... the Armenian massacre was the greatest crime of the war, and the failure to act against Turkey is to condone it ... the failure to deal radically with the Turkish horror means that all talk of guaranteeing the future peace of the world is mischievous nonsense.
Ae dost zindagi bhar mujhse dosti nibhaana,
dil ki koi bhi baat humse kabhi na chupaana,
sath chalna mere tum dukh sukh mein
bhatak jau mein jo kabhi sahi raasta dikhlaana…
Beet gaya jo saal,Bhul jaayein,
Beet gaya jo saal,Bhul jaayein,
Es Naye Saal ko Gale lagayein,
Karte hai dua hum Rab se sar jhukake,
Es Saal k Sare Sapne pure ho Aapke.
*NAYA SAAL MUBARAK*
Some reformers may urge that in the ages distant future, patriotism, like the habit of monogamous marriage, will become a needless and obsolete virtue; but just at present the man who loves other countries as much as he does his own is quite as noxious a member of society as the man who loves other women as much as he loves his wife. Love of country is an elemental virtue, like love of home.
Wo Mujh Se Puch Raha Tha Batao Kaisa Laga,
Tum Agle Zakham Ko Chodo Ye Ghao Kaisa Laga,
Ajab Sawal Kiya Andhiyon Ne Paathon Se,
Shajar Se Toote Kar Girna Batao Kaisa Laga.
Usko Chaha To Bohat Magar Wo Mili Hi Nahi,
Laakh Koshish Ki Magar Faasla Mita Hi Nahi,
Usko Zamane Ne Majboor Is Kadar Kar Diya,
Ki Meri Kisi Bat Pe Wo Ruki Hi Nahi,
Khuda Se Joli Faila Ke Manga Tha Usey,
Khuda Ne Meri Kisi Dua Ko Suna Hi Nahi,
Har Ek Se Pucha Sabab Uske Na Milne Ka,
Har Ek Ne Bataya Ke Wo Mere Liye Bani Hi Nahi,
Me Tamaam Umar Ki Koshish Ke Bawjood Nakaam Ho Gaya,
Aur Wo Usko Mil Gai Jisne Use Kabhi Manga Hi Nahi,
Shayad Is Duniya Me Wafa Ka Koi Sila Hi Nahi…
You do not know the unfathomable cowardice of humanity...servile in the face of force, pitiless in the face of weakness, implacable before blunders, indulgent before crimes...and patient to the point of martyrdom before all the violences of bold despotism.