bhishma his grandsire His arms were made of steel, his chest was broad, His body muscular however gentleness abound At the age of sixteen he was a shining sun Drums of war were music to the ears of Abhimanyu

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(For better understanding read my poem Abhimanyu (part-1)) TRANSLATED BY KARISHMA JI (Thanks to her) When Kurukshetra* was burning in the flames of war God of death had opened his third eye When the heads of men were being chopped When Jackals were tearing apart the corpses on the ground When blood thirsty men were waging war against themselves When arrows notching the bow caused uncountable deaths Goddess of war was dancing on mortal bodies Wicked witches laughed at the loss of human lives Laps of mothers were suddenly empty Dust covered the parting of hair where vermilion was once applied** The fire which raged the whole nation – Bharat Was the great war, known as Mahabharat*** Earth was covered with blood and tears Chariots overran the bodies of men Warriors were trying to quench their greed Trying to slake their bloodlust These were the descendants of the same ancestor Some were younger brothers and some were their elders But brotherhood was sacrificed to statehood Eyes shone only with passionate savagery * Kurukshetra – name of a battlefield ** Traditionally, Hindu women apply vermilion to a parting of their hair after marriage *** Mahabharat – an epic narrative of the battle of Kurukshetra

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

mohit-mishra

Abhimamyu(part-2):- Mohit mishra

(For better understanding read my poem Abhimanyu (part-1)) TRANSLATED BY KARISHMA JI (Thanks to her) When Kurukshetra* was burning in the flames of war God of death had opened his third eye When the heads of men were being chopped When Jackals were tearing apart the corpses on the ground When blood thirsty men were waging war against themselves When arrows notching the bow caused uncountable deaths Goddess of war was dancing on mortal bodies Wicked witches laughed at the loss of human lives Laps of mothers were suddenly empty Dust covered the parting of hair where vermilion was once applied** The fire which raged the whole nation – Bharat Was the great war, known as Mahabharat*** Earth was covered with blood and tears Chariots overran the bodies of men Warriors were trying to quench their greed Trying to slake their bloodlust These were the descendants of the same ancestor Some were younger brothers and some were their elders But brotherhood was sacrificed to statehood Eyes shone only with passionate savagery * Kurukshetra – name of a battlefield ** Traditionally, Hindu women apply vermilion to a parting of their hair after marriage *** Mahabharat – an epic narrative of the battle of Kurukshetra

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i remember the day when i saw you for the first time...., i thought i am seeing you for the last time......... but no,you met me again and again...... each time you made me feel i am born for you to gain..... the way you looked at me that day...... made my heart to fly away and away...... everything was going fair......, and love was in the air..... but suddenly i dnt know what happened to you....., about Me, you changed your view...... there was a day when we use to read each others eyes....., and this is the day when we both want to rid off from each other lives..... i just cant believe that you are the person who made my world go round and round......, because now you made my world go down and down..... you know it very well that i never begged love from you....., because i never expected in return from you...... you know it very well that i never forced you for anything...., but then too you insulted Me without thinking........ but never mind, i am happy that you came in my life as a special person ....., because you are the one who teaChed Me life's greatest lessons..... the only wish is ,i want to see you happy forever.... but yup....., now i made my heart to fall in love never......!!!!! -by MohiT CristO KalwadiA

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Apr 12, 2012

Apr 12, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC

mohit-kalwadia

The Last Time When I Met U

i remember the day when i saw you for the first time...., i thought i am seeing you for the last time......... but no,you met me again and again...... each time you made me feel i am born for you to gain..... the way you looked at me that day...... made my heart to fly away and away...... everything was going fair......, and love was in the air..... but suddenly i dnt know what happened to you....., about Me, you changed your view...... there was a day when we use to read each others eyes....., and this is the day when we both want to rid off from each other lives..... i just cant believe that you are the person who made my world go round and round......, because now you made my world go down and down..... you know it very well that i never begged love from you....., because i never expected in return from you...... you know it very well that i never forced you for anything...., but then too you insulted Me without thinking........ but never mind, i am happy that you came in my life as a special person ....., because you are the one who teaChed Me life's greatest lessons..... the only wish is ,i want to see you happy forever.... but yup....., now i made my heart to fall in love never......!!!!! -by MohiT CristO KalwadiA

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There was a star in life agreed, it was much loved when it sank, it did sink. Look at the sky’s vastness, so many stars have broken away so many loved ones it has lost the lost ones, were they ever found? But tell me, for the broken stars does the sky ever grieve? That which is past, is gone. There was a flower in life which, I doted everyday on when it dried, it dried away. Look at the garden’s breast, dried, many of its saplings have welted, many of its flowers have that which welted, did it ever bloom? But tell me, for dried flowers does the garden create an uproar? That which is past, is gone. There was a cup of wine in life which, you gave your heart and soul for when it broke, it did break. Look at the winehouse’s courtyard shaken, where many cups are fall, and merge with the ground that which fall, do they ever rise? But tell me, for broken cups does the winehouse ever regret? That which is past, is gone. Soft mud, we are made of, wine drops do tend to fall. A short life, we have come with, winecups do tend to break. Yet, inside the winehouse there is a winepot, there are winecups. Those, struck by intoxication do splurge away on the wine. He’s a raw drinker, whose affection escapes no cup, one who has burnt from true wine does he ever shout, or scream? That which is past, is gone. By- Mohit Cristo Kalwadia

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Apr 12, 2012

Apr 12, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC

mohit-kalwadia

The Time Passed That Never Be Regain

There was a star in life agreed, it was much loved when it sank, it did sink. Look at the sky’s vastness, so many stars have broken away so many loved ones it has lost the lost ones, were they ever found? But tell me, for the broken stars does the sky ever grieve? That which is past, is gone. There was a flower in life which, I doted everyday on when it dried, it dried away. Look at the garden’s breast, dried, many of its saplings have welted, many of its flowers have that which welted, did it ever bloom? But tell me, for dried flowers does the garden create an uproar? That which is past, is gone. There was a cup of wine in life which, you gave your heart and soul for when it broke, it did break. Look at the winehouse’s courtyard shaken, where many cups are fall, and merge with the ground that which fall, do they ever rise? But tell me, for broken cups does the winehouse ever regret? That which is past, is gone. Soft mud, we are made of, wine drops do tend to fall. A short life, we have come with, winecups do tend to break. Yet, inside the winehouse there is a winepot, there are winecups. Those, struck by intoxication do splurge away on the wine. He’s a raw drinker, whose affection escapes no cup, one who has burnt from true wine does he ever shout, or scream? That which is past, is gone. By- Mohit Cristo Kalwadia

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yesterday i went to hell it was filled with pain yet no sorrow only a tragic path to follow left alone with a shattered heart mortified by the one i love with tears was the vision blurred a cry within as never heard wandering for sanctum i reached a hearth it was in fact the warmth of your smile. - Mohit Suhasaria

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC

mohit-suhasaria

-1- HELL

yesterday i went to hell it was filled with pain yet no sorrow only a tragic path to follow left alone with a shattered heart mortified by the one i love with tears was the vision blurred a cry within as never heard wandering for sanctum i reached a hearth it was in fact the warmth of your smile. - Mohit Suhasaria

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Down the pasabag stood a young monk, according to the lore not aged more than a score his austere temple radiated the twilight, a mere glimpse of the scene could lead to the unseen you could ascend or just quietly pass by, so i went to him and asked what is it that he was tasked he simply smiled and said my task is to spread peace, not to the world but to myself. - Mohit Suhasaria

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC

mohit-suhasaria

-2- The Monk

Down the pasabag stood a young monk, according to the lore not aged more than a score his austere temple radiated the twilight, a mere glimpse of the scene could lead to the unseen you could ascend or just quietly pass by, so i went to him and asked what is it that he was tasked he simply smiled and said my task is to spread peace, not to the world but to myself. - Mohit Suhasaria

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Mohit! Why the hell is this plastic still here? You're like unconscious every moment Don't fade away your funds, stocks and shares I'm the lord and you're unfortunately a slave Mohit is a boy among thousands Who still hears the melancholy of machines He's also suffering from the only cash Since childhood till now he's a teen A boy with chronic and seasonal hunger A boy deprived of love and education Just a skeleton sticking to malnutrition He's still now involved in some substitution "Oh my sweetie! Would you tell me where you live?" Asked a kind cop after seizing the factory "I...I.....I Sir..." Unable to speak Mohit is now in orphanage He's uncomfortable with other teenagers of his age Couples came and observed him Who would adopt an unfair, shabby child like him? People passed by Years passed by Time slipped away Mohit was lost in his own grief and pain Checking his behaviour Officials transferred him to the mental hospital His sight is most common weeping and sobbing under curtains and behind rolled carpets..

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC

Surbhidadhich

The story of ..

Mohit! Why the hell is this plastic still here? You're like unconscious every moment Don't fade away your funds, stocks and shares I'm the lord and you're unfortunately a slave Mohit is a boy among thousands Who still hears the melancholy of machines He's also suffering from the only cash Since childhood till now he's a teen A boy with chronic and seasonal hunger A boy deprived of love and education Just a skeleton sticking to malnutrition He's still now involved in some substitution "Oh my sweetie! Would you tell me where you live?" Asked a kind cop after seizing the factory "I...I.....I Sir..." Unable to speak Mohit is now in orphanage He's uncomfortable with other teenagers of his age Couples came and observed him Who would adopt an unfair, shabby child like him? People passed by Years passed by Time slipped away Mohit was lost in his own grief and pain Checking his behaviour Officials transferred him to the mental hospital His sight is most common weeping and sobbing under curtains and behind rolled carpets..

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