A day to start with....
Why our day starts with beautiful music in ear?
Why it doesn’t fail even for single day in year?
Cuckoo airs melody at an appointed hour
Whole atmosphere echoes it with good odor
All birds have special character
We may find them usually in every sector
They have their own specialty to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialty of its kind
Cuckoo is only one bird with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She airs lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine with her song may alert even fool
It is pleasant to hear her voice with music
It generates thrill and creates good magic
God might have gifted it to one in million
Music with beauty is considered as real union
Cuckoo is black but considered as melody queen
Everybody may listen to and seems to be very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be called God's messenger
It is early definitely some signal in the morning
Telling the world about impeding danger and stern warning
“You be sweet to all” and remain close to heart
Jump to brisk but later on turn it to good start
Nature is very kind to human being
It doesn’t differentiate between poor and king
Its flow is uniform and even in all the direction
Seasons too follow the suit with equal action
In every action you may witness complete harmony
It may not be possible with us or in fact with many
It is tragedy and must be looked as not good sign
We must love to live with peace and feel fine
If birds don’t ignore the nature then why do we?
Why we remove the trees and make them refugee
We loose the shed and they loose the home
We know nothing and aimlessly roam
Nature never deserts us and offer fine place
How easily we can forget and replace?
We can act thankless and invite the wrath
It is one step away from loosing faith
Had there been any other option for us to follow?
We could have made the land to go barren and allow
Complete destruction of natural property to pave the way
For other things to come up and permanently stay
No body can save us from possible fall out
It will be no retreat but invitation to drought
Complete extermination of mankind without battles fought
What do we seek in reality? Survival or rout?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Bird
I saw beautiful bird
'Cuckoo' by name and with lovely voice cord
Always there to bring about some cheers for human being
As they love the nature and in praise sing
I saw the pain and dryness in bird's voice cord
The bird watched towards sky and jumped forward
This was not good omen and I feared some bad fallout
I thought of certain short fall in rain resulting in draught
Dark clouds were no where seen
With little sweet melody you can witness the scene
I helplessly observed no change
As bird felt it and could hardly raise
Some people pick the sense and raise the concern
They too predict something bad and speak it in turn
Rain God may not be kind this year
If it is to be believed in ears
Birds give good indication of seasons
Their arrival in time with reasons
They pick it with their hidden sense
They express joy with their presence
Take morning stroll if you can
You may feel freshness of air without fan
It blows gently to instill new energy
A real blessings and chance from almighty
I always to see beautiful things around
Cool breeze to feel and dews on the ground
It is really wonderful to think of best friend
Nature as such is our close ally to stand by
Let us be with birds to celebrate
Enjoy its presence and strongly relate
We have to share more burdens
As we have lost some ground and faith is shaken
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Musical element
I was never troubled from setbacks
Even though it used to remind me of drawbacks
I used to take it as challenge and counter
Even though down but forcing me to burst into laughter
Nights may trouble with so much of curiosity
It may some times cast doubt on ability
I might have passed many sleepless hours in quest
But may not lead me to think of what could be the best
I am out to find best solution to the crisis
The change is good alternative and forms basis
"Go to the nature and seek refuge with music"
That may spell new theme with magic
The birds have nothing to do with early morning
Yet the cuckoo airs melody for turning
Dead thoughts into live one by infusing new waves
Where person can pick the natural thread and dare
Musical waves create so much peace in mind
Its up and down lyrics makes space to find
Adjust with sad or happiness scenes
A rare mixture of happy and sad tunes
It rarely fails mankind and creates enthusiasm
Life too is same with optimism and pessimism
Some third option is also available to cope with crisis
That is the only aim of life to success with basis
The mind is fresh with supernatural melody
That is playing almost magic for everybody
Music best element and surprise that God has
It is best in all the forms to face the phase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad cuckoo
Have you ever seen sad cuckoo?
Yes I have seen and it is very much true
Hardly any one can notice it in early hours
As cuckoo has disappeared and seen no where
I sued to wake up with her call
When night was about to face its fall
So dreadful, frightening and calm
I heard her melodious voice with no harm
Some new habitats are coming up on hills
It is strong dissent by birds and animals
Wild animals attack the human beings
As they are capable and first kings
Some time in the morning I heard beautiful voice
As if calm with no more music to create with noise
As forbidden to use morning top places near by
Time has come for them to bid a good bye
I guessed it right
They had made no effort to fight
With no option in hand but to migrate
No more melody in morning to state
They are now no where
Vacated place and gone somewhere
Thick branches and trees have disappeared
Their existence is totally now feared
They might have gone too far
But that places are not too safer
It is unfortunate that we have turned cruel
Hand is laid everywhere to speak unwell
It can be considered unfortunate and not right
But think of peasants and small farmer's plight
They are influenced by high price rise
Brought round the corner to sell it to our surprise
Not only birds, animals but poor may be scarce
The talk of future development may turn farce
All over you may find high rise buildings
For small piece of land you may find high biddings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hate, love syndrome
“Shut up, shut up, shut up and go away”
I threw the stone at crow to scare away
It was disturbing me with unpleasant voice
It was making me irritant with noise
I don’t know whether it was because of look
Appearance in early morning on hook
I couldn’t make out exact reason for dislike
Bird was on lovely earth flying like kite
Music leaves impact on blind and even on deaf
It is opening of new day like emergence of new leaf
Human being always loved beautiful birds
I sat in silence and peacefully heard
I was spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found for an answer
I couldn’t distinguish what was wrong with black crow
It had all the freedom to live in environment and grow
How cuckoo could create spell bound magic?
Why crow failed to appeal with music?
It makes lot of difference when hear in bird's voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise?
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody's guess in body
Well both were meant to serve as good carriage
One with melody and another with clearance of garbage
One for fine health of individual and another for mass
There were different but with same important class
Only irritant was simply unpleasant voice
How to compare melody with noise?
I thought I must be rationale in approach
It was visibly seen in day light without any torch
We tend to bear one sided view
We sometimes offend person which not due
It is inherent weakness of fragile mind
Such situation you will never find
Generally we fail to hide our displeasure
It is not yardstick for anything to measure
I hate crow for no reason and am also not sure
There may not be any medicine for it to cure
We fail to recognize the contribution they made by them
They are the factor for our healthy state and real gem
Think of scattered garbage and bad odor in the street
How can music appeal to you when dirty things to meet?
Scavengers, messengers or apostle of anything you call
You must like them whether you see them on tree or wall
There are here to serve you for mental and body health
They are inseparable part of our life and real wealth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A cuckoo in morning
I failed to notice the cuckoo in morning
The cool breeze simply sent me warning
It never happened in the past
I failed to recollect when it was last
I was desperate to find lovely bird
She was all the time heard
It was making pleasant sound
There was good or nice to be found
Cuckoo had made great impact in my mind
I was all out for her to find
She entered quietly in life as very kind
I was almost sunk and gone blind
Well, that was her way to remain defiant
The weather was cool but she was absent
There was no melody or sweet voice to be heard
She had gone for ever as I had feared
Some people are missed and they strike often
The memory may emerge and make sad sudden
It is natural to miss certain golden moments
It has its relevance with some movements
Nothing remains standstill or creates vacuum
We only feel bad and simply assume
The saddest part may often emerge and unseat
You often feel guilty and express desire to meet
Love is desired but not deserved
It is to be distantly seen and observed
It can’t be kept in cage or reserved
It is to be felt from within for the purpose to be served
It may not resurface even if you go for
There may be constant struggle or war
It is pitiable condition that you miss
We always hope to realize the wish
Something can’t happen over night
You may not assume it very right
It has bearing on your mind and heart
It had definitely made a good start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
The Cuckoo flew over a housetop high.
Cuckoo!
"Dear, are you at home, for here am I?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I."
"I dare not open the door to you.
Cuckoo!
Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cukoo, the right Cuckoo!"
"I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one.
Cuckoo!
For I am my father's only son,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son."
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
The bobbin pull tightly,
Come through the door lightly -
Cuckoo!
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
It must be you, the only one -
Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo!
Cuckoo!"
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Cuckoo Clock
We knew it must have been late
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We had no time to wait
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I went to light the fireplace
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I planned it all this way, and
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I snuggled close to her
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Her heart began to purr
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I held my breath inside, and then
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I put my arms around her
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I put that birdie away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
His cuckoo was gone to stay
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We both apologized for why
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Forgave that doggone cuckoo
I went back to her side
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I had to swallow my pride
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
The fire had almost died away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just got situated
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I took that clock apart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I broke the cuckoos heart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Hell never bother us again
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just forgot about him
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
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A Cuckoo to Resurace
The cuckoo has resurfaced
Lot of sadness and gloom I faced
The same melody in air and I raced
She was not to be seen or traced
I saw the need and tried
She almost disappeared and had lied
My all hopes on her bellied
I still hoped and believed
Have you seen the pigeons?
They might belong to any regions
Still they have good liens
They may not remain then aliens
She has enough of music in her
Lovely spell of magic around and here
I go after her here and there
She will jump one tree to another
It is lovely to be in her company
She may have admirers so many
She may prefer only one and accompany
It needs no wealth or lots of money
I wish she sings all the time
It is my only concern prime
I want the nature to be on her side
She holds my esteem and pride
I want to live with peace
It should be spent with ease
Love should excel and reign
Let new chapter open and begin
If there is magic spell
The surroundings may definitely tell
The world may turn into heaven from hell
Music may also remain spell bound and well
It s not what you desire or wish
It is not case of big or small fish
The pond may be large or small
The love may only be the call
Why some people are always appreciated?
Why some creatures are always necessitated?
It is by virtue of their being so lovely and good
They are wound healer, medicine or food
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Almost burnt to death
It almost burnt us to death
We were unable to take breath
Children cried to escape sun’s fury
The rays were falling steep causing injury
It caused heavy sun strokes
It passed all previous records and broke
They say it was centuries highest
They were afraid as if complete man kind stood to test
There was no sign of immediate respite
The evenings were pleasant despite
The day was making hell and it was let loose
We had no other option but to remain inside and choose
Why Sun god was so furious on mankind
Why his third eye was oozing so much heat and not very kind
Not bird could fly and go out for good
It was indication of displeasure and that was not at all good
It may take many more days to spread the cool
Were we not cutting our own feet and making fool?
Are we totally blaming free not to invite such wrath?
Why nature is pushing us cruelly to near death?
We have cut many trees and uprooted forests
They were natural habitat for animals and considered best
The birds too have lost the race to breed in nests
It is really a forgone conclusions and real test
It may play havoc and many lives will be lost
This is just beginning and it may heavily cost
The burning sun may bring complete life to a standstill
Everything will be on flame and we may have no water to fill
All ponds and reservoirs may dry and pose the challenge
It will then be catastrophe and may not remain in our hands to mange
It will be witnessed as worst possible annihilation just less of carnage
Bodies may not find place to float even in drainage
It is worst scenario that is yet to be witnessed later
If rain God displeases altogether fails us to cater
It is matter of great concern and can’t be left for another date
We are already passing through delicate phase and are very late
Let us please the nature in best possible way
Let us not uproot anything and make it stay
No blocking of natural flow of river
Growing of trees in large scale forever
We have enough time to address and come out with the scheme
You need to synchronize with natural resources and its theme
Not to deplete natural sources in disastrous manner
It may prove as deadly blow as if pushed in belly with spanner
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful start
Morning is poised for beautiful start
Dews are still on ground but ready to depart
Strill the birds are in nest but making little move
The nature is at its supreme and nothing to prove
The melodious voice starts emerging
The early morning is filled wih nice singing
The cuckoo is at her best with beautiful echo
We are just preparing with words to go
The darkness is slowly fading a way fine
The horizon is slowly illuminated with red shine
The night peace will be a forgone conclusion
No one may rememeber who made the intrusion
Ya it is not rememebred for the good
We need to go out in search of food
The wood may be looking so lovely and nice
We got to fulfill the comitment or promise
What is it to us with bright light
Nature is awakened with beautiful sight
We got to choos whether to go left or right
It is definitely not easy to find and fight
But the morning delight can’t be missed
Beautiful flowers are not to be plucked before being kissed
What a fragrance and lovely scented rose?
How elegantly they emerge and pose?
Everything can be missed but not early morning
We can’t wait for it to come after sad evening
The night as usual may bring restless peace
Hold the breath till you feel at ease
Just few steps out side the gate
Watch itout without being very late
Nature is there for you not to hate
You just breath heavily and clearly state
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I look
I look towards sky with helplessness,
But life filled with joy and sweetness,
For centuries man kind failed to witness,
Holy creations lived so happily in oneness,
With all merciful act and grace,
I raise my head with gloom on face,
Request the God not to make us out of race,
Allow us to live with peace and great embrace,
When I bow before you with so many questions,
Find so many wrongs with the season,
All the three let loose hell,
How do I feel so kind and well?
Rain brings so much destruction and flood.
As if some demon is hungry for blood,
Loose we shelter and out of food,
Nothing looks so kind and good,
Summer bring scorching heat,
Throw the fire balls in form of heat,
No one dare to take out the head,
Always thirsty and water not had,
Death in all winter more severe,
Many perish in snow here,
How to face and no where to go?
Prepare for the worst with season’s flow,
What a joy and happiness you bring?
Bestowed us with beautiful season spring,
Cuckoo and birds with melodious voice,
We never fear seasons but have no choice.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only One Way
There is only one way
Bow the head and humbly pay
Whatever you have at heart
To the creator for his magnificent craft
What a beautiful nature around!
Lovely birds on branches to be found
Cuckoo to air melody in the early morning
Time to up from bed as sweet warning
Even thousand coolers may not make it cool
Human being is very clever and will not forget it like fool
If some one claims free from his domain
Then ultimate result later on has to be seen
There is something unique in his empire
You may exclaim with surprise and admire
When you are tired and want some rest
Nature will provide it wonderfully at best
Can we neglect single side of the creature?
Those roses in garden with beautiful colors
The butterflies taking fresh test in the morning
The flowers too enjoy the touch till evening
So the story goes on for whole of universe
Someone enjoys it and someone curses
Overall that has been made unavoidable circle
One moves in and others go out smoothly without any trouble
So love and enjoy with whatever you are blessed
Troubles, if any, must be bravely faced
Think that you are on holiday trip
Enjoy little or more before you go to sleep
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Mystic And The Realist
in his poem 'To the Cuckoo' Wordsworth described the bird as a mysterious thing
As if a bird's voice without a bird out of nowhere did sing
As he told he searched for the bird on bush and sky and tree
And yet that voice to him remained as a great mystery.
John Clare the poet from Helpston where he lived when he was young
Once got so close to the cuckoo that he even see her tongue
A leading student of Nature's ways Nature he did not mystify
He never told of searching for a mysterious bird in bush and tree and sky.
Poor John Clare had a mental illness by life he was given a raw deal
But he did see Nature for what she is he see Nature as real
The birds and animals that lived around him he intimately knew
And to the reality of Nature till death he remained true.
The Mystic and the Realist they see things differently
What was a real bird to one to the other was a mystery
What makes us all interesting is that we are more different even than we realize
And we see the World around us through very different eyes.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Cuckoo Clock
I bought a cuckoo clock
And glad was I
To hear its tick and tock,
Its dulcet cry.
But Jones, whose wife is young
And pretty too,
Winced when that bird gave tongue:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
I have a lady friend
Whom I would wed,
For dalliance should end
In bridal bed.
Until the thought occurred:
Can she be true?
And then I heard that bird:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Though ignorance is bliss
And love be blind,
Faithless may be the kiss
Of womankind.
So now sweet echoes mock
My wish to woo:
Confound that cursed clock!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
poem by Robert William Service
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As an artist
As an artist, I have developed some liking
Think about natural objects and surroundings
It is gift from nature with divine feelings
Anybody would exclaim and start praising
Right from the early breeze to down of the day
It is Almighty’s world seen exclusively from different way
There is so much mystery around all the objects
It is quite natural to arouse interest with subjects
The sweet melody is heard in the morning
It has become almost casual with warning
One has to rise early in order to witness nature
This is right occasion to observe in proper manner
The wind blow slowly with cool breeze
One may feel fresh but will not freeze
The feet may experience dews presence
No noise or pollution and complete peace hence
Slowly darkness escapes from the clutch
The bright ray has to descend with light to switch on
Only red shine in the extreme end of sky
As if the earth is awaiting and feel very shy
The advent of light completely change the scene
Everybody is gearing up and activity is clearly seen
It has brought new message of challenge
Everybody may try to solve it with different range
I have noticed from morning to evening
A complete change from time to time with swing
The mood change on each and every moment
You have golden opportunity to observe the movement
I see the rays coming out from dark clouds
They silently move without making any sound
It is not their finest hour to go around
They may move in isolation and sometimes not even found
I compare it with autumn in life
Life may not be easy but torn with strife
I choose the color and try to depict
The nature is very kind and not that strict
It may sweep away many lives
The old people may depart as dry leaves
The new born may make it sweet with their cry
The atmosphere may be filled with enough of joy
I take less interest in autumn
I long for peace and solomony affirm
I stick to nature law and confirm
Complete allegiance with it and remain infirm
I wait for spring to come with message
A union in offing with very good passage
My brush move with different colors
To form beautiful rainbow indoors
I may not be able to supplement natural spirit
It will deem as if lantern is dimly lit
The sun may blind our eyes to look beyond
The artist may paint it by looking refection in pond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A flower to boom
I shall watch you to grow
as the river to have natural flow
I get happiness when your cheeks naturally glow
Take care in future not to give me any blow
I am not prepared to bear insult
You do anything but always consult
You are dear and special one
you prove it right as it is your turn
Garden is well prepared to welcome spring
New change from flowers with fragrance to bring
Cuckoo may sit on branch and fill air with music
It is rare combination of music with magic
Flowers may emerge from plant with good look
Any body may exclaim with wonder and shook
It is great wonder and gift from the nature
This is precious gift for our future
I feel happiness and eagerly glance
Such chances come only in once
We got to develop instinct to praise
Many more plants to grow and raise
We must see and observe how nature takes care
Cool breeze and dew drops appear from no where
They nurture their growth in systematic way
Enough potential to provide with the arrival of sun rays
I stand to loose for all the time to come
as you have chosen me not to welcome
But I shall always remain and enjoy
I will miss you all the time as handsome boy
Keep me at one corner but don’t push
Don’t take any hasty decision and rush
I shall be watching you through thick bushes
You are Little flower coming out with green lush
I shall stand alone and enjoy from far
you shall be shining like star
For me love is not game
I am for it and no one can blame
It is beautiful union of two souls
how best and beautifully we can observe it as whole?
There should not be any breach or tiny hole
We should respect it and play an important role
I bear no ill will or grudge
You can always accept or nudge
I shall accept anything you have to offer
There is no way left for me to differ
Come along and pray the crucial role
We may be living as an opposite poles
There is still scope for meeting point
Our relation may grow with powerful joint
I have no where to go
I shall not easily make it to forgo
any change in life is always welcome
I shall stand fool if I don't understand it at home
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Breeze on Fingers
I got cold breeze on fingers
As I waved hand in full mood as singers
Complete calm and lull prevailed in atmosphere
I was in search of peace to come from somewhere
It is said” peace descend in the early morning”
As all divinity and blessings start from the evening
God too go for quiet retirement and think of universe
And think of the human beings to relieve from the curses
I believer strongly in some of the powers
Sometimes it compels me to seek some the answers
I think in isolation of great divinely feeling
Even though I am quite calm and no pressure is reeling
Yes, it is fact and no one can dispute
It may inject spirit and to all may suit
Whether they are singers, philosophers or loiters
It is just the same for those whoever wishes to enter
The birds sing in melodious tune
I definitely see some good fortune
Not in terms of material or money
It is time to laugh at or look funny
There is hidden energy to feel its first pulse
The cool wind may make touch and get repulsed
This will energies the pulses to become active
Harness in right direction without being called reactive
The sun is waiting to make its first appearance
All are in hurry to disappear at once
It is time to say good bye to old unsettled things
Prepare for final assault and to score for something
Each day to bring new hope with some results
New ideas come up in quick way and built
Each one with restrictions and certain limit
Decision is to be taken in a manner to be considered as fit
Soon the breeze will go away and sun may shine
I may look fresh and feel very fine
I may have nothing to do for it to look adventurous
But certainly it will be pursued as goal and continuous
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful aspect of nature
Did you ever witness beautiful aspect of nature?
As if bright shine is made to reflect for future
Happiness is all over to influence the human mind
New energy and its usages are to be found
How could that appear in systematic dimension?
Each trunk appear with correct measurement and precision
Color to match with original green leaves
Hang downwards to recognize nature's dominance
Spring brings special effect to speak for itself
As if the natural treasure has come out from sea shelf
Each flower to speak of its origin and identification
By color itself you may know the fragrance and relation
How best it has endured the sprit with cycle?
Why there is no such delay in its arrival?
You may know the complete change
As if youth has appeared with age
All birds and animals echo with spring
Rightful utterances with melody to sing
Celebration in morning before sun shine
Human beings to come in life and feel fine
I am believer of nature and certainly respect
Nothing speaks contrary or against in any act
Nature has played effective role and may do so
We only have to follow and naturally go
Anybody can pick up the threads
Weave it to full use and lead
Nature may never deceive you
If you choose and rightfully go through
How many colors are represented in spring?
Every body feels part of its being
Human beings are not exception
We must delight and accord good reception
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The love you feel
The love you feel within
The earth you feel pleasant and green
In nature and around
When all appeal you very sound
When sea waves rise and fall
When ground is seen flat without wall
When you find sun bright and colorful
Think! You have found real love
When you hear voice of cuckoo
When you think nature is kind and true
All objects seem nicely placed
Think! You have found real love
When you find smile on others face
When you see poor man's wish and chase
When you see all birds are back safely in base
Think! You have found real love
When you are enjoying nature
Rest everything is nice and sure
World around may seem breathing for you
Think of right moment and go through
Love is to be felt and not seen
Whatever the case may have been
What do we want after all to watch?
Glimpses of divinely objects to see and catch
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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