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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

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Kind Gesture

I may not keep pace and go wrong
I have yet to cover path which is so long
I am blessed everything for a song
Find suitable and honourable place among

Let my pillow be stone
Ordinary life and no throne
Let me find and seek the solace
Allow me to see joy on people’s face

I may not remain so long and forever
Little sympathy and respect however
I may consider it blessings and gift
I want only mercy from you with little shift

I must honestly pray and confess
Don’t shower me with so much bless
It will make me headstrong and arrogant
So much wealth and fame beyond the want

I want to remain in your feet and pray
Honestly living with not in race or fray
I shall spend the life for poor and needy
Shall keep away from cheats and greedy

Kindly lead me from darkness to light
Vigilant eye to find what is wrong and right
I may fail to understand your power and might
Bestow me with kindness, vision or sight

I shall Endeavour to be good human being
Recitals of prayers and worthy songs to sing
Respect to all religions irrespective of faith
I may bow my head……………………

May find your blessing even in failure
Ailing mind to have definite cure
Not to cheat others and attempt to lure
Double the efforts to make win shot sure

All I need is your kind gesture
Nothing in particular or bright future
It may follow with your simple grace
Infuse me with kindness and love to embrace

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human life

Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor

We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease

Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty

Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once

Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test

As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish

Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sides Of Coin

Every coin has two sides
Angles different and wide
Nothing to conceal or nothing to hide
Life as such is cleverly denied

You are at mercy
Believe in him and obey as almighty
Either chooses between good and bad
Later on regret and feel sad

Gender also divided in two
Male and female to prove worth and true
Live here as simple as possible
Because life is full of struggle

Globe is also divided in two
Sky and earth can be called too
Only vacuum in between
Air remains not to be seen

Rich and poor has it own class
Rest fall in category as mass
The mighty and clever may pass
Rest all may be called fool or an ass

Husband and wife must pull together
As there is enough to gather
Life van may move smoothly
Only when you lead it happily

Come to halt when you smell danger
Never deal with an enemy in slight anger
You may loose the race and land in problem
Think over it nicely and pass on the blame

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Big Sharks

What has happened to my country?
Millions starve and remain hungry
We confine to express lips services
Only feeling pity and making tall promises

How many big sharks have emerged?
Wait for kills and remain submerged
Pounce upon at right moment
The disappearance from scene no one laments

How many may be dying unnatural deaths?
How many may be lucky to find wreaths?
Yet hunger for material gain remains top aim
There is everything to snatch for and claim

How much we may need for our life journey?
Can that be made smooth with material or money?
Is it not the mad race to feel not contended?
Claim honesty and innocence pretended

I can pardon any crime
I know it is critical time
Everybody wants to be millionaire
But gets him bogged down and taka no where

I take free air but feel slavery
Liberty in name but not in sense necessary
All vultures are in open to grab
Even human beings are ready to stab

No one thinks about nation or country
They want people to be suppressed and live in misery
Want free hand and no opposition
They want everything with nice composition

Open loot and land grabbing in private
Others crimes not come out in open but definitely relate
Not people but as if they are masters
Enough of black money and support to muster

Time is not far when people will be sprayed with bullets
They won’t come out to express views through ballots
The nexus may go on in engineered democratic way
Humanity may cry and loose but nothing may take them away

We have seen and witnessed the clumsy face
All good phrases in name but really a mad race
Power hungry can do anything and stoop below
No one may agree to it but compulsion to allow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forms of Wealth

To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!

Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.

Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.

The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.

Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Dead And Gone

In years from now when I am dead and gone
Will people read the words that I had wrote
If they do will they agree with what they read
And if so truly, understand the feelings I had spoke.
Will they feel the pain and suffering that I felt
In the many days of my own life
Maybe they will etch my feelings inside their soul
And If so, I wonder for me if they will cry.
I wonder if anyone will go into a deep thought
After reading the words that I had spoke
And then will they think and understand that feeling too
While inside their soul or heart a memory I will had awoke.
Maybe they will be with me in those lonesome nights
When my soul and I felt so very alone
When I couldn't sleep so I had to write
While my soul stayed stationary, but my mind it did roam.
And will they feel the pain that I did feel
With every line that I suffered as I did write
Will they shed a tear that my lover never shed for me
While she was always in my heart and in my sight.
And when they finish my book and close it shut
Will they reflect my feelings as they walk away
Will they say they know the pain that I have felt
As they too had felt it in their very own days.
Will they cry the tears that was never cried for me
As they go searching for my last resting place
To give the sympathy they might say I deserve
While trying to visualize my soul through my face.
If they look and find and then walk unto my grave
I wander for me if i will receive long forgotten grieving
Telling me how sad and the pity they hold for me
After reading my words, maybe they will start believing.
And maybe they will walk to the graves of the others
The ones who did me wrong and who sealed my fate
Who made me the poet whom I had to become
Will they tell them their souls, and living they do hate.
So as I finish writing with these last few thoughts
I hope forever my words and feelings will continue on
As I know I am not alone and my pain is not fastened to me
But really who will know, until I am dead and gone.

Randy L. McClave

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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra

Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.

Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.

Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.

A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.

Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.

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Earthly berth

It was decided on the day one when you had taken birth
The days count with precision is decided for earthly berth
It is neither philosophy nor any ideology linked with belief
Good reasoning out to an individual may temporarily render relief

It is common fact that single journey is to be taken
No one may come forward to help you even if your faith is shaken
It is to be pursued by person alone and with some satisfaction
Else there is simple danger of being taken away without any indication

The simple question must be asked by an individual
Is there any scope for him to play the dual role?
Can that help him to survive without hurting conscious?
Can he sustain the onslaught which is dangerous and vicious?

One should accept the fact and shape the course
There is no room left later on to lament or curse
You have been sent here with some noble mission
You may have ample time for its rejection or admission

You should never look helplessly at the sky
You should think of attaining brightness and try
One must try to come out of the bondage
Almighty has give enough time and room with privilege

You should never remain under any illusion
There should not be any type of confusion
You will be taken off the ground and flown
Your ideas and dreams may be simply blown

What you can honestly claim as your close associates?
The one who drives you to the walls hates?
Or the one who misguides you to fall in traps?
These all may be made known to you in steps

Nobody may sympathize at your cause
You were not meant for it as the case was
The pain, agony, hatred were to remain as your permanent enemy
You were not to remain happy and wear the look very gloomy

What could help you then to overcome the worldly sins?
How to emerge from it with clean wins?
Was that ever possible to continue with selfish world?
Were you armed with clear thoughts to be brave and bold?

The mountain peaks are covered with snow
No one knows the mystery and has ever tried to know
The ocean is very deep still remains calm and peaceful
We, the wicked human being only remain deceitful

The big fortune and wealth may not grant any happiness
The inner satisfaction may be reflected on the shining face
This will be real treasure that may grant you eternal peace
The rest of life may be spent with easiness and at ease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Become Restless

O, lord why do I become restless
Why do I turn pale on my face?
I was staunch believer and truly followed
Why was I stopped and not allowed?

I bow down before you to find only tears
I forget my pain and think how you could bear?
All tortures and pain kept unto self
All wounds and scares given by the wolves

You uttered no words from mouth
Swore no reprisals and considered it not worth
Gave away only blessings for what they were doing
There was no use for convincing and wooing

Lord, I see the visible pain
Your eyes speak it with worries main
You are tired and tied in chain
All your persuasions not gone still in vain

I feel pain of each and every wound
Your pardon to ignorant seems very sound
Such exemplary feet is no where found?
I find anarchy and disbelief everywhere and all around

I have no guts to ask for any reprieve
I have missed all opportunities and deceived
How do I come to you for total forgiveness?
What moral courage do I have to see you and face?

I feel and weep from deep inside
I have come near to you to confide
I have taken vow with simple thought to decide
I shall lye low and never attempt to ride

How could I avail all luxury and feel happy?
You could easily make them happy and merry
You were like ocean and carried full sympathy
You were special messenger from almighty

My heart goes down with full grief
I can only meet eyes for very brief
As I know it will be a real test
I shall not stand good even if try very best

I want to touch your feet and only cry
I don’t want to go into reasons and ask why
It may not render all what I want as an answer
It will be done only when rain may hit my body with shower

I shall pick little calmness from divine touch
As everything has betrayed me as such
I shall stand to gain from hollow sky
I will look at it with opens eyes and try

Let me wash your feet with my sincere tears
I wish to see those eyes and passionately hear
You will murmur only one word
With that love I shall come out and look forward

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky

Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.

In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.

Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.

I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.

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Breath In, Breath Out

Have you heard the political issues
Have you watched the latest news
Are you not tired of listening their views
Feel dismayed by their alibis and excuse

The hearing about human greediness
The stories behind the ill gotten wealth
The selfish people craving for power
These are among the top on the air

In time like this, step back…
Why don’t you take a moment
Free yourself from the uproar
Look outside and feel the nature

Let the privileged do their share
And the exploited to let go of shame
Let everyone on the senate do their job
We voted for them and that is their prize

In spite of wars and abuses
Smile and let the beauty of the world radiate
Turn your face up toward the sky
And feel the loving embrace of God

So let me take this as a chance
I challenge you to join me in prayer
Let’s hope that love would not cease
Pray for our nation’s salvation and peace

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Only Regret

Look of beggars just frighten me
They have full right to stand anywhere they feel free
Not that they are deprived of some essentials
But not given anything to live honorably for survival

I blame no one but only regret
The right to livelihood is for all and be let
No religion teaches any one to be kept starved
Yet they are in pathetic condition and not saved

What do I feel when I find them in front of church?
Have I to enter holy place and make search?
If he was inside then whom did I see outside?
I keep mum with tears in eyes and merely confide

I hear long call from top of the loud speaker
It is worship call to ask blessing for all seekers
But what do I see and find on beggar’s face?
He is not for anything big but only small things in case

Basically I found no difference
It was pronounced different sentence
I was well gifted with something to pull
He was denied with favor and looked helpless and fool

I carried silently for plight and hunger
It was mixed with sympathy and anger
Why a person should beg instead of praying?
Stand before holy place for little saying

Nothing changes except few deaths
We console only after laying wreaths
Beggars do stand there and disappear
Yes unknown disgrace creates fear

I can be in same place tomorrow
What would I do to address it or follow?
I have no answer to address its roots
Pray for only grace to walk on foot

Ask mercy for not happening same with you
You will not have strong will to go through
Not same feeling may be shown towards
You only beg with on the name some words

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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No need to show

No need to show and observe in these final days
For all practical purpose you have stayed away
Visited no orphanages or helped any poor
Just spent all the days in visiting the stores

It may be your routine job to go in for livelihood
Yet the main object behind it was never understood
It needed little time to go in for some good charity
As enough was given to you by the grace of almighty

You still have hunger for collecting more
You opt for all methods to get it and explore
In fact there is no need for extra accumulation
The hidden wealth should have gone for circulation

Praise and power come from the inner strength
You may have it yet remain as beggar till the death
The thrust will never be quenched but fuel more
You may be leading life of an animal therefore

Some of the festivals are meant to address for self
Even if done nothing for others still ask for help
Almighty is so much gracious to grant such relief
If you sincerely pray and bow head with belief

It is not necessary to visit any temple or church
Some of the answers you get if silently search
Inner soul may respond to request and show the way
You may find happiness if shown readiness to pray

Little compassion is must for fellow brethrens and animals
They deserve full attention and care upon their arrivals
Almighty has blessed them to visit beautiful land
We got to be sympathetic and rush to them as friend

We should lead life in such a manner
So as not to disturb or harm others
If you can’t show any kind of sympathy
At least believe or develop some kind of decency

He has always blessed those persons
Who have helped others with various reasons?
If they can’t extend material help in any way
At least show peace with and passion and stay

“Don’t snatch bread if you can’t give”
That will be biggest crime and find no reprieve
If you have no words to reciprocate or forgive
Shake head in affirmative and believe

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My Heart Bleeds (98)

I fancy I can hear the sufferers moaning
The starving woman and the dying man
The malnourished children with the hunger blown pot bellies
My heart bleeds for the people of Sudan.

But these people they need far more than sympathy
They need food and care and medicine right away
They have eaten the seeds that they had to be planted
And hundreds die of hunger every day.

For life's small blessings I ought to be thankful
For I am one who doesn't have cause for moan
Compared to many I feel very privileged
The pangs of hunger I have never known.

One of my neighbours never stops complaining
He grumbles by life he is hard done by
But he looks overweight from over eating
And of malnutrition he will never die.

And another I know he tried to take his own life
Because his girlfriend left him he is in despair
I feel more pity for those dying of hunger
For a broken heart is not beyond repair.

In a Land ravaged by disease drought and hunger
To live to thirty years seen as a lengthy span
And my sympathy is with the starving millions
The hungry and the homeless of Sudan.

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Wealth You Don't Treasure

Wealth you don’t treasure
As you have the key
To the endless pleasure
Of waking up from your dreams
In the middle of night
And tiptoeing to where
The grass is getting its first dew
Preparing the dark liquid
To break into a grey dawn!
Wealth you don’t treasure
As you feel happy in a golden morn
Not knowing why
You get up to go and stand
Quietly beneath a tree
And let your senses brim
With all the sight and sound
Feel the leaves dropp on your hair
In a silent symphony
Before they touch the ground!
Wealth you don’t treasure
As you have in good measure
Everything the wealth can’t buy
A priceless space all your own
For the most treasured dreams to be grown!

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Pay for being good

What prize you have to pay for being good?
How can you remain always in good mood?
Feel nice for self and others in same way
What can be the key to keep evil thoughts away?

I think noble soul can only dream
The person who feels very close to Him
Let people deceive him in all the aspects
He will continue to think of them with respects

We are here on a special mission as his emissary
Since He had seen all the pain it was all the more necessary
To send prophets, messiahs and seers to serve the mankind
It was so nice of Him to think of us and be very kind

“You are the one and only one” we sincerely utter
What else can worry us most and matter?
Once he is there to protect us from all evils?
Why do we lack good manner and will?

We have in typical prejudicial pattern
It is source of worry and great concern
No heart can be won on the basis of force or hatred?
A convincing ordinary life with love can only lead

Few sweet words can bring a desirous result or do a miracle
Many things might not have been achieved even after full circle
“Hello brother, or pardon me” can alter the whole situation
There will not be any acrimony or find its way with continuation

He is there all the time with dead or living
It is not matter of believing or not believing
It is left to good judgment of human beings
It may be realized even by the poor or kings

Never expect good for good always
Do not feel sad when you get back in no way
It is nice way to feel and sincerely pray
He will always lead you and not keep at the bay

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