We at e – voice of human rights watch & e – clarion of dalit salute our FATHER OF NATION – BAPUJI shri. MOHANDAS KARAMCHAND GANDHI , ON THE OCCASION of WORLD NON- VIOLENCE DAY ie GANDHI JAYANTHI.
Our tormentors , occupiers , britishers have been thrown out by the sacrifices of bapuji , bhagath singh , savarkar , subash Chandra bose , Nehru , patel & numerous other freedom fighters.
However in the place of britishers , most worst tormentors , most inhuman cruel people – CORRUPT PUBLIC SERVANTS have come to rule over
On this holyday of GANDHI JAYANTHI , let us all pledge to fight against corrupt public servants , in the path shown by bapuji – non-violent , peaceful , democratic struggle. Let us join our hands with the honest few left in public service.
Let us weed out following corrupt persons from society :
Corrupt police – who torture innocents , murders innocents in lock-up , fake encounters , who cooks up evidences & frames innocents , who lets off rich criminals by improper investigations , by closing case with B report , etc.
Corrupt public prosecutors – who conduct improper arguments favouring the rich & mighty.
Corrupt judges – who sentence innocents to jail , while letting free rich crooks by favourable interpretation of law.
Corrupt labour department officials – who connive with industrialists , traders & make workers suffer in inhuman , dangerous work conditions with grave occupational hazards.
Corrupt pollution control board officials – who connive with industrialists to run polluting industries , destroying the health of public & murdering public.
Corrupt tax officials – who connive with industrialists / traders in evading tax , robbing national exchequer.
Corrupt revenue officials – who mercilessly demolish hutments , evict poor , tribal people from public land , whereas legalize , regularize huge land encroachments by rich & mighty.
Corrupt corporation / municipal officials - who allow traders to sell adulterated dangerous food products , colas , juices to the public , thereby destroying the health of public & murdering them.
Corrupt health department officials – who make poor patients suffer for not paying bribe , who deny proper medical care , surgeries , medicines to poor patients for not paying bribe.
Corrupt drugs control department officials – who connive with industrialists , manufacturers of medicines producing fake medicines , adulterated medicines & selling it to public , therby destroying the health of public & murdering public.
These corrupt people are the main causes for the genesis of terrorism , naxalism , underworld in
WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR
Where the mind is without fear & the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches it's arms towards
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom , my father
Let my country awake.
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!