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A man like this,
Who sacrifices his entire life
for the betterment of our country
uniting whole nation.
Who reached his goal
digesting every tension.
India become independent
without any war,
without any aggression.
It is only possible due to such a great son
He is our ‘Bapuji’ , father of our nation.

A man like this 
Who spent his life
wearing a six feet ‘dhoti’,
eating food of a common man,
walking miles & miles by foot,
talking the secret of non-violence,
brought our independence
spending life in the prison,
defeated our enemy without any gun.
He is our ‘Bapuji’ , father of our nation.

A man like this,
Who was a man dressed god.
Didn’t need any post 
Even after our freedom.
 Still, we could not able to feel
the heart of a sacred idol.
Could not able to read
the message of a sacrosanct soul.
Who struggled entire life for our freedom,
he was  shot dead by a blind  Indian son ,
He is our  ‘Bapuji’ , father of our nation.
This poem is written to commemorate our great freedom fighter & father of our nation ‘Mahatma Gandhi’.

Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

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She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...

She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...

She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..

Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture 
Zest enough to face the whole world..

Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...

© O. E. Guillermo

Sponsor	Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name	a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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            AT HOME

It is a long time; I left home.
   It was dark and there were no streetlights.
      I thought to live better life far away from my home 
       And failed to come back.
      My home was valueless to me
      It looked like a village yesterday, 
     It is a simple town today, 
And it will be like a paradise in the future.
The bees bit my brothers 
And sisters when they were looking for the queen bees.
They worked hard to develop farming.
      Yesterday it was traditional farming, 
       Today I can hear about modern farming, 
       Harvest honey from the backyard beehives 
     Without stressing the bees,
   The drinkers start drinking real lemon juice 
And proper honey in warm water.
At home,
Life is hard everywhere; 
Living with the bees, 
   It is so hard. 
      Life is like the game, 
        Life is hard work, strength is life, 
        But the weakness is death. 
     It is better to die in the field – battle. 
   A man who does not remember his motherland,
He is a slave.
I feel shame to go back home; 
I feel that everyone is talking 
About me behind my back
   And no one like me.
    Many people heard about the development of
    My mother country, and they wished them well. 
    They are ready to crown the first winner.
   Many people compare me to a lazy man
Who abandoned his native soil.
Friends learn how to find 
The hidden treasure
In your hometown.

By Alfonso II Warally. Chris

Copyright © Alfonso II Warally Chris | Year Posted 2017