Life At Obelisk
Through the flood we shall rise and float
On tenterhooks of tomorrow(s)
We shall abide beyond the gallows
Of each daybreak, ours to calculate
Life, on the gigantic obelisk we etched
As history have our joys and sorrows
On the walls of each steeple chamber
There the tale goes engraved on marbles
Embroidered on silky clothes of kings
By bare hands and simple weapons
On the jars of blood, we reached to day
Molded us people in silver and clay
We may be buried underground
Still peace may not be found
It may not look good and sound
We have to make show all-round
We shall rise from dangerous grave
Lay our lives with front very brave
Let nature’s fury take heavy toll
We shall float and make ourselves roll
History will not show and repeat
Past may not be worthy to remember and sweet
Still we will see and make it memorable
Any efforts to undermine always are deplorable
Precious lives may be lost
Relation may sour and frost
We may be buried underground
Still peace may not be found
It may not look good and sound
We have to make show all-round
We shall rise from dangerous grave
Lay our lives with front very brave
Let nature’s fury take heavy toll
We shall float and make ourselves roll
History will not show and repeat
Past may not be worthy to remember and sweet
Still we will see and make it memorable
Any efforts to undermine always are deplorable
Precious lives may be lost
Relation may sour and frost
We may bid good bye up to gallows
Sacrifices to be made and principles followed
For better tomorrow we may shed our blood
Sprits may not be washed amidst grave flood
We may swim and reach the coast
To celebrate victory with wine and toast
We shall simply not die
Not to loose sight and never to lie
Let us be out of tenterhook
Names must appear in martyr’s book
We will rewrite our own achievement
History may witness holy movement
Nation may be built on sound foundation
Brave sons of soil may find names and commendation
Each page will contain sorrows
Words may speak of bright tomorrow
Wide angles with views not narrow
Resolutions firm and aims as arrows
catrina..........hasmukh
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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