We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.

Neither the earth glistened
In the ray of good time,
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.

Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord,
Kneeling bowing bending,
Instead of superseding sword.

Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are being slaughtered
For the sake o f honour.

Men are being burned,
Terror rules the world,
Birth, not the worth
Still fools the world.

War, the monster of iniquity
Has worn different masks.
Somewhere proving pride
Somewhere deadly tasks.

We couldn't bring the good time
The good time once you dreamt.
‘'Let us aid what we can''
We have forgotten what you meant.

You will see no more
Weapons in the world,
If my dream comes true
And the war is hurled.

Weapons ****
And weapons burn.
Weapons are terrible,
They always turn

Man into corpse.
Heaven into hell.
I have seen children
What should I tell?

In the lap of mothers,
With bleeding eyes.
Death over every one
Like a vulture flies.

Play your part,
Come and Awake!
Don't waste time.
Move and make

A weapon free world.
Without any plight
What the world would be
Without any fight.

Where peace prevails
Like a paradise
Come! come! Come!
Reach and rise.

Chivalry is not to fight in the field,
To **** the crowd and not take shield.

Nor it is to defy the death,
And try to fight till the last breadth.

Fray the foe and stay with strength,
Keeping in the chaos line and length.

It is to subdue, the soul in the plight,
And always be by the side of the right.

He who believes in fate and fall,
Never loses hope at all,
Knows in life there comes time,
When all goes wrong, nothing fine
Remains around, we feel alone,
Our heart hurts and makes us moan,
But our hope pushes us ahead,
Makes us toil, though time bad,
We fall and rise and lump and move,
Finally we find us out of groove.

May heaven help me and hail me the height,
So shall my pen be able to write,
In the honour of those whose name when we take,
It makes the mind glow and heavy hearts light.

In the honour of mothers, whom himself Lord praise,
The poor poet tries, but finds not phrase,
They never live their life, they never hesitate,
On the cost of their comforts, they their children raise.

Have they not dreams and have they not need,
Yes indeed, but they always sacrifice,
Working and waking, toiling and training,
For making the life of children nice.

Neither summer nor winter they take into account,
Their charms and choices are linked with the child.
How weary and worn out, tired and troubled,
But always for the child, mellow and mild.

We were feeble and faint, delicate dependent,
Frail in the form, crept and crippled,
Who was there, with us and always took care,
Our soul slumbered, When her love rippled.

Dear Lord, let me not, bless with wisdom,
Blessed ones are always weary in tears.
And those who ‘re blessed with the help,
Live their life without any fears.

Dear Lord, help me live within limits,
To be content with what I own.
Wish of having, much, lot and more,
Makes us mad, we always moan.

Make me strong to be much bold,
To be very kind to those who hurt.
If evil entice me to Wrangle and Revenge.
Halt me, help me to avoid and avert.

Help me to help, to those who suffer,
Make me able, to wipe away their Woes.
Enlighten my heart, to be with the truth,
to seek the strength, and forgive my foes.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Measure not the sincerity of friends,
Time will show you worth of all,
Those with you in cheers and delight,
Probably won't, answer to your call,
When you're in trouble or lagging behind,
Most of them'll fly and flee.
Lose not hope and make no mourn,
Let them go and gain their glee.
This is how heaven helps us all,
Showing the faces of foes in friends,
Driving the devious away at all,
Teaching us, training us, the life's trends.