Rung Mandla for Peace

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Take all the colours of Rung Mandla and make Peace on earth:

May this season sparkle and shine, may all of your wishes and dreams come true, and may you feel this happy validation every day in life.

Wishing all peace, joy, and all the best for everybody.

 

To Mother

.PEACE ON EARTH.

By Surjeet Kalsey

No More War!
Common people are being killed
everyday everywhere in the world
Paris, Syria, Lebanon, Afghanistan,
Egypt, Israel, India and Pakistan
name any country –
not the rulers, not the policy makers
not the order holders, not the rulers!
This is not the war of eye-for-eye even
This is a war waged by an intoxicated
blind power of one country to hold
its power over other countries
to deplete their wealth and
to bleed their resources and to sell their
own firearms and ammunition, tanks
machine guns and expensive war jets.
It is a war of world market of war toys!
War kills innocent people – children, women
old civilians and hundreds of soldiers!
And no one is listening that
War leaves millions mothers heart broken
and makes millions widows and orphans
and brings heart wrenching disasters
and sickening poverty and diseases.
The world was listening when he said:
“We Can” when came in power
the world was energized with his two words
as the world was listening his voice.
But why can’t Obama say – “No More War”
to bring PEACE on this earth!

Because war is a profitable business
doesn’t matter how many innocent people
are being sacrificed every day.

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One Zero Zero Justice – Komagata Maru!

It is going to be a century soon
Komagata Maru, a mighty ship
From the West appeared
on the surface of the ocean
in 1914 sometimes in June
near Vancouver’s sea shore
with 376 Indians were on board.

After a long sea sickening journey
their faces lit up they felt thrilled
and their hearts started dancing
once they saw the birds were chirping,
the air was fragrant with vegetation
and a glimpse of soil was shining there!
The tardiness of the long journey
disappeared for a moment

The next moment all the glow
Turned yellow when they saw
the troops holding their guns
towards the ship ordering them
to return right away in the same
waters they came from.

The starved, restless, sleepless
Tormented passengers of
the Komagata Maru were sent back
after 75 days’ legal battle arguing over
the legitimacy and illegitimacy of
human lives in distress, hunger and sickness.
Most passengers when reached Calcutta
at Bujbuj Ghat shore were shot dead by the
British-Indian forces to win over humanity
and to punish those who defied the rule
they rule supposed to be giving equal right
and equal British status to all their subjects
no matter where they go!

A century is a long time,
one zero zero years,
it took that long
to the Canadian justice to bring
the change by using their
thousands intellectual officers
administrators, law makers and
spending millions of dollars at last
to learn how to treat people
as humans with respect and dignity!
Understanding brings Peace!

Mother Earth –Golden Wheat!

Mother earth, I bow my head
putting lotuses on your sacred feet!
You raise us with dignity and grace
by giving us food, water
and warmth in your embrace.

Earth weeps when it sees
tonnes of tonnes wheat
do not go to those mouths
of millions hungry children
but it gets ruined burned with
the unseasonal torrential rain
under the naked sky
We the unthankful children of yours
let it happen and do not save it
from this natural disaster.

The earth – the rich soil of
my land of five rivers: Punjab
irrigated with these waters and
with farmworkers’ blood and sweat
gives us golden wheat and paddy
in abundance in our fields.
The golden ripe crops get
destroyed and ruined in the rain
outside under the weeping sky –
The wheat is grown enough
to feed the whole India and
to keep the hunger away.
But is it God’s will or man’s that
poor and hungry will have to
stay poor and hungry for ever!

Farmworkers and consumers shed tears
Rich and politicians do not see the tears!
The deaf and dumb rulers pamper
their white elephant pets- high officials
with expensive cars for joy riding!
Instead of building storages for grains
Why do hungry and the poor have to wait
until the full stomachs are being over-fed?

The farmers have to watch with their
hearts bleeding, how the enormous tonnes
of wheat being wasted in the markets
on the streets under the naked sky?
Where is the father of the nation today!
O mother! Peace be with you.
No one is there to protect you.

One Zero Zero Struggle – Women!

Women’s struggle continues non-stop
to earn equality, respect and dignity!
March on! March on!

100 years of struggle,
women of the world
keeping alive struggle
for equality, respect and dignity!
Yet we could not reach our destination
there are thorns and stones on the path
our feet bleed get blisters endlessly we march!
March on! March on!

100 years sufferings, a century long history
continues and women suffer and sacrifice
their lives to get free from stigmas, prejudices
and offerings of humiliation from their own.

The morning which we visioned has not come!
The sun which is our own has not shown yet!
The air in which we can breathe is not free yet!
Struggle continues. Peace be with us!
March on! March On!

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ਸੁਭਾਨ ਤੇਰੀ ਕੁਦਰਤ

ਸੁਭਾਨ ਤੇਰੀ ਕੁਦਰਤ

SurU ivc iek DrqI ਜਨਮੀ

pQrIlI ਤੇ ryqIlI

iek hvw ਰੁਮਕੀ :

hr cIz ihldI nzr AwauNdI

sUrj sI qpS sI Agn sI

cwnx sI rOSnI sI

qy in`G sI ਮੌਲਣ ਦਾ ਸਮਾਂ ਸੀ[

DrqI, hvw, sUrj Agn qy ਰੋਸ਼ਨੀ

ijsmW nUM roSn krdy

iek ipAwr moh muhb`q dw

sunyhw idMdy

DrqI dI god dw in`G

jnm qy izMdgI

qy izMdgI nUM izMdw r`ਖx leI

bnspqI, hvw, Agn qy pwxI

dy ky bMdy nUM ਕੁਦਰਤ ਨੇ ikhw:

jIE qy horW nUM jIx idE!

jo vI kuJ auh Axid`sdI hsqI ny

bMdy leI isrijAw auh swrw

aus dI BlweI, bVweI qy cVHq leI sI[

ies mwhOl ivc jd idmwg pRPu`lq hoieAw

ieh iek AdBu`q, Adu`qI, ivksq pRvwh sI[

jo bMdy ny ies qrWH lY ilAw

ijvyN ieh koeI AYvy hI ਮਿਲਿਆ ਹੋਵੇy[

kudrq ivc swnUM hzwrW Aihm cIzW imlIAW

pr AsIN iehnW nUM AYvy imlIAw smJ ky 

iehnW dI kdr nhIN pweI[

 

ਸਨਿਮਰ ਚੁੱਪ

ਆਪੇ ਦੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਜਾ ਕੇ

ਆਪਣੀ ਚੁੱਪ ਦੇ ਸਨਮੁੱਖ ਹੋਣਾ!

jdoN AMdr dI sinmr cu`p suxweI dyx lg pvy

bwhr dw swrw Sor bMd ho jWdw hY

koeI bwhrI Awvwz suxweI nhIN idMdI

qn, mn, qy Awqmw iek sur ho jWdy

qy mn smwDI dI AvsQw ivc auqr jwdw hY[

Awpxy mn ivc cu`p dw vws krky hI

ies dunIAw dy vihmW Brmw, eIrKw,

qy fr qoN surKrU hoieAw jw skdw hY[

sUrj dy in`G nUM dyhI ivc smo lYxw

vgdI bybwk hvw nUM ichrw Cuhx dyxw

augdI auSw dI lwlI nUM pRxwm

cVHdy idn nUM jI AwieAW kih ky

kudrq dIAW nyhmqw dw siqkwr krnw

iksy dy kIqy Coty ijhy kMm leI

aus dw Sukrwnw krnw

AMdr dI cu`p ivc ivcrnw

A`KW jo vI kudrq dw

rMg-ibrMgw suhpwx dyKx

auhnW nUM mn ivc vswauxw

ieh qW kuJ vI nhIN

jo Aws pws ivcr irhw hY

aus nUM mihsUs krnw

izMdgI ivc KyVw Brn leI

ieh kwPI ho skdw hY

jy mn dIAW A`KW Awpxy Awp ivc

smwDI ivc lIn ho jwx[

jo koeI burw krdw hY

aus nUM kudrq dy inXm auqy C`f ਦੇਣਾ

ਮਨ ਨੂੰ ਸਕੂਨ ਦੇ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ

ਕੁਦਰਤ ਦਾ ਨਿਯਮ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਨਵਿਆ ਦੇਣਾ!

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PEACE: Mahatma Gandhi

.2 October: A day in history a great man ..

.Mahatma Gandhiji’s bhajan in English:

A god Vishnu-like human being is the one who feels pain of others

And does not become proud by being kind to sorrows of others!

All are good people in the universe, the one who does not slander anyone

has firm control over his words, body and mind,

blessed is the mother who gives birth to such a son!

The one who has made up his mind to follow the path to renunciation

never engages in the worldly love and greed

whose mind meditates on the holy name of Rama

As all the holy places of pilgrimage are within him indeed!

The one who is without greed and deceit,

and has resolved his emotions of lust and anger

Lord Narsihma projects his vision through such a man

and bestows salvation upon all his generations to come!

Gandhi

PEACE POEM

Mahatma Gandhiji’s Bhajan for Peace in Hindi

वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये जे पीड पराई जाणे रे,

पर दु:खे उपकार करे तोये मन अभिमान न आणे रे,

सकल लोकमां सहुने वंदे निंदा न करे केनी रे,

वाच काछ मन निश्चल राखे धन धन जननी तेनी रे,

समदृष्टि ने तृष्णा त्यागी, परस्त्रीजेने मात रे,

जिह्वा थकी असत्य न बोले, परधन नव झाले हाथ रे,

मोह माया व्यापे नहि जेने, दृढ़ वैराग्य जेना मनमां रे,

रामनाम सुताली लागी, सकल तीरथ तेना तनमां रे,

वणलॊभी ने कपट रहित जे, काम क्रोध निवार्या रे,

भणे नरसैयॊ तेनु दरसन करतां, कुण एको तेर तार्या रे ॥

.Mahatma Gandhiji’s bhajan in Punjabi

ਮਹਾਤਮਾ ਗਾਂਧੀ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਭਜਨ ਗੁਰਮੁੱਖੀ ਅੱਖਰਾਂ ਵਿਚ:

vYSxv jn qo qYny khIey, jo pIV prweI jwxy ry

pr du`Ky aupkwr kry qoey, mn AiBmwn nw Awxy ry[

skl lokmW shuny bMdy, inMdw nw kry konI ry

vwc kwC mn inSl rwKy, DMn DMn jnnI qynI ry[

sm-idRStI ny iqRSxw iqAwgI, priesqRI jyny mwq ry

ijhbw QkI As`iqX nw boly, pr-Dn nv Fwly hwQ ry[

moh mwXw ivAwpy nwhI jyny, idRV vYrwgX jynw mnmW ry

rwm nwm suqwlI lwgI, skl qIrQ qynw qnmW ry[

vxloBI ny kpt rihq jy, kwm kRoD invwrX ry

Bxy nrsYMho qynu drsn krqW, kux eyko qyr qwirXw ry[

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Happiness:  Harmony of what you think, what you say, and what you do.

socxI, kihxI qy krnI ivc iekswrqw ^uSI hY[

Faith: Must not lose faith in humanity. There is good in everybody it is sometimes shadowed by evil thoughts, assumptions and circumstances.

Peace: When there is no war, no killings, no blood-shed.

War Inflicts injuries to body, mind and soul. An act of violence leaves victims in mental and physical pain.

War violence and terrorism destroy a country’s people, wealth and heritage in the same way as used to be in jungle living.

Primitive thought of war still governs the new technology of war. Man’s brain has not improved since time immemorial, thus terrorism, war, violence are still parts of human mind.

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Hang Them High!

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Hang Them High!
(Against the brutal gang-rape in Delhi)
 

Hang  them high!

Hang all the rapists high

in the scorching deserts

and let their bodies be

snatched away and tear apart

by those hungry vultures.

 

Such animals don’t need any

Capital punishment, they need

to sever their burning hot ‘tools’

which they used as weapons

to injure the innocent girl!

 

What a bad time that women have

to live in danger all around with no safety

no law and order and no security!

They are safe nowhere, in schools,

on roads and even in the public  buses!

Seeing an alone girl those rapist men,

attacked her like wolves. Shame on them!

 

Rapist men demonstrate no insight

like sociopaths  forget that some day

their own sisters, mothers or daughters

could be brutally attacked

and raped in a similar fashion!

Women are not safe anywhere!

These six rapists not only tarnished

the sacred milk of their mothers, but also

have declared themselves as bastards!

They tarnished the name of their ancestors

and their country in the eyes of the world.

 

Death penalty for the rapists is like

redeeming them from sufferings

and  exempting  them  from serving 

the punishment of their crime!

The only punishment of their

gruesome crime can be

to make them impotent

disable  them to produce children.

Let them live to suffer with guilt

and humiliation of their crime.

Smear their faces with dirt

inscribe a word “RAPIST” on each

of their foreheads with black ink

and hang them high

stone them in public

Condemn them!

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Farmworker Women

Farmworker Women

(Dedicated to all those women  working in the BC farms)

Women come and work in
the wide spread BC farms.
Smiling and energetic they come
from the land of Punjab
educated, uneducated, married
unmarried young and old
all become slowly and slowly
hard-working farm labourers!
 
From the land of the five rivers
soon women arrive to Canada
they work in the farms every where.
Many of them are attracted to
Fraser Valley ornamented with
sharp rich colours of raspberry,
blue berry and strawberries.
 
Brides take off their gold and silk
come wearing  t-shirts and jeans
with soft henna coloured palms
women come with holding babies
women with pre-schoolers
women with grandparents
women with old in-laws and
some with old parents
and aunts and uncles
women with large families.
Women work around the clock
their hands work non-stop
in the fields of raspberry
blueberry and strawberry.
Women pick mushrooms
cut broccoli and sprouts
marshy land is under their feet
under the rain of pesticide
their hands get blisters
their feet get swollen
their eyes become watery
they breathe on fumes
and their arms, necks and faces
get infected with killer pesticides.
Working the soil they become soil.
Women work day and night
their hands work non-stop.
Longer hours more than dawn to dusk
women work and get tired
come back with aching feet and hands
when are taken back to their homes
in a stuffed van of a contractor
where they can not even breathe.
Working women, labourers, they just work !
 
They come back home late at night
tired and then they start home-shift –
cooking for their hungry children
for their men, for their large families.
they wash everybody’s dirty dishes
and do everybody’s laundry.
Women take care of everybody
– crying hungry or sick children
Women look after everybody’s needs
remain unaware of their own needs
women go to bed vary late
after everybody’s gone to bed
and after making preparations
for everybody  tomorrow’s work
and they have to get up very early
before the first ray of the sun rises
and get ready to go to the farms again.
 
Farmworker women are brave- Zindabad!

by

Surjeet Kalsey (1985)

To Mother

Mother I will born again!

 I look into the mirror

a history shrieks at my back

I carry the ruins of the civilization.

Every woman does. Every mother does.

 

I look into your eyes: the darkness

life perhaps is walking dead

through me and someone tells me:

                        you shouldn’t be

                        shouldn’t be alive.

 

This is a night before,

this is a moment before

I allowed myself

                        to be scraped out

                        of your womb,

my unformed

unborn shreds of tiny body.

 

The devil of tradition

takes over and hovers upon you

the very moment

you conceived me.

They say they see a devil

in a pregnant body,

fearful of the unknown

demand only male air

which sometimes they

themselves don’t have

in their male body.

How easy it is to play ignorant

and blame a woman for

not delivering a male child!

 

History laughs.

Nothing has changed

between now and then

from the ancient midwife’s

making the newborn baby girl

suck her poisonous thumb

to see her unborn body

through ultrasounds and

wash her out. Difference?

Only it looks more accurate,

more sure, professional,

and six months time saver.

 

After I opened my eyes

for the very first time

in the day light

I found myself alive

pulsating, and  crying.

Only after sucking on

the poisonous thumb

I was declared a dead-born!

 

Now it has changed.

I am not even allowed

to be born.

Sex-selection labs,

testing and selecting

        the only sex: male!

considering female foetus

as sub-human demon

her right to be born

            is taken away!

 

Traditional bound parents

find  a relief in aborting

their female air.

They earn an other chance

a privilege to try again

until they get it ‘right’.

 

Mother, I feel your sighs

inside your womb

I sipped your salty tears

inside your womb.

You know this sanctuary

this sacred place you offer

for both male and female

is safe temple for me.

Over a span of time

and countless loathings later

I will come again.

I will be born again and again.

I will dwell in this sacred place again!

Don’t you worry mother!

I will be there again!!

You know, I know

if we keep vanishing ourselves

the day is not far  away

when the human race

will no longer be there!

 – A poem by Surjeet Kalsey
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