A affirmative action
it is great to be affectionate
it may be appreciates even if comes late
it gives soothing effect
as medicine is mustered to act
Don't be carried away by emotions
don't compromise with principles and relation
be just as simple as possible
nothing will look hard or impossible
Just be sympathetic and warm
it will please all and not harm
you be reasonable and considerate
there wont be anything left to state
You need not be afraid
the cards are carefully laid
you need to see and pass through
this is equally important and true
Any human being wants love and sympathy
he needs two words and and mere pity
nothing can impress him even with good service
He will carry it last till his demise
it is great pleasure to render timely aid
the gesture will be appreciated louder than words said
it will be of immense help and at critical juncture
You will be remembered even in future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Wish a person
Don’t forget to wish a person
It has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
“Hello brother” I pray for you to lord
Bitterness may go in seconds
You need not go and find the words
It has its own magical spell
Everything may turn into good or well
You just offer beautiful smile
Wait not for reply and stay for while
It will have its desirable effect
Relation may improve with long spell and affect
What do we loose if we say simple “hello”
It is mere invitation or extension to allow
forget the bad things and simple things to follow
Great tradition teaches us to lie low
Good, thought must emerge from heart to flow
Adversary may forget the past and try to slow
No emission of poison but sweetness to grow
cool reception may disappear with simple words of 'Hello”
it may wash the dirt of centuries
happiness everywhere and no more worries
opening of new chapter with new relation to emerge
burying of differences with sincere urge
What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred to rule the scene
We should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A complete shift
I desired to stay away from committing
I have often acknowledged and still admitting
It is one of the gravest set back for human being
It spoils the image and does not help or bring
The promiss are made to be broken
The words are considereed merely a token
Some of the people may say “I swear”
Soon to find bitterness and eyes with tears
It does not help to assuage the feelings
The hollow words can do little bit of fiiing
It may prove only odyssy or water in desert
It may givee more relief if some short words we insert
It has tremandous effect if afforded to the grieved
This is one of the formost trust already agreed
Let us for the time being forget and shed the greed
It may certainly help in time of the need
What may happen if we fail to turn up?
The doors may remain permenently closed up
It may create the unbridgeable gulf and widen the rift
There may be complete reversal in relation and shift
Do nothing instead of promosing a word
Help little with no assurance and look forward
Feel something inwardly and commit for action
It may be felt little without any reaction
The delibrate part is always condemned
Some people are appreciated and some are damned
It is widely appreciated if promises are kept
It is reflected in eyes when ever suddenly met
You are widely known as man of promise
This may be kept in tact till your demise
The individual may be remembered and not the name
The promises kept are appcited generally without any blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Kind Or hollow words
Why words are considered hollow?
Why taken differently if spoken slow?
Why taken as offensive if spoken little louder?
Well all in same manner if equally not offered
How come they form a rhythm when arranged?
How come they offer solace when offered to aged
Same usage but with different attitude and spirit
May have nice effect if mixed with nice bits
It lands person into rage
The moments something is spoken in haste
It crates anger and loud explosion
Putting an end to cordial relation
Words same but effects many
Tongue is considered to be thorny
It has no bone but slips to may direction
Then question arises about its wrong application
Same words can be taken into holy verses
And at the same time effective outrage with abuses
Person can loose temper and attack with wild emotions
The relation deteriorate with very fast motion
They are sharper than swords
One is called weapon and another as words
Both have same bearing so far result is concerned
Person is at lose when gripped and cornered
How a person can be threatened?
And with sweet words welcomed
Oh, god what a tremendous use of tongue
Let the use of words remain vague
It can hurt, kill, antagonize and make you laugh
As if one side joy and other side agony in half
Same way application with reasonable way can yield result
All may remain happy without fearing insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Afraid For Love To Fade
(jose mari chan)
My heads in a jam
Cant take you off my mind
From the time we met
Ive been beset by thoughts of you
And the more that I ignore this feeling
The more I find myself believing
That I just have to see you again
I cant let you pass me by
I just cant let you go
But I know that I am much too shy
To let you know
Afraid that I might say the wrong words
And displease you
Afraid for love to fade
Before it can come true
Like a child again
Im at a loss for words
How does one define
A crush combined with longing?
Longing to possess you oh so dearly
Im obsessed by you completely
Ill go mad if I cant have you
I cant let you pass me by
I just cant let you go
But I know that I am much too shy
To let you know
Afraid that I might say the wrong words
And displease you
Afraid for love to fade
Before it can come true
(instrumental)
I cant let you pass me by
I just cant let you go
Let me say the things and say the words
To let you know
I would rather say the awkward words
Than lose you
Or for love to fade
Before it can come true
song performed by by Lea Salonga

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So kind and merciful
You were so merciful and kind
Rare gesture we will never find
How could we ask Him to perform?
Keep us with peace and love warm
You are savior and protector of this world
The relations are getting strained and cold
We are in dirty games and cheaply sold
Facing misery and terrible pains untold
Where could we go and ask for protection?
You were only available for any holy action
You could do it your self but chose to sacrifice
Send on earth a great soul to fulfill the promise
The wind, rivers and sky made it clear
There won’t be any injustice or fear
He was on earth for our good and betterment
We hardly understood Him as heavenly sent
What was he supposed to carry out?
What were we using him for and talking about?
His eyes spoke of only kindness with love
We made him victim and extremely drove
I felt constrained to see you on cross
What a pathetic show I had to see and it was
How much you could have felt at such pain?
But you did not curse and calmly remained
I have seen you number of times and felt the same
I don’t know where from all strength and tolerance came?
You knew it well that nothing may go right for you
Yet it was very important and equally true
You were for us to carry out the mission
We had no guts for guilt admission
We committed sin with unknown state of mind
We even went on to hang and almost making you blind
We are shameless and unwarranted on this beautiful earth
Even thousands of years may be less with death
Still the love and kindness may last more in years to come
You will be remembered always with hearty welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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It is not good sign
'Feel for the poor
Never show a door'
We have been nicely schooled
The life as such has to be pulled
Shame self for not being considerate
Little improvement for showing moderate
Even though for sake of show of, it is great to feel
A humanity pulse never felt at will
Even dogs have plenty to eat
So others also try and meet
Their needs are not tailor made
Still something they forget and forbid
It is human to feel pity
Being generous is good quality
To part with little is noble gesture
It makes you feel great for sure
It will not deplete your stock
The beggars may cut jokes
“You are worst than our cause”
You need it more because”
It will make no way for you
As it is near the truth and very true
You are miser than you ought to be
You may want to leave the scene and flee
It is thriving business to be seen as beggar
All words may seem to have been coated with sugar
You will be moved to part with
They are fully trained with teeth
Be charitable but do not fall for game
It is not the cause to feel shame
You can feel kindness at heart
Do the good beginning at the start
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A good surprise
This is true
It is for you
To listen and not hasten
Why it is all of sudden?
I was surprised at your kind words
I was waiting and looking forward
It was unexpected change but not known
At right time you have mage it known
There may be many errors
We can’t find it out or see in mirrors
We only have to make some changes
It will be nice if we can well manage
Either of two can make a good start
Some has to forgo and part
It is good to be little considerate
The attitude and behavior should moderate
You stand to gain a lot
The iron should be hammered when it is hot
It may come with the passage of time
You must decide and set it as prime
It will be appreciated if you submit little or relent
You will feel good and not receive any adverse comment
It will be altogether kind gesture
It is good for bright future
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A fine good morning
Person should be greeted with good morning
Say hello while making departure in the evening
Don’t forget to say bye with good night
It is good to follow and think it right
It is customary to say few good words
This was followed in court room of lords
It is an age old system and has continued with tradition
There is nothing new or changed as an addition
You need no particular occasion to wish
The day must end with good finish
It gets you good respect and response
People put trust in you and readily repose
Don’t forget to wish a person
It has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
“Hello brother” I pray for you to lord
Bitterness may disappear or go in seconds
You need not go here and there and find the words
It has its own magical bound or spell
Everything may turn into good and augur well
You just offer beautiful smile
Don’t wait not for reply but stay for while
It will have its own way and desirable effect
Relation may end in long spell with profound impact
What do we loose if we say simple “hello”?
It is mere invitation or extension of good wishes to allow
forget the bad things of past and simple road to follow
Great tradition may have it and teaches us to lie low
Good thoughts should emerge from heart and ready to flow
Adversary too may forget the past and try to go little slow
There won’t be emission of bad feelings and sweetness may grow
There will be warmth in reception with all niceties to flow
it may wash the dirt accumulated by centuries
happiness may be seen everywhere with disappearance of worries
There will opening of new chapter in relation
Differences if any may vanish with sincere urge
What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred may rule the scene
we should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen
It is greatest moment in life if we bury the bitterness
There should be no room for increase in differences
It has grown nicely with change in behavior
Foe may turn best friend and act as savior
Love and to be loved should guide the principle
Peace and harmony should be the words in preamble
The world needs most of the things performed with peace
The rest of mankind must lead the life at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Always rememeber
Don't forget to wish a person
it has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
'Hello brother' I pray for you to lord
It doesn't cost you anything
You stand to gain something
It is considered as good manner
You can do it without any banner
Bitterness may go in seconds
you need not go and find the words
it has its own magical spell
everything may look so well
It takes so much time to patch
Time is precious and you can't catch
You will have to act fast with all possible means
You may not find hatred but only love scenes
you just offer beautiful smile
Wait not for reply and stay for while
it will have its desirable effect
Relation may improve with long spell and affect
what do we loose if we say simple 'hello'?
It is mere invitation for things to follow
forget the bad things and insult to swallow
Great tradition teaches us to lie low
Good, thought must emerge from heart to flow
Adversary may forget the past and try to be slow
No emission of poison but sweetness to grow
cool reception may disappear with simple words of 'Hello'
it may wash the dirt of centuries
happiness will be seen everywhere and no more worries
opening of new chapter with new relation to emerge
burying of differences with sincere urge
What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred to rule the scene
we should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen
Enemy can't face you with powerful weapon
He may be in real confusion to find out the reason
Love can't be substituted with any kind of gesture
Wish al the persons sincerely and make it sure
No mad person may come and simply assault
He may have some grudge against you for some fault
Love can melt his anger and help o evaporate
We can't simple blame it to a fate
If you give proper care and attention to plant
It will stand erect with pride and never slant
It too needs everything with mild touch
We must behave in cordial manner as such
If you show same courtesy to youngsters
They may prove humble and not turn as gangsters
Who can be blamed for their lack of understanding?
It may really be considered as peaceful ending
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Don't Garland Me
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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No to boquet
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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String Between Cups
It was those strings between those cups
Carrying conversations no satellite could pick up
It was that easy laid-back living'
Undisturbed by the bad news on the television
It was those simple words of love, passed through the strings between us
Undisturbed by society's lust for a pleasure that seems to be all touch
Yes, it's those undisturbed words
We had both previously heard
Before… But once more…
We knew we had never really felt
But what we had was enough, there was no need to bluff
We both played well with the cards we were dealt
Those strings between those cups
Reverberated from the talks between us
The ones that I like to recall most
And we never had fancy things or long strings
So we always stayed close
For undisturbed conversation, About the steps we had taken
And it was those undisturbed words
We had both previously heard
But we never really felt were real
Because touch was a word associated with feel
Until true passion had made us whole
Now feel is a word associated with soul
Some things aren't always as they seem to be
And we never had any magazines to see
How we should make love or how we should dress
That's advice on this life that never left us impressed
And those strings between those cups carried conversation best
Carrying in them all the words we had once heard before
But between us those words seemed to mean so much more
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A cry from poor
id you ever hear the silent cry from the poor?
Have you ever seen them begging from door to door?
Do they want mercy or few words of sympathy?
We are often blessed with fortune from almighty
We are living under open sky with vast horizon?
Though we have divided land into many zones
There are large palaces and simple huts too
There is wide scale disparity and it is true
The ocean remain silent and calm
It remains wide spread and cause no harm
How much wealth remain hidden in belt?
Is there any necessity of having it ever felt?
We run after wealth like mad dog
Who knows when there will be burst in fog?
When the misfortune or disaster may take us by surprise?
We all still involve in rendering hollow promises
There is enough power in wealth and fame
We do anything and feel no shame
The other human beings are seen with scant respect
We have no time to look back and introspect
We out cry against pain an d hunger
Still there remains wide spread danger
We have so much wealth and glamour
Still we keep ill will, hatred and harbor
We are under long siege and captivity
We clearly know the implications and utility
Still we shed no tears for the less privileged
We live under illusion and act as cleverly managed
How many more may be suffering?
How many may have sympathy but still differing?
What do they think and act for their welfare?
Is it taken as one time gesture as fun fare?
The cold and hunger may take many more lives
We may render lip service and strive
Who may come forward to help and stand by?
Who will extend the help and willingly try?
The rain dazzle and increase the plight
The poors suffer with nothing to write
Helpless eyes with prayers and mercy
Who else may feel for them and feel pity?
Ground the ears and try to catch the current
There is some movement and signal is sent
The lava may erupt at any time and place
The human beings may be wiped out from race
Proudly feel but leniently lend the aid
So many words are often nicely said
It is our duty and moral commitment
We need to help them for the moment
Take the oath and pray for moral support
Nice thoughts and sympathy with good efforts
It may assuage the feelings and create hope for survival
It may be a noble step and attempt for revival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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You Were Great, How Was I?
(j. farrar/t. snow)
Ill never learn
I cling to the past
I find so much there to lean on
But when I get lucky
I can even forget
Our now and forevers are gone
I know what you mean
I go there myself
When I feel the mood coming on
It comes on so easy
Its hard to believe
Our now and forevers are gone
When did we lose our starry eyes
The feelings too strong to compromise
Something went wrong between hello and goodbye
Now its too late
Love you were great, how was i?
Im doing my best with somebody else
Its good to feel counted upon
It keeps me from sliding to where I forget
Our now and forevers are gone
When did we lose our starry eyes
The feelings too strong to compromise
Something went wrong between hello and goodbye
Now its too late
Love you were great, how was i?
Tell me now,tell me now,tell me now
Oh now its too late
Love you were great, how was i?
Love you were great,great, how was i?
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I did not cry
In that day I didn't cry
I didn't know exactly why?
People around and relatives wept
But not all tears except one I had kept
He was laid on the ground
Very quietly and peacefully found
He deserved praises from all
Now I feared all tears may fall
He was man of principles and known as down to earth
He was not at all afraid of death
He used to say" life may be over one day"
Hence never loose patience all the way
Enjoy with whatever you have
Treat all equal and nicely behave
Words may fall as if from sage's tongue
Crystal clear with echo and not a vague
"Dear son, I have a high hope in you"
Never loose a hope and always prove true
I was always upset with his advices
As if he was about to leave me on his demise
He lived his life peacefully
Not all the people might have proved it successfully
I was sure of his life mission
"Life for the people" was his dear ambition
How can I weep over his demise?
When he had taken from me a promise
I will not dropp a tear for whatever reason
As he was not for me at all as single person
I had spent most of my time with the forces
But he had never regretted with simple word of remorse
I controlled my emotions with great difficulty
As he had told me not to feel any kind of sorry
: "Life is not what people firmly believe in and lead"
He used to tell me in private "people must observe and read"
What you are doing and how are you useful for the noble cause?
He may then take deep breath and wait for my response
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Few Words
Few words
Can cause
Wonder or a disaster
Can make sound
More than a bomb
Resulting into breakdown
Of the heart and mind
Few words
Can turn a sad face
Into a one with a big smile
Few words
Can be heavier than the
Biggest of hammers
Can break intimate
Relationship
Turn it into enmity
Few words can be sharper
Than a knife
Can cut the thread of trust
Into thousand pieces
Few words can be
Very soothing
Can heal wound faster
Than any medicine
Few words of sympathy
Can give solace to
Someone in agony
Few words of apology
Can resolve the biggest
Differences
Few words of
Encouragement
Can motivate someone
To the road of victory
Few words of love
Can bring
Two unknown souls
Together
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Words
Yeats so simply stated
' Words alone are certain good. '
And to the great poet
So highly rated
I try to listen, as I should; Yet
Being an untrained novice
Such as me
With verdant hopes of much improvement
- oh that I would -
I beg to slightly differ with W. B.
And offer here my humble opinion
- if I could -
Good certainly is not words alone,
For without humanity
To read and to write
How would they ever become known?
- For without the good of people
Who of these words would care
Ever to be heard, or even shared?
No, the good does not alone from words arise,
Rather from human beings
Whose entire story
Such words do attempt to comprise.......
- Words written in this time
May even the way
To a distant future find,
But not on their own
And never alone.
For it takes people's
- hand's to write
- eye's to read
- heart and soul to understand
The purpose, and the need.
Let it here be shown
Words alone
Are not the only good,
They need human beings
To give goodness and life
To their reason and meaning
For they are merely the vehicle
By which man's true good
Is found and understood.
poem by Smoky Hoss

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Day Time For Sure
I heard some words
Closely spoken to look forward
Was I in dream?
I searched around but felt it was Him
It is early morning
I had slept since late evening
Night was not that much pleasing
Yet it provided me new leasing
Morning is time for meditation
Wishing of very good relation
For self and entire universe
Peace and wish in mind without any curse
'You are my emissary' heard few words
As if some one spoke on behalf of lord
But was it something to do
Something was awaiting to proved it true
I have nothing to speak or react
What could I do to improve upon my acts?
Lead a normal life and spend the time
Among the poor and with downtrodden sometimes
Everybody needs some kind of shelter
Rest everything can go behind to look after
No one likes to be left behind
But from where else to get or find?
It might have happened due to chain of events
That I was passing through hectic movements
'World belongs to me and I am small creature'
I shall do whatever if I can do for our future
May be the words were for me to be heard
As were mere repetition for what I was looking forward
Same thing gave me lots of pleasure
I was not dreaming day time for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Difficult to contain
It is hard to maintain
And very difficult to contain
All efforts sometimes go in drain
Beauty may lie there if you express no pain
Promises are to be broken
If they are merely a gesture and stay as token
It has no value if have the customary nature
How can one be so much confident and sure?
The psychology is to be understood clearly
How that may be takes as very dearly?
When times comes at crucial juncture
How it shakes foundation as well as the structure
Person may retaliate and act in self defense
If things go wrong or create any nonsense
It is compulsion of human nature to act
Let people think otherwise and react
I would love and prefer to be alone
It may not deter my path even in cyclone
Promises do not mean to be of nonsense value
Enough thought must be give along with honor and dues
It never bothered me as an individual
I have aligned to the role not supposed to be dual
I would work toward strengthening the confidence
What is more important in life is its presence
Nice words might have been spoken at the start
Those may be taken as mere words and product of an art
Its real test may come sometimes later
When loved person may turn out to be hater
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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