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A fine start

It is very difficult
To swallow the insult
Not to end in positive result
It is weakness in built

It is easy to sustain wounds
It may heal with scars to be found
Insult doesn’t disappear or vanish
It may find ways to take revenge and finish

If you can digest
Result will be best
Tolerance is put to test
All rivalries is to rest

Forget and forgive
Less in it to believe
No more pain at heart
New beginning with good start

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A step to stop

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Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner

It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult

Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold

It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can

It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult

Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason

The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary

When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed

He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion

To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt

Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A mother's day special

Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner

It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult

Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold

It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can

It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult

Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason

The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary

When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed

He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion

To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt

Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Much Insult And Pain

SO MUCH INSULT AND PAIN

So much insult and pain-
So much we all have to bear -
Life is not easy for any of us.
Yet we go on
Finding in our small pleasures
In acts of kindness,
Meaning and consolation.

Life is difficult -
Endless disappointment -
Efforts which go nowhere-
Work unrealized-
People we love
Unable to realize their dreams
However we would help them -

Life is difficult
Friends lost
Sadness-

And yet and yet and yet
When we are here
The ‘best we can do’- perhaps.

And that never- ending vague prayer to God,
To make it ‘alright’ somehow.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Bitter words

Sun’s direct rays and heat in hot season
Nothing to complain about for any reason
I might have allowed it as casual feeling
Everybody knows and doesn’t expect dazzling

It may not penetrate or cause any harm
Of course it may be hot but not little warm
It is natural and may be expected more
Man will find refuge and feel it was not before

Words spoken with bitterness burn us completely
It will create impact on mind sudden and immediately
You are caught unaware with no defense to offer
Generally what is considered wise is to keep mum and suffer

It may take more time to adjust and recoup
Self assessment for sore relation and slight let up
Insult may cause breakdown with no other way
You may have set back and nothing to offer or say

We may not know what to speak in distress
Mind not at rest and seized with stress
Common sense on run and unable to assess
Hasty action may lead for immediate action to press

Bitter words may bite you slowly
May not allow you to regain immediately
You may find it hard to forget and forgive
You may offer no reaction and remain passive

It is state of mind that only speaks
Not sure of result but inviting future bleak
Damage is done with no possible gain
It is difficult to face insult and pain

Once spoken words with hatred can’t be taken back
Will spoil the relation completely with visible crack
Should not be uttered at all without any sense?
We should have room not to feel tense

Words spoken in friendly way also create tension
Relation will be at stake and in question
It may cause damage and turn it sour
Retrieve the position …………….

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One stone two birds

rubbish, rubbish, rubbish
it not innocent game to finish
it is brilliance and execution of skill
That fulfills your aim and will

what best can be the option?
where you have to last long with no ration
maintaining strong bond without any relation
according warm reception to foes with citation

It s mastery stroke with fine precision
you may take split second decision
the arrow may travel and strike in bull
The result may be appreciated even by fool

It is move to keep enemy in suspension
He may not come out with its dispensation
there is still more waiting in sensation
when it will be enjoyed with elation

it is realization of goal in one stroke
the move may be concealed in smoke
the enemy may be simply compelled to provoke
here it may force her to surrender and accept the yoke

its usage is not limited to end result
it is not revenge for any insult
it is total surprise and delivered as deadly blow
Its impact may be known later on or very slow

Shoot with precision and prove the alertness
may be possible it is shot in air with firmness
the result is achieved without any bloodshed
this may be considered as an example and watershed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Easy and Difficult

Easy and Difficult

Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Poverty

Growing day by day even than everybody insult me,
but i never insult anyone this is in my nature.
Biggest irony with me that everyone keep distance
from myself but majority of people fail to keep distance
even philosophical people try to attach me with those
who really hate me and success is there motto in life.
Certain people try to show kindness in different way
toward me, but i need solid action instead of kindness.
I am root of majority of evil exists in this world.
Some intelligent people try to define in line
there effort did not yield any positive result.
only selected people win over me.
Why majority of people fail to... win over me?
I am your own.......poverty.

poem by Ajay Srivastava
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A Fish In The Sea Of Tears

O baby you have made me insult-proof
Though if you are a home I am your roof!

Now you can insult me as much as you wish
I live in the sea of tears as if a fish!

Now you can forget me but I will love you always
I will do my level best to see smile on your face!

Now you can avoid me if I come closer
It doesn’t matter if I become loser!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Unable To Admit It

Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
No love that deep will I ever have,
For anyone who believes I can be left...
With tears wept to then leave me,
Grieving over 'their' pain and anguish.

Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
What makes you think to you I am addicted?
What has you convinced,
A relationship with you makes sense?
I've long been healed from your abuses.

Accept your wounds and scars,
To leave imprinted on my mind when you please?
You just don't get it do you?
When I said I loved you...
Nothing in that confession shared,
Said anything about abandoning the love I have for myself.
You are the fool unable to admit it...not me!
There is nothing about you that has stayed with me to crave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth is eternal

Truth is eternal
Echoes all over but not from internal
Pulse is there but not to be heard
Lies within but not to be searched

Fruitless travel but no answer
Knowledge within but known to fewer
Soul and mind to alien and merge
To seek an answer thoughts to purge

Not to run but find a refuge
Open at heart but not to refuse
This is how world comes near
Nothing worry and not to fear

Pain may be there as good company
Anguish too may be there to accompany
Lot more sufferings but not realized by many
Solution is there but not found by any

Aimless venture and no ultimate result
To face the shame and come across insult
Wound to aggravate if put little salt
Still enough of joy if you forget and exalt

Not to cry and not to make hunt
Approach straight and prepare to be blunt
What can not be achieved if applied with mind?
Solution within but need only blessings kind

Oasis water only represents illusion
Why at all there should be any confusion?
We all know it but still ignorant
Why fruitless search often and constant?

Go to jungle or remotely place
Every where you may find anxiety and race
What is it to us if serves no purpose?
Nothing may appeal even if it is rose

I have asked each and everyone
The answer lies with no one
I am directed to go in one direction
“Do not wait for result” and go for action

I understand the contents and fall in line
I expect it to work with result to be fine
Still it stops me from doing so well
The luck may have it with different story to tell

No one has succeeded in imaginary contest
One has to contend and feel to be at rest
It does not lie with your ability or power
You may not find any suitable answer

Try to seek an answer which has some alternative
Should have some reality and not purely imaginative
It may not take you far but land in trouble
Life may be over in quest as it is like bubble

It has to end somewhere with full contentment
It must also resonate with nice movement
The clarity and vision lies within control
The gain may be had even if very small

It is always nice to ask
What am I for any task?
Is what I seek and ask for?
Why not gain it now without waging war?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Insult Upon Injury

Insult!
How do you feel when a woman insults you oh man?
Insult!
How do you feel when a man insults you oh woman?
Insult!
How do you feel when your wife insults you?
Insult!
How do you feel when your husband insults you?
Insult!
How do you feel when a child insults you?
Insult upon injury! !
But the jury is here at last to stay on this case.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Good Thing

I will fight; will fight with my heart.
I will fight; will fight with understanding.
In my mind, the weather never changes
Skill overcomes, difficult situations.
A straight line exists between me and the good things.
I have found the line and its direction is known to me.
Absolute trust keeps me going in the right direction.
Any intrusion is met with a heart full of the good thing.
Try to compare what I am presenting.
You will meet with much frustration.
Try to find ... similar situation.
You will always find the same solution.
As the heart finds the good thing, the feeling is multiplied.
Add the will to the strength and it equals conviction.
As we economise, efficiency is multiplied,
To the extent I am determined the result is the good thing.
So I say:
I have adopted this and made it my own:
Cut back the weakness, reinforce what is strong.

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It's Never Late

It’s never late to dream,
to find in life a gleam,
to break a thread of insult
and hope for a good result.

It’s never late to forgive,
in happiness to believe,
to kill the seed of sadness
for better life and gladness.

It’s never late to return,
a new lesson to learn,
to fall in love again
and dance under the rain.

It’s never late to live,
a new aim to achieve,
a new life to begin
and always try to win.

It’s only late at night
when with a sleep you can’t fight.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 21st,2010

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Can't be forgotten

Life can’t be forgotten
Wealth should be had but never be ill gotten
Both are very difficult to carry on
Still it must be lived on and won

Death can’t be cheated
As it has something to do with us and related
We may face it as ill fated
Or enjoy it as highly rated

Each stage of life is like rainbow
Welcome all of them and allow
Let one by one row of it be understood
Each row with color stands for and essential as food

Nothing may be remembered by followers
As we all are strangers and passengers
Traveling in same bogey with little space
Yet objecting with dislikes.color and race

All may get down with limited baggage
More weight may not be possible with age
Young may try to have as much as possible
Old people may find it hard to carry with troubles

What is to be preserved and what is to be thrown?
What is to be retained and labeled it as own?
Everything may vanish in little unknown time
We forget hard facts of life sometimes

We may be finished but not the bitterness
Everything takes us over easily and shown on face
We run behind it as totally mad
Result is proved to be futile and turn very sad

Fight it out but not with idea to stick
Play like ball and offer hard kick
Throw it in open field and patiently wait
Accept the goal as accomplishment or fate

It is hard to know or digest
Still it can be considered as best
Finally we have to come down and rest
Whether you take it as challenge or test

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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ThE pAiN..........

I'll swallow the pain of being misunderstood.
I'll swallow the pain of being no good.

I'll just swallow the pain of not fitting in.
I'll just swallow the pain of not deserving.

I'll swallow the pain of hiding myself.
I'll swallow the pain of having no help.

I'll just swallow the pain of being constantly hurt.
I'll just swallow the pain of being thought as a nerd.

I'll swallow the pain of breaking my heart.
And in all of my dreams, with sorrow I'll part........

poem by Urmila Reghunath
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You go alone

You go for self and wait for none
Fight it out all but one
You may loose path but never be afraid
River may change path and course not straight

Consider it struggle and not path simple,
Task you may have but not opportunity ample,
Life may be game even worst than the gamble,
It may be acid test ………….

Make earnest effort and try very hard,
Life may even last as you grow old,
Youngsters may cut joke and laugh also elder,
Task may get tough as you spread wider,

It may be harder than even Herculean,
You may bogged down and not come clean,
Dark clouds may appear making more thunder,
You may loose heart and fear more plunder

Goal may be off and you may still wonder,
What will be in store? Question you may ponder?
It may hurt you more as ground seems look,
Not to loose composure but come out of hook

In peace you strive more for good result,
Chances may look deem facing more insult,
You may feel shame and not even consult,
It will give pain such as somersault,

If you sweat more less you may bleed
Stormy weather may pass without any read
Time is precious luck you may need,
Best efforts to be put while sowing seed,

You are always master but not go for rest,
Give hope a chance and try for best,
You may not fail but pass the entire test,

Strange are the ways but not last more,
You may have you faced task this before,
Never to contend with less but try more and more
Put your best efforts with new areas explore

Why to go alone and not efforts combine?
Success may come but not result fine,
No sincere effort but only little cry
Empire may be lost with half hearted try

You will need full attempt while acting tough,
Fall you may have on surface rough
Aim always high and inch still forward,
Face all odds and never fall backward,

Put brave front and not withdraw as coward
Success may touch your feet as full reward
Life is worth to live and is biggest award
Try for best and always look forward

You may heave sigh and feel also relief,
It may augur well and strengthen your belief,
Beginning will be little hard as fresh leaf,
Success story may speak and heard by deaf

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pitching Away Bales Of Daily Nonsense

My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.

And it is not that I heal quickly.
Sharing that process,
Is something I do not believe.
Why should I wear my heart on my sleeve?
To prove my life has not been struggle free.

My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.

There is no reason for you or me,
To validate something we both can agree...
No one familiar with digging out of ditches.
Or pitching away bales of daily nonsense,
Is going to be doing that without a bruise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Try Again

Written by ricki & kim wilde
I cant see your face
Hear the excuses for
The mistakes that you make
Ive heard all your lies
I dont know how much I can take
Before I break
Ive tried to be so strong
While you broke the promises
All the vows that we made
We know somethings wrong
But we carry on anyway
Day by day
Youre the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my heart
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
How can we forget
The sweetness of yesterday
We just cant let it go
Lost in bitterness
Im losing my self control
And my soul
Cos youll be the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my mind
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
Oh why, why do we hurt each other more
When theres a way
Cos we never really found
What we were looking for
Can we try again
Cos youre the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my heart
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
Ooh, Ill try again

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The scars inside will not heal

There is noubt different than being raped
and being pushed down mentaly.
except that the wounds also bleed inside.
The mental scars will not heal.
They do not fade.

There was no difference between being raped
and being run over by a lorry
except that afterwards the sicko asked if you enjoyed it.
As if it were a game.
And still the scars have not healed.

There is no difference of being raped
and going head first through a top floor window.
except that afterwards you are not afraid of hights.
but of half the human population.
And still the scars linger on with the pain.
They do not fade.

Fear of rape is a storm brewing.
Never towalk out alone
when I see a man coming towards me.
All the fears reopen.
And all there is to do is run for dear life.
This scar will not go it will not heal.

Never to open the door to a knock
without the fear has he found me.
What if its him.
All of the fears hold me back.
The scars do not fade they will not heal

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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If the Wealth...

If the wealth is ill gotten
Then good use later on can be forgotten
It will take our hear apparent to down fall
Create distrust, fight and impregnable wall

This is how the wealth takes its toll
Hard earned money may easily roll
Change hands for charity, donation and good use
Others may invite jealousy, deception and misuse

Wealth is main root for all evils
Not all may have security or good will
The family members may want your early departure
As they may be finding a chance for good future

Good sense may only prevail
When you are in control and not fail
Keep them to united fold and trust
Else they may fall apart and mistrust

What can be done with so much wealth?
If that deteriorate your complete health
If that can’t guarantee you peace and happiness
Why on earth it can be longed for and stressed?

I tried to find an easy answer
But answered by only some or fewer of them
It placed me at great worry
I felt really in pain and sorry

What it did me in whole life?
When it was to prove as cutting knife
The family was quarreling among for spoils
I was helpless and there was no use to boil

I wish it not to happen to anybody
The wealth must be used for help to somebody
Its constrained use may warrant good result
But at least it save you from embarrassment and insult

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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