No matter if you lose sight and see not,
But what to those who vision clear claim,
Can see pebbles in the children’s hands,
Cannot see bombs dropping over them.

The burning bodies of toddlers,
Painful bleeding mothers’ eyes,
Mean nothing to them, neither rubble,
Of collapsed houses and the deafening cries.

But they do say, children’s protest annoying,
Slogans raised for freedom blackest crime,
Without any slightest feeling of shame,
They say they do it to wash away the grime.

The so-called champions of the human rights,
Silent with dead conscience and lost insight,
Are the black mole on the face of humanity,
Instead of lessening misery augmenting plight.

Honour to those who always fight,
For their land and for their right.
They feel pain of the humankind,
Anywhere in the world if they find,
Any misery or humans in trouble,
They raise their voice out of rubble
Of unconscious heap of human souls,
Look into the death’s eyes with dare,
They ever think and never care,
Of their own lives; but the people’s plight
And raise their hate to haul the height.
Against all atrocities which forcibly compel
Suffering human beings to crush and quell
Let’s join them for the sake of humanity
For the sake of honour to avoid vanity
To make miserable world a peaceful place
With no feelings of bias, blood and race.

Life is no doubt
But a teacher stern.
In its own way
It makes us learn,
The value of things
Which we do own,
By depriving us
Of them and moan.
It seems beautiful,
Yes it is indeed,
Until we strictly
Follow its creed

It is no doubt no matter for love,
To be bold and face, though frail, fray.
Of adversity, asperity, power and proud,
Love though lone, can never be a prey.

Chains and bounds of so-called norms,
Can easily be broken by love profound.
When love wants, dreams come true,
It has remained always unbound.

No tactics of tyrants, no plights of power,
Has ever subdued love unfettered.
Whoever wrangled to sully it or slay,
Love never is defeated, remained bettered.

No monarchy can mold love, neither tyranny,
Towards their side and find any favour.
Yes, but if one wants to win love with love,
Can subdue and surmount with no endivour.

No matter how slow we begin to move,
But if the pace is paced, in the right direction,
Sooner or later we are due, to be rewarded
With what we wanted - our destination.

Our destination, may be, far, far away,
Inch by inch, bit by bit, but we move.
Must not withdraw without being afraid,
All the obstacles, surely, will nature remove.

In the course of our struggle we might be alone,
We may lose hope if we lose aiming at the goal.
Moving and marching, aiming and advancing,
Will make up our mind and strengthen our soul.

Out in the world, tales tell us, those who sleep
They neither reach anywhere, nor get anything.
And those who keep on moving, though tortoise,
Always win the race and victorious songs sing.

We must not afraid, of fortune or fate,
Keeping in our mind, it favoures the brave.
"Despair is dangerous", must be our motto,
Success goes to them, who keep on and crave.

When all the doors you pass are shut,
And all the roads you travel are blocked,
When the life seems to be dump and dull,
And the luck seems to be locked.

Leave not the rope of the hope,
Even if you so feeble feel,
Make your mind and call your courage,
It brings in the brain zest and zeal.

Have not you heard the spider's struggle,
That showed the path to Bruce the king,
Who thought and fought to gain his glory,
That made him finally the lord of the ring.

No man on earth can deny and dare,
Duty to dust and fight to fair,
for tales tell us if there were a few,
Brought death over them in despair.

Make not a wall between the bread,
And those who die of hunger,
You won't find a hiding place,
If they make their mind and lunger.