Dear Editor, JDC , Dean ,
Fullosia Press, New York
Read my reply to your email dated – 1 Feb , 2007
You wrote- Will you patch up Brit-Irish relations as you did Anglo-Indian relations in ( Poetry -Mangal Pandey) – Cheers.
As you have called me out to patch relations
of Brit-Irish,
So Godly you are, So angel-ed is your
thoughts-n-wish,
But Dean, Who-or-how am I to patch up
Brit-Irish relations?
Microscopic scribblers like me, black ants die
with just a flick of a finger tip,
We walk in peace, alignment drawn as a
line of ink from nib,
So has to live in tolerance-n-patience, appearing as we are
all satisfied with ease,
Black harmless poetic ants should remain away from
political crown,
One stir in this political vessel can swallow us
and drown,
Moreover if political crocodiles of both countries
decide-n-feel,
They may amend their sections and
resolutions bill,
Might shoot me and hide my
mummy still,
Not in Egypt mountains-n- hills,
But in Andaman
They may hide-me and seal,
But as you have said I will try
to appeal,
To my brothers-n-sisters ,
Brit-Iris listen me please……..
Read my Anthology versed-thesis on-
Royal Raj verses Republican Raj
Britain-Ireland should stop the war ?
Part 1) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Honorable , People of Brit-n-Ire,
I agree, the memories of 17-18-19-20 Centuries
still bore or bother us,
The disputes for lands-n-languages , the real cause
still shatter us,
See I agree , I’m a blurred scribbler,, not a scrutiny scholar,
But, I try hard to understand what is wisdom? what is war?
See scribblers-n- scrawlers like me are fool, outspoken
nothing they need,
To give free suggesting is in our foolish blood,
we love to sow ‘love-seed’
I have no specific work like all of you, but loving the world
is my greed,
‘Yes poking nose’ , However, I poke nose when I kiss,
However, without poking your nose one can’t kiss with ease,
You can try……
For kissing the Godly peoples, my tongue tempts and swing,
Looking at tongue , my brilliant knees starts to think,
Seeing all these ridiculous things , my ass laugh-n- blink,
My heart try to stop them , but fails and ultimately sink ,
Then my head put tremendous efforts nerve goes red-n-pink,
And start to sing such foolish rhymes,
Time-n-Again…..
Unless any new Crown stop to conquer again
the world,
Would remain colonies, protectorates, and dominions
in many nations unsolved,
And if puppet state, satellite state of past
still stay on hold,
Poor people of land would remain sold,
Or if Royal Raj continues to suppress the
Republican’s feeling,
No part of two countries would recover,
undergo healing,
‘Royal Raj’ should stop to sustain other countries
treasures-n-gold,
‘Royal Raj’ should stop eating munching burgers of
racism rolled,
And if not, Rising-n-rebellions would blast ,whether
stay children, young or old,
Time-n-again Mangal Pandey, Patrick Pearse
would rise,
If the ‘Royal Wise’ will keep differences sting-n-bias
which disturb distort-n-divide, everyone’s life,
Big Brother should cautionly cash on TRP of Indian Black Beauty
Shilpa Shetty ?
Colonist White Raciest should not avoid to drink water
From the hand of non-native,
Slumed-n-dumped Indian should not be disgraced as
non-etiquette-y ?
New Bhagat Singh soul will erupt form the
republican party ,
If Gandhi will be thrown out of train, one more will once
again get ready
This next gen mahatma would erupt and now not suggest a
non-violence party,
Many such Griffith would keep on rebelling
around the world,
Martyrdom souls today had forgiven
Royal Crowned Brit,
But the time has come the rajas should
now get mould a bit,
Absolute Democracy should be the new mantra of the
entire world,
Now how do some off springs forget traces of blood
in Ireland old?
As they believes, still live in past, still believed we are
slaved-n-sold,
Scars of Irish Republican Father Wolfe Tone, should heal
Sentiments of Robert-n-Russell are in his followers, they
rebels, still feel-n-deal,
They still feel in dreams, their heroes rage, history
tales inherited injected and paged,
How their martyrs struggled, executed, shot, disgraced,
caged-n-graved?
For martyrs followers no Jesus, Ram, Mohemad, Buddha
can heal-n-sooth their scar,
All sweets of worldly heavens for them may appear
bitter-n-sour, ( bekar = useless)
I agree, the memories of 17-18-19-20 Centuries still bother us,
The dispute is for lands-n-languages, racism is the real fuss,
But………
(Scribbled on Feb2, 2007 around midnight 12.30 am to 1.00 am )
Naresh Sonee
Continued ………
Part 2) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Will You keep us Royal or Republic ?
Good Friday endorsed in Belfast
You see,
Today Protestant of Ireland are happy to be in
United Kingdom land,
Catholic want to be unified with the Republic of Ireland
in their home land,
Predominantly Nationalists are not exclusively
Roman Catholic,
Unionists were predominantly but not universally
Protestantic,
Some believe they are descendants of
English and Scottish settlers,
It appear from history some are keen ruler, some slaves,
some strugglers-n-battlers,
So, blur ‘thinker’ like me can only spell self
opinion and write,
Eunuch poet like me cannot hold a pen properly
So how can I grip weapon to fight,
Writers have no power to act as
Saddam-n-Bush, ( f**k)
Scribblers like me have no work other then too
shake-n-look,
At own head, own heart , own self,
thoughts-n-acts,
How could we deny to erase the
historical facts?
So Brilliant readers of my foolish verses
‘think’,
Till this blurred verses scribbler try to joint
British-Irish Link.
(Scribbled on Feb2, 2007 around midnight 12.30 am to 1.00 am )
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Part 3) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Listen the bell - Alarm of God ?
When histories were created by our
yester pious religions,
When histories were created by our
yester political regions,
There lived many senti-kings, mothers-n-fathers,
menti-queens, mothers-n-fathers,
Followers of parties did heard in herds, just took
their orders,
May be mugged or rigged, spread in deed senti-n-menti
speeches-n-discourses,
May they be from past or present known or unknown
sources,
But they do got injected-n-included in
followers courses,
They obeyed to ace as ass, ran away far
few horses,
If you are any of two just choose-n-prove
Follow any race,
If you still believe in race,
Are you feeling ace?
Then why you show your
dual Royal-O-Rebublic face,
Just listen to your inner voice , support it and
well, sport the race,
Even then all sane mind should try,
come together,
Every global citizen has responsibility to spread
peace, prosperity in global weather,
A poet mind spells transparent truth-even if he is made to
suffer-in-hell,
A rational poet will not fear to scream loud,
sing -n-bell,
If he feel his spiritual appeal is for betterment
for the world,
No wealth can buy a poet’s mind with any amount of
diamonds-n-gold,
So poet of every country, support this black ant, a scrawler,
not a scholar,
Support the world for peace , listen to this small scribbler,
not like you taller,
Executions or murders,
Dictators’s orders,
Can never deter a poet’s mind,
A true poet for the entire world always adhere logical kind,
I know I am not a true poet.
I must be pretending might,
But atleast let my try ….
Allow me to imitate and scribble quite,
Like an expert seasoned poet, right ,
Without instigating revenge-n-riot,
But bowing to every human respect-n- rights,
Though I am not abled-n-efficient as one of you or them,
Even then I’ll try to act as poet , scribble some rhymes-n-game,
If you can spare some time……..
Follow me…….with or without wine,
But do , avoid the Brit-Irish crimes,
Till then, just glance-n-enjoy these rhymes
Part 4) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
We are British-Irish let’s come together
Presently this is God’s wish ?
No war, No hatred, Why revenge more?
Only love, Only understanding, Please adore,
We are British-Irish on God’s land
Let’s come together, trump Jesus’s band,
Kissing, holding each other hand,
Let’s take sun bath in each other’s sand,
For progress, peace and betterments,
Life is uncertain so only good, godly entertainments,
Good Friday memorandum was sincerely best,
Mutual referendum of Belfast may satisfy caste rest,
But ethical understanding is each other’s respect,
It reflects from practical doings, actual act-n-facts,
Let us see who do , who ?
Let us see how voters get woo?
But my dear Irish-n-Brit friends, Once for all let’s come together,
Let’s love like doves, peaking each other feather,
Every day, every months merge as white peaceful weather,
Storms, volcanoes, earthquakes, famine, hurricane blasts,
deter us no terror,
(Scribbled on Feb3, 2007 around midnight 11.30 am to 12.30 am )
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Part 5) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s epic
Rise-n-Rebellion of 1798
Let’s celebrate in life with girl friends boy friends & wives
but….
Forgive-n-Forget the past incidence-n-accidents,
Who bashed? who banged,? where it bulged ? where it bents?
Scrap, they all are today, far past, only read-n-enjoy histories,
Let us grow once again, Brit-Ire, Let us grow like ‘love trees’,
You see, we have same color of blood , sister-n-brother,
So let’s have fun caring, curing one another,
What we did before-n-after seventeen century,
True, There stay witness your’s and mine history,
But at the end of though, we all are human ,
After death, no body king, no body queen, say ‘Amen’
Jesus advocated these wisdoms,
Brit-n-Ire , should adhere equal norms,
Must perish away poor or prince, mother-n-son,
Here in the world, we are all ‘wealth of common’,
Mystical spells of John Dee’s forecast are today graved in Mortlake,
Prince-n-People today live-n-love, empathy for each other sake,
Gone are the day of primitive dufers , they deserved ‘ass race’,
Wise Royals are those who have ‘moral empathical face’,
Nice Royals are those who look selves and others with equal eyes,
Face who drip tears first for poor and for them share-n-sacrifice,
If you have such faces, worship them ,
If such faces ignore your needy tears, let them shame, don’t aim,
But you the pious people of Brit-Ire throw your hatred in Thames,
Don’t allow political conny people who do murder of peace in your names,
You have no choice just bear-n-keep such ugly odd,
Tolerate, sustained such faces in Madam Tussaud,
And await the ballots and vote,
Don’t get cut like pigs-n-goats,
But why fight like jungle animals ?
Crocodiles-n-snakes don’t understand heaven-n-hells,
You are Protestants, You are Ireland Catholic,
He is Unionist, She is Nationalist, They are Roman Catholic,
Forget all , Just love each other like dove,
Jesus is one, God is one , Why to have ‘fight for fun’,
‘Fight for Fun’ is for political gains,
Religion means cult-n-caste, blood in veins,
‘Fight for Fun’ is for political game,
Ethics means sinless, pure, empathy same,
(Scribbled on Feb 3, 2007 around midnight 3.50 am to 4.30 am )
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Part 6) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Appeal from one like you
Centuries ago your grand pa raped my grand mother,
Centuries ago your ancestor uncle and your father,
Had raped my ancestor’s grand aunt and mother,
So anyhow, any way, today I become you colonial or cousin brother,
So what ? Let’s forget, Let’s forgive, Let’s enjoy today togather,
Let us not calculate what your’s or mine grand pa-ma did?
Let us not ask who ruled ? Who sowed ? who reaped ? Who greed ?
Let us not ask how Patrick Pearse rose-n-revolt in 1916 ?
Let us not research why he was influenced by Cúchulainn?
‘Blood Passion Play’ of Pearses’ brothers’
Along with the other loyal fourteen brothers
Was indeed of course all un forgettable sacrifice,
Must such martyrdoms soul for ever rest in peace,
"Sinn Féin rebellion", was engine, the first wagon Griffith,
From this engine and thereafter joint , many wagons rails,
Smoke in air of old coal-n-stream engine today got split-n-shift,
Hurdles noses of new generations, who work hard and gift,
To accelerate-n-elevate Next Gen Industrial revolution that suffer to rift ?
How they invent-n-make new cool tube trains and aero to fly-n-shift?
But if one Laden rebel-n-blast this new generation train-n-plane, scrap Bin,
Will Mangal Panday or Pádraig Pearse love to revolt-n-gain from such fatwa sin?
Fenian was great world know, circumstances differed, time ago,
Easter Rising was fought, but now let us all equally bow,
Pardon each other, now live as ever friend, as we were never foe,
Among next generation, old hatred seeds why should we again sow ?
Let us not research, condemn or recommend
Who honored ? Who aimed ? Who blamed ? Who shamed ?
Who sowed ? Who grew ? Who reaped ? such violence seed,
Let us not degrade what my grand uncle-n-aunt sowed as weed ?
Let us not guilt me or you, We are whose creed-n-breed ?
I promise, In me there is no intention to haunt, taunt or greed,
Pardon my old generation if my fore fathers had disobeyed your’s,
Pardon my next generation if my fore fathers had betrayed your’s,
Pardon my past generation if my fore fathers had killed your’s,
Pardon my new generation if my forefathers had raped your’s,
Forgive me please, Let us love and God promise , our love will never cease ,
My loving Sisters-n-Brothers , We all are Brit-Irish please,
I want to kiss your forehead-n-feets, Come close with ease,
We are infinite flakes naturally glued-n-wrapped as in one onion,
If anyone try to peel us , The first flake will be of British,
The next flake if he peel will turn out Irish,
The next Brit, the next Irish, So Jesus, let we remain as one ‘United Onion’,
One Republican of United Kingdoms, without terror-n-horror unions,
One who try to cut this ‘One United Onion’ will weep,
One who will sow hatred-n-harassing seeds will get sweep ,
Centuries ago your grand pa raped my grand mother,
But today why we make such hue-n-cry, Let’s love-n-share, live togather ,
(Scribbled on Feb3, 2007 around morning 5.10 am to 5.55 am )
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Part 7) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Like Jesus let’s behave cute, well mannered-n-cultured
I see in you Jesus my dear friend,
Let’s amend,
From today we are not foes to offend,
We both are now flexible, not rigid so easily will bend,
Ego-n-Attitude I have burnt with my love for you,
For petty matters of religion-n-region, I will never sue,
Even you agree, Pontius Pilate was a shame,
But in Biblical-epics we have to take this cruel name,
Along with Jesus will the governor’s name remain,
But dear British-Irish was judgment of Pilate sane?
So judging deeds of Pontius are gone with him,
Deed of Jesus we sing in discourses-n-hymns,
So let us act like Jesus, tolerance-n-empathy,
Never allow self to become Pilate, omen judged entity,
Never get coached to shout against any innocent Jesus
Of next time as Pharisees and Sadducees did as fighty fuss,
No governor should do one side trial on any Son of God
as Pilate did to our only Son of Lord,
So I appeal my Brit-Irish friends ,
Let us not fight as quarreling kids
So friend even from me….
There is nothing from me, you to fear,
Friend , I just want to apology mere ,
I promise I would love your cult-n-culture with true care,
Believe me friend, I am in love with you , You all are dear,
Oh friends, Tell me if you’ll are near,
One by one, I want to kiss your fetts-n-forehead mere,
Let’s celebrate each other’s feasts together ?
Forgetting who is British Sister ? Who is here Irish Brother?
Tell me. if today still I play with terror or horror,
Would revenge-n-rape your sisters-n-mother ?
Then what is the difference in Bin’s terror and me?
Yes in your eyes, in everyone eyes, really Jesus I see,
So let us come close , have love, my sister-n-brother,
Hatred, harm , revenge is hopeless sin, bothers rather,
Let us joint together celebrate Good Fridays-n-Easters,
Ape ages are past away, we are now no men-eaters,
Let’s cultured amicably become Mr’s & Mr,
Or let’s reverently seriously become brother-n-sister,
In past we may be fox-n-snake, crocodiles-n-vultured,
But today we all are cute, well mannered-n-cultured,
(Scribbled on Feb4, 2007 around morning 6.10 am to 7.05 am )
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Part 8) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Who is who ? I’m Irish or British or just foolish ?
What’s your view ?
Yes - You are Irish – I am British ?
No - You are British – I am Irish ?
Caste-creed-cult, region-religion-race make us feverish,
Is hatred-n-revenge God’s creative wish ?
May be my skin, tongue talk-n-taste differ your’s,
But look my blood color is exactly dark red like your’s,
I have same mix emotions, love, rage , what you have,
Erase hatred, jealousy, become sage; greed virus, Why to save ?
We must save love-n-harmony, it’s sure nectar-n-honey,
Soul evaporates, hatred remain here, wealth-n-money,
He is die hard Indian, She is die hard Muslim- Why ?
He is Tibetan , China hate Buddhist - true, lie ? we die ? Seer shy ,
He is with Bush, She is with Laden, They are with Saddam,
I worship Jesus, I obey Mohamed , I beg Buddha , I pray Ram,
Yes - You are Irish – I am British ?
No - You are British – I am Irish ?
But Godly - Can we yet love-n-Kiss ?
Yes - You are Irish – I am British ?
No - You are British – I am Irish ?
Competition ? Human Race ? Was this every private God’s wish ?
They were peace lover, helper indeed, not at all quarrelish ,
Caste-n-cult, region-n-religion make the world feverish,
But, What’s poor - Jesus’s , Ram’s, Mohemed’s wish ?
Let’s ask Nanak, Mahaveer, Tao , what we miss ?
Love-n-sacrifice, Understanding-n-Empathy, Tolerance, peace-That is,
Hate-n- War ? Creator-or-Destructor? Love-n-Kiss ?
Should we hate ? should we kiss ? Must we debate ?
Past un seen memories ? All Cease ? Should we rate ?
Let us all celebrate on this global hall, meet-n-mate,
Love means loyalty, life , laugh; No wall, Open your private religious gate,
I’m Asian, I’m Arabian , I’m African, I’m British , I’m Irish,
Allah-Ishwar-God says – ‘All rubbish’ – Don’t tease,
Was mere ‘Love’ was their wish,?
So bring your forehead near, dear, Allow me to kiss,
They the unseen of yester years, heard-n-felt mystic Gods,
No one was cheat, no one was dacoit, no one was fraud,
They said ‘You kiss me , I kiss you,
You worship everyone, I bliss you’,
Asian, African, Arabian , American , Irish, Israel, Jewish, British
World envy? Tease us ? Think ? Don’t behave culty bullish,
Fighting like immature troubling like kids of shifting moods,
Are we born premature babies, always complaining blurred broods ,
So, Let us kiss each other, rather,
If not marry, let us act sister-r-brother,
Why to create, repeat horror, hatred of histories?
Why to destroy love, messages, teachings of saints, seers-n-sufis ?
Messengers-n-Messiahs were sane , never ever wrong,
So Godly, so creative, so lively were their deeds, hymns-n-song,
They dealt with reasons as per that particular times,
Only they were interested to erase the jungly crimes,
If Ram was there, Hadn’t He loved brother Mohammed ?
If Buddha was there , Hadn’t He saved brother Jesus head?
Sane Jews, Israel, Persion, Asian, African, Arabian, Europeans,
Canadians, Americans, Irish, British ,
Obey Jesus of Nazareth without fuss, with brains,
So today why we live in our grand ancestors curse?
Repeating same mistake that did our memories worse,
Let we treat history as past suspense-n- mystery ?
Let us enjoy today while the whole world is free,
It’s true , facts indeed cannot be denied or destroyed,
It’s true , past can’t be turned null-n-voids,
Rage-n-riots, Furious-n-fights,
Such person in Jesus’s list remain out of sight,
Somebody in past must had ruled by sense or nonsense,
Somebody in past was slaved-n-raged by fence or offence,
Past is past, today why should we godly human take revenge ?
Hatred is past, But only with ‘present of love’ future will change,
Love is cheery cherio, blissy, beautiful , wonderful life,
Hatred is divorce, a cunning war, a deadly splitting knife,
All Christians become one, All Protestants become one,
All Mohemedians become one, All Hindus become one,
All Buddhists become one, All Sikhs become one,
Every global religions joint- just chill-Get combined have FUN,
BE ONE every religion is non-sense ,
If they have walls or fence,
Real religion………
Use no stinging words or weapons wars,
Open your head-n-heart doors,
Change your color code , Become transparent from core,
Otherwise next generation would bear the heat, get tired-n-tore,
All is past history, now please stop curious queries,
Who killed whom? Who worshiped whom ? Stop all such enquiries ?
Worship every religious-n-regional Gods who are sane,
Love every religious-n-regional Gods who don’t give pain,
Pain in the form of terror, Insane in the form of spreading horror,
Love every God who bring wisdom, happiness, health, erase sorrow,
What is the fault of Saddam or Bush children-n-wives ?
If they are found innocent , Why we kill them with guns-n-knives ?
Was Bush right ? Was wrong Saddam ?
But do Dictators has right to bomb public airports,
rails, trains, property-n-home?
Why a Ruler should be allowed to destroy power house, peoples,
hospitals or dam?
The bombers on innocent people in history
is always recorded as shame,
What mine father or your grand pa-ma did, Today why should we worry ?
Let us love each other, past hatred history we should in present bury,
For well being of next generations,
For well being of all nations
My wealth, my property, my shares,
Would always remain here, But I will vanish in air,
My religion, My nation , My God , My sword,
Will bleed you-n-me, Cut all such odd, suggest God,
Just unite, Don’t fight,
No one can reach God’s height,
Ask your self what is right?
Oh! Brit-Irish Children of Jesus Don’t fight.
(Scribbled on Feb4, 2007 around morning 10.10 am to 11.05 am )
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Part 9) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s Epic
Why Histories are sustained ?
Histories are not sustained to settle old score,
Neither maintained to fury, fight, fright at core,
If my father was a pimp , may be my mother-n-aunts all whores ?
But, Why you are destroying today innocent frog-n-fishes in
every sea-n-shores?
Me or You have no practical experiences of memories,
So their past burning , agony how or why must we feel ?
Memories of anguish are buried along with our ancestors’ soul,
hardly we can visualize their seen,
Some time we read history, sometime grand parents tales,
Sometime we see drama, sometime we observe viewing stage or reels,
Sometime we see past archeology at museum of wales,
Films-n-Novels are professionally made only to hit sales,
Actors in reels are reels, not at all real,
Story teller compose, become directors tail,
Projecting History of reels for professional gains,
We emotionally feel the history pains,
The actor enjoys we glue on seat to glare,
Historical facts all un real, we worry-n-care,
The politician-n-diplomatic actor earn, enjoy and sleep,
We make rally, break windows, halt traffic and weep,
So…….
What our ancestors suffered or blessed, Who would heal?
We only dream, fictions as facts our head-n-heart feel,
Before feeling for grand ancestors ,
Let us feel for our coming generations,
Let us spread love-n-harmony in entire world ,
nations after nations,
Histories are all records to feel-n-balance readers mind,
Believe, they are all creations-n-destructions of human kind,
To check, amend, improve further, but bad act we must never rewind,
Try to heal-n-cure every head-n-heart, world’s future try to bind,
So that human never mistakes, move again dumb-n-blind,
Past histories, mysterious are just preserved-n-written
not at all to hammer human and grind,
Examples of histories are just given to move ‘wisely-n-nicely’
for the uses of future creative minds,
But we religious-n-regional human read history to search
hatred-n-revenge points.
Democrats-n-Dictators reappears in history
Democrats-n-Dictators - Bush or Saddam ,
Time-n-again , appeared-n-reappeared,
But should not America or Iraq people,
Be loved, helped , cared, cured and spared ?
Should the suffering people of both countries
Be pierced, pinched or punished ?
Should the suffering people of both countries
Be calmed , caressed or cured ?
For their parents destroying dare-n-deeds they hadn’t done,
For their furious fear-n-fury, wasn’t either country men’s fun
Saneful mind apply logics-n-ethics, Think,
Before our sentimental heart dies or blink,
What’s are today’s trends and need ?
Should we revenge, rage, jealous, greed ?
Should the next generation eat,
From the same platter, get treat,
Throw the old decayed cooking, get new seeds
See, the frozen foods are full of hatred weeds,
Why the future of any country pay past pensions?
Why the people of two countries permanently remain in tensions?
May they be hatred of past Dictator’s or Dynasty’s deeds ?
Destroy all grand ancestors plants that prick, pierce as weeds ?
Why ‘apples of love’ shouldn’t grow in Adam’s jungle,
Why British boy must not love-n-laugh with Irish girl ?
Question is not who conquered, who slaved ? who was at fault ?
Question is not who cheated , grabbed, ditched, blamed, who revolt ?
Easter Rebellion? Western Battalian ?
Northern ragging ? Southern begging ?
Was or Is ? Rise-n-fall predetermined by God or human ?
Should we never sin, but breed, reap love as women or men ?
Present has made something past,
No body know till when this present will last,
Utilize this present in best form,
One move may make you deform,
Every breath has Godly cost,
No body wins, no body lost,
Every present deeds will reflect in future needs,
Or say every present deeds will reflect in future deeds,
Every country should grow rich by deeds and not cult-n-caste,
Destruction is devil works, so grow with creativeness, swift-n-fast,
Without complaining, complicating, confusing,
Without cunningness, confiscating, but compromising,
Compete each other with creations rather than destruction,
Delete hatred, revenge , jealous , anger , fractions,
Let the whole world watch ,
Joint the UN for beautiful peaceful construction,
British-Irish are couple of love full of harmony, patience,
British-Irish, Cupid of love are without hatred, terror, tensions,
Will set examples grand children of these two sweet cute nations,
Will merge-n-mingle for love-n-peace British-Irish with tolerance, patience,
Purely in all seasons,
Purely in every reasons,
Brit-Irish means, empathy wise children of Jesus,
So, in the name of the Father, In the name of the Son,
I plead to all people, kneel and cease with ease,
Meditating for The Almighty Holy Spirit,
Joint your hands, spell ‘Amen’ , please,
I appeal,
As violence is no solution, only votes are,
Do not disturb peace of land , Don’t break home-n-cars,
Royal wise do have ears,
It’s true from God they fears,
Very soon in world every voice will go republic,
No slave, No royal will live carrying mind of sick,
Everybody on earth will live for each other,
Loyal husband-n-wife, sincere sister-n-brother,
Will love children to their parents Irish or British,
Will love parents to their children British or Irish,
Let us make-n-respect an ‘One International Law, United Global Authority,
Which would look inward to every international security of world society,
Let us accelerate each other economical developments,
Let us elevate social progress with ballet-n-debates,
Without bombs-n-bullets,
No quarrels , No fights,
Equally we should sanction-n-disburse, follow every human rights,
Let us love-n-share every goods of every religion-n-region,
Let us fly without tickets, without passports like free doves-n-pigeons,
Individual freedom is must , But universal wisdom full reasons are true essence,
I know my words and phrases of this foolish epic,
Are not enough to bring the countries to a wisdom pick,
Neither my crazy scribbles would play sort of trick,
But do real spirituals leave their religion?
And do real spiritual love every religion?
Spiritual God whispers in me –
Yes every present breath of mine see-
One day the whole world will go Republic,
No, Prince- No Pauper, everyone will become democratic,
Republic-n-Democratic not by changing names of streets-n-states,
Republic-n-Democratic not by installing or erasing walls-n-gates,
But World must become one, no countries with bomb-n-guns,
There will be no passport to meet foster father or son,
Like free birds we will fly-love-n-fun,
Sanctioning to all, individual rights,
Disbursing godly love, wisdom of heights,
Will love each other, every human,
Wisdom, Wealth, Health, Happiness will be shared common,
No man will ditch woman, No woman will ditch man,
No British will ditch Irish, No Indian will ditch Mohammedan,
No Irish will kill British, No Mohammedan will kill Indian,
Amri, Afri, Afgi,Austri,
Iraqi, Irani,Israeli, jerusi, jews,
Paki,Phili,Pharsi, Korei,Gulfy,
Tibei,Chini, Japi,Indi,Burmi,Nepli,
will all come together for love-n-peace ,
Make our Mother earth without red,only green,
Sorry - I know I was dreaming-n-scribbling all foolish thoughts-n-rhymes,
I apology to the world.
Let’s go for the war please………………
(Scribbled on Feb 4, 2007 around morning 2.10 pm to 3.30 pm )
Naresh Sonee
Part 10) British-Irish Relations in Naresh Sonee’s epic
to be continued ?
Patrick Pearse Soul forget-n-forgives
And now I speak, being full of enlightened vision;
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people's name,
In the name of the father , In name of the son,
In the name of the Holy Spirit- Jesus name , Amen,
As you know today I ‘m no more ,
But I know my followers still adore,
And of course my soul today rest in peace,
As today no one is masters on my people to cease,
I say to my people that they are holy,
I bless you all to remain always jubilant-n-jolly,
You are today august, free from chains,
Our sacrifices has not gone to veins,
We have become greater since, my death past,
And today we should forgive-n-forgot the past,
We have sacrificed, We see sign of improve,
We should not sting on past scars and let all groove,
We-n-They are Jesus’s blood, above creed, color , cult and caste,
No more revenge, no more terror-n-blast,
Jesus of course time-n-again hold you all stronger and purer, Let for the sake of God forget-n-forgive and love those people, For us and them He died naked, suffering shame. And I say to my people's there are no masters now
I knew they have understood our need, after they did my execution,
Surely Irish Republic is our greed , But now let my people amicably solve,
Not with blood-n-battle but with votes-n-ballots of course,
May now time take the self course,
Dear British now don’t be afraid of the thing that came, is past , my risen-n-rebelled people,
As we know you are amicably sharing things,As you know that law is stronger than life And you heartly understood than men's desire to be free? Today my soul bless every British-n-Irish who can never affordbullied and bribed, tyrants, hypocrites, liars,
Let now Brit-n-Irish accelerate-n-elevate with wisdom-n-transparency
higher-n-higher.
God bless U all Brit-n-Irish people of Free United Kingdom.
From Your
Patrick Pearse
I whispered all these in the author’s dream,
Naresh Sonee
Read also original versed version of Patrick Pearse.
Author’s wish and aim is to unite every religion of the world. Knowledge hungry readers can go through many of such thoughts of Naresh Sonee Sohum Sutra. Many opinions of him are not only ‘eyes raising but are also -NEVER HEARD INFO or yet forbidden info’. Moreover such may benefit every religions/atheists -and perhaps could be recommended for overall Global human welfare may they be religions of today’s or next generation. Meanwhile, ignore the language skills or popularity of ‘the man in question’ and review his thoughts (contents only). Curious readers may open these link below if they are interested to find more about the author …..
GLOBAL GOD DAYS DECLARED ……news
http://newmexico.indymedia.org/news/2006/11/4753.php
A NEW GOD IN MAKING - TIME GOD …… news
http://www.indymedia.org/fr/2006/11/874470.shtml
sites……
http://worship-time-god.tripod.com/
UPDATED UNIVERSAL SPIRITUALISM
http://global-spiritualism.tripod.com/id4.html
COW MILK – MORAL OR SIN ?http://vegetarians-cows.blogspot.com/
ON JESUS
http://poemhunter.com/poem/he-never-had-fun-like-us/
Notability in Hindi language- News reviews on prominent Indian news papers
http://brhmaandpujan-news-reviews.tripod.com
Brhmaand Pujan Free book available on site
http://brhmaandpujanbook.tripod.com
Naresh Sonee’s …Other articles could be searched on search engines
http://allreligionsmeaningless.blogspot.com/
http://timegodtookbirth.blogspot.com/
http://allreligionsgodsdays.blogspot.com/
http://burymythssuperstitions.blogspot.com/
http://forbiddenreligionfromtheworld.blogspot.com/
http://what-is-brhmaand-pujan.blogspot.com/
http://vegetarians-cows.blogspot.com/
http://what-god-want.blogspot.com/
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