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Miss ', I Really Miss

I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
I am afraid and take care not to go wrong
I was expecting everything for song

I am so much influenced by lady smile
She has entered in life just before while’
Life seems to be so interesting and fine
I want to dance on floor with glass of wine

Miss, you can’t be so rude
For a word you have made prelude,
All warmth and affection you have included
Hate and distance you have excluded

I never expected you to cast
All doubts but trust should not last
You were the first to realize it fast
Reality known but never wore any kind of mast,

Your innocence and name is kind to infuse
Kind words for me but not meant to confuse
Time was for decision but you never refused
Always stood at right point and crisis defused

Even amidst delicate moments
You did not offer a word or comments
You were hurt most but you used simple word,
Is it blessings to you or gift from Lord?

I loved you most as your dearest friend
Still you didn’t put any word at the end,
Kept me at dark or asked or any excuse
Used otherwise it as pretext, denied or refused

'Miss' I miss you but you don’t miss,
Did not expect from you kind hug or simple kiss
Not even kind gesture or more of any show
Still I miss you and never beat eye brow

Will this uncertainty remain or go?
Life will be full of remorse but still I would forgo
Is there any restriction from your side or embargo?
You bear always “no entry” smile with logo

You called on me for good luck and best wishes
I remained dead as no water was available for fish,
May be it is very hard to swallow for some reasons
Why then there should be draught without any season?

I was quick to grasp situation,
Avoided unwarranted efforts for persuasion,
Shock was sudden and heavy but came very late,
I did accept it with grace and as part of fate

She didn’t become mine for some reasons
I waited simply for spring season
She too eagerly longed for strong bond
As I was inclined and very fond

She had everything to loose
But she had no option to choose
Why did she take extreme step?
She always used to call me as sweet babe

It may be her way of thinking
It left me high and dry with blinking
What should I call her sacrifice?
A step of dedication or break of promises?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take My Hand (Zanila Rhyme)

Take my hand and I will show the way
to a place better than this
kiss me and tell me how you miss me
and we will find a kind of sweet bliss.

Let me loose myself in your sweet care
while life is at its sheer best,
tell me how you miss me and kiss me
while we do not care about the rest.

Dance romantic with me through the night
in a strange togetherness,
kiss me and tell me how you miss me
while you smile with utter gracefulness.

Every day as life carries on
you will still be in my heart,
tell me how you miss me and kiss me,
let us never from each other part.

poem by Gert Strydom
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With love

To the one I miss so much.
Grandad my best friend
Your life was a love.
Your smile always shining.
With your brighr sparkly blue eyes.
How I miss you so.

You were full of love.
You were good and true.
But god called you home.

How I miss you no one will no.
You were kind and loving.
And simply just the best.

Now your gone
My hart is in 2
But your never far away.

For in my hart you will stay.
Loved more each day
Remembered with affection
Missed with sadness.
Loved always

You were the best.
God always picks the best

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Attachment Level

I never gave thought for degree of attachment
How can one think of it and offer comment?
It is real feeling from inside depth
It remains till the time of the death

It is God gift that prompts you to go very close
World would have gone barren if we had no option to choose
It is unknown attraction that pulls us near
We address them affectionately and call dear

You think of good and give fine support
It is one kind of loose attachment with good rapport
Human beings are made of sensitive fiber
Never forget a close friend but always remember

You can do two things in life all the times
Miss some one and cry or offer smile sometimes
There is no third option with you to be called nice person
As everything is out of our ambit with certain reasons

The body stretches fast when you burst into laughter
You may come to know the effect soon after
Some thing freshen up to remain in good mood
As if energy is abstracted from the fresh food

No one regrets friendship if it is genuine
Some friends prove as bitter as quinine
They leave behind bitter taste to last long
You may feel sour about being with the company of wrong

We may not come to know about the end of the journey
Nothing may accompany us including assets or money
Some of the close friends may miss the company
Your absence may not invite the attention of many

It is difficult to weigh in terms of any degree
We feel certainly relieved and very much free
It is closeness and love that keeps us in good spirit
We are always eager to meet friends and lovingly greet

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I and Mother

I am feeling tired, lonely and uneasy
Even though I tried to keep y self very busy
I have grown to full manhood
Yet that gives me feeling of no good

Something is longed for and I badly miss
I wish some one should come and offer kiss
The one that was offered by mother on forehead
With the affection and love that was clearly read

How secured I had felt in her lap?
Even she was offering gentle slap
That I should not be hurt with more force
She was taking enough care of course

I wish for those days to come back
Today I have everything and nothing at stake
I feel those hands which were moving on my back
Getting me nice sleep with her smiles and approach very frank

Mt whole mouth is filled with word, mother”
I know no one can fill that position either
I wish to cry in her lap and relax
Reach with happiness and those scenes of climax

How those hands were giving me relief in curly hair?
How was she creating nice melody and whisper?
Those words still sing in my ears and provide music
These were the moments I would hardly forget as basis

How old or young you are in age
You always miss her in every page
You get little tears when her memory surfaces
You become impatient to find out all her traces

What could I say today about her?
Only miss her and cry little later
That only reduces my lovely feeing
Otherwise it mains inside and simply killing

It is good to miss all
But mother is supreme with her selfless call
How would not to miss her life long?
As she was always on your side even if went wrong

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Capture

Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Hurry up an' hide de pot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Duck's a mighty 'spicious fowl,
Slick as snake an' wise as owl;
Hol' dat dog, don't let him yowl!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!

Th'ow dat co'n out kind o' slow
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Keep yo'se'f behin' de do'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Lots o' food'll kill his feah,
Co'n is cheap but fowls is deah--
'Come, good ducky, come on heah.'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!

Ain't he fat and ain't he fine,
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Des can't wait to make him mine.
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
See him waddle when he walk,
'Sh! keep still and don't you talk!
Got you! Don't you daih to squawk!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Papa you too....part II

I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while

If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,

One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,

I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind

I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile

was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?

I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?

I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,

You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,

Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,

Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,

had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,

So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,

I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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