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
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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