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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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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Black crow
It is unpleasant to see black crow
I keep the stones ready to throw
No one likes constant ka-ka noise
Very sharp, intelligent bird and wise
We may know nothing about them
They have dirty work and no fame
How much useful they are to mankind?
We don’t know yet but still mind
They get wind of everything early
Find out remains and eat them calmly
They serve the mankind in best way
We neglect them and keep at bay
It has no lovely feature and look
People have painted them clever and crook
They need not search for any fresh food
For them garbage is nice or very good
There would have been spread of epidemic
If the removal of dirt is not systematic
They come to the help and clear the area
No need to invite them or make any plea
They are fearful of human being
Always fly away with powerful wing
With one voice they flock in thousands
Meal is over in friction of seconds
They provide us very noble service
All our essential needs they suffice
Think of them if they are not there
The dirt will remain as and where
They are not liked by because of color
We may not remain in vicinity due to odor
This is their best choice and favorite dish
They will have fist if they find meat and fish
They are in real sense enemy of diseases
Good health prevails and epidemic ceases
How can they be called mean scavengers?
When they are clean agent and messengers
They deserve to be cared by bird lovers
They can’t take place of eye movers
Still they are haunted by everybody
They come and eat unnoticed by anybody
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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The Crow and The Butterfly
Ever wonder why the Crow chases the Butterfly?
Have you ever heard the Crow let out it's cry?
I think I found out why...
It's quite the interesting story, I had to pry..
The Butterfly's beauty, the Crow's will never match.
The Crow's life is nothing compared the the Butterfly's since it's first hatch.
If you are good enough to get a Butterfly, that is quite a catch.
Get a Crow somehow and it gets thrown right back out to the patch.
The Crow has had it so much easier than the Butterfly.
Straight jealousy from the Crow because they have to share the sky.
The Butterfly's flight is reason to stare, the Crow's just reason to cry.
Everyone stops to get a glance of a Buttflies, a few Crows and people pass by.
So if you ever hear a Crow cry,
Or see a Butterfly being chased by a Crow,
Just think how bad that Crow wants to be a Butterfly.....
poem by Joe Gosart
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Think of lovely music
I think of lovely music
May be same divine magic
Deep love and pain mixed with joy
In silent corner to watch and enjoy
May be love has only one language
To take care of feelings and assuage
Little fingers moving in curly hair
Whole world at feet to find it here
Whole of my time is spent in search
You can’t find it in dark even with torch
Heart must be delighted with burning pain
There is place somewhere to cry and n wait for rain
As air thickens with lovely melody
It becomes concern of no body
It silences the sadness in corner
The fire is extinguished from the burner
It is possible words may not be understood
It is equally true not to have supplemented for food
But it has given some relief to know it better
Music can keep you love alive and nicely cater
Pain may vary with high and low tones
The doors slowly open and path is shown
Love may be meant to be embrace
Stand up in faith and make it truly to face
What it does with ailing mind?
It is dead already for nothing to find
Search has ended in failure
Life is uncertain and not sure
Not even wealth or drink may satisfy
They will add to woe and surely multiply
Nothing may come out of it even if you cry
You may feel dejected and nothing may be left to shy
There won’t be anything for coming to aid
So many good words are known to have said
Nothing is helping to come out of great shock
The eyes are paining as they run out of stock
Only few options are open to relax and enjoy
The nature is full of means to provide the joy
It is how we can pick the thread and tie
There is enough with bird’s wing to fly
Some language must be tried to convey
It can provide some relief much to our dismay
There is hidden strength in songs and music
It has something to do with anything that is tragic
Evenings may turn dry and noon so hostile
You can go for fresh air in morning meanwhile
Still nothing as such can compare the lovely melody
You may love to donate everything even if you are miser or greedy
There is divine blessings coupled with harmony
This might have not been experienced by many
Yet that has ruled several ailing mind with much relief
Music to ears is rare blessing and it is firm belief too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crow Country
GUTTED of station, noise alone,
The crow's voice trembles down the sky
As if this nitrous flange of stone
Wept suddenly with such a cry;
As if the rock found lips to sigh,
The riven earth a mouth to moan;
But we that hear them, stumbling by,
Confuse their torments with our own.
Over the huge abraded rind,
Crow-countries graped with dung, we go,
Past gullies that no longer flow
And wells that nobody can find,
Lashed by the screaming of the crow,
Stabbed by the needles of the mind.
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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In Beautiful Garden
Love blossoms in beautiful garden
Flowers boom in colorful shape even
Some fully spread and some just coming out
This is how the life brings change about
Do the flowers need any show?
Do they need some support to grow?
Not at all as it is natural change
It has taken place with the emergence of age
Flowers have natural tendency to attract
It is argument supported by fact
Whether you like or dislike, it can’t be denied
The real fact remains to be seen and can’t be lied
Flowers too need good environment
Lovely people to look at with nice comments
If nature does not find its lovers
Its importance will not be lost however
It has direct relation with good music
What ever seen and observed is accepted as basic
Think of cool breeze in early morning with bird’s voice
You may definitely dislike the little disturbing noise
It makes you to sink over lost opportunities
There is enough of time to think over its futilities
But some changes are always welcome
They are certain and bound to come
In life you may need partner
It has to happen sooner or later
If that is synchronized to the tune
Life will become sweet with fortune
Garden may look barren without flowers
Land may look deserted without rain showers
It is natural blessings that you got to respond
Your wish and goal definitely corresponds
Life has to be challenging with enterprise
It must move on even with surprises
How a flower can be looked with out fragrance?
Life too will be looked without charm without its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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More Than A Melody
Verse One:
In the still of a moment; my voice can be heard
So listen carefully, there music inside each word
I am the Composer, of the melody of life
So, take upon my yoke learn of me, I'll be your guiding light
I am the Director, Be part of My symphony
I speak peace unto the storms; even the winds obey Me
Let me be your song, you'll never have to walk alone
I will help carry on, carry on
Verse 2:
I am the music within the inner ear
Hearken unto my voice, I'll declare, I'll draw near
I am the rythym to every beat of your heart
And, If you'll place your trust in me I'll never ever part
So, let Me be your song, you'll never have to walk alone
I will help you carry on, onnn
Pre-chorus:
When the notes are formed(They make)
They make a special sound(the music inside the music)
The music inside the music;(It lifts me when i'm down, i'm more than)
More than the beat of time(so much more)more than the lyric more than
More than just a melody(More than just a ryhme)
More than just a rhyme; more than just a melody;come unto me
Chorus:
Ohh,ohhhhh,ohhh,ohh
ohh,ohh,ohh,oh,ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
More than just a melody(i'm your closet friend i'll be there to the end)
More than just a rhyme(Shelter in the time of the storm;you'll never
have to be alone,now)
More than just a melody(trouble won't last always when you realize
that iam)
More than just a rhyme(you won't to live each day alone because I am
more)
More than just a melody(more than just a song to sing more than the
beat moree,morree)
More than just a melody(More than anything that you can spend me on, spend me on
i am)
More than just a melody(Morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
More than just a melody(Yes,Yes i'm more)
More than just a melody
More than just a melody
More than just a melody
This more than a melody is off the cd entitled "More Than A Melody(Not
"Best of Yolanda Adams)
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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More Than A Melody
Verse One:
In the still of a moment; my voice can be heard
So listen carefully, there music inside each word
I am the Composer, of the melody of life
So, take upon my yoke learn of me, I'll be your guiding light
I am the Director, Be part of My symphony
I speak peace unto the storms; even the winds obey Me
Let me be your song, you'll never have to walk alone
I will help carry on, carry on
Verse 2:
I am the music within the inner ear
Hearken unto my voice, I'll declare, I'll draw near
I am the rythym to every beat of your heart
And, If you'll place your trust in me I'll never ever part
So, let Me be your song, you'll never have to walk alone
I will help you carry on, onnn
Pre-chorus:
When the notes are formed(They make)
They make a special sound(the music inside the music)
The music inside the music;(It lifts me when i'm down, i'm more than)
More than the beat of time(so much more)more than the lyric more than
More than just a melody(More than just a ryhme)
More than just a rhyme; more than just a melody;come unto me
Chorus:
Ohh,ohhhhh,ohhh,ohh
ohh,ohh,ohh,oh,ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
More than just a melody(i'm your closet friend i'll be there to the end)
More than just a rhyme(Shelter in the time of the storm;you'll never
have to be alone,now)
More than just a melody(trouble won't last always when you realize
that iam)
More than just a rhyme(you won't to live each day alone because I am
more)
More than just a melody(more than just a song to sing more than the
beat moree,morree)
More than just a melody(More than anything that you can spend me on, spend me on
i am)
More than just a melody(Morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
More than just a melody(Yes,Yes i'm more)
More than just a melody
More than just a melody
More than just a melody
This more than a melody is off the cd entitled "More Than A Melody(Not
"Best of Yolanda Adams)
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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It's Music Not Noise
Love Music, Hate Noise
Music may heal you
Noise may irritate you
Different from every aspect.
Find Music, Throw Noise
Music is nice,
Noise is insane
Different from each other.
Cherish Music, Burn Noise
Music is good
Noise is evil
Now can you choose?
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Always blue
I am nature’s lover
Staunch supporter and believer
I venture out to hear morning calm
I find trees but do not look at palm
So much height and beyond reach
Can not impart anything or teach
I find calm sea at beach
More to learn and less to preach
I hear calm echo in morning
It has opened up with new beginning
Lots of birds still resting in nest
Maya come out any time to serve the best
Have you not heard?
I said “M blue bird'
why you still wait?
You may get late
Smile on her face for while
when I had walked for miles
I heard beautiful voice
I did not think but made a choice
With lots of friend around
No similarities found
Love bird seemed to me very sound
Now I search for breeding ground
I know we will find a home
With happiness to welcome
New beginning with lots of thing in mind
You were generous enough to be very kind
I can fill in the gap
I think it as right step
I have nothing think for right or wrong
She is ideal and one of the best among
I loved the way you responded
I had not sent a word or corresponded
It was appearance of rare bird
What a magic voice was heard?
I was just lost with natural echo
It tore apart silent zone long ago
I wondered to have found a rare bird
Still lost with music never heard
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Black Crow
Theres a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
Hes black as the highway thats leading me
Now hes diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
Flying
In a blue sky
I took a ferry to the highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
I took a plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
Ive been traveling so long
Howm I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
Im like a black crow flying
In a blue, blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been
Illumination
Corruption
And diving, diving, diving, diving.
Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw a back crow flying
In a blue sky
Oh Im like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Makin Some Noise
When I was a young boy
I was workin for the state
I wasnt makin much money
I was stayin out late
Go down at nighttime and
Play music in the bars
Take my breaks out underneath the stars
I was makin some noise
I was a workin boy up at the top of my voice
Sayin look at me mama Im makin some noise
I had to rock the boat, I had to shake the tree
To see whatd fall down on me
I thought maybe I can make it if I never give in
I been down before, I aint goin down again
Im makin some noise
I been a worried boy up at the top of my voice
Sayin look at me mama Im makin some noise
From across the canyon a guitar plays
Through an amplifier on a long delay
It was an ol d melody I recognized the song
I had an amplifier too, so I played along
Im makin some noise, Im still a working boy
Up at the top of my voice
Sayin look at me mama Im makin some noise
Im makin some noise, I been a long gone boy
song performed by by Tom Petty
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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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Enough wealth but no health
I have amassed enough wealth
but not bestowed with good health
I have fine body and healthy mind
permanent weakness with diseases of all kinds
I try to look reasonable as far as possible
something forces me not to be accessible
possible so much wealth stops me to be free?
Like so many heavy fruits laden on tree
All luxury and comforts is at my disposal
I like no suggestions or good proposals
May be inner false strength or pride prevents
Ill feeling coming on fore possibly to vents
I hope and feel there is soul like thing
it urges me to stop and to do something
I lack courage and enough strength
it stops me from going to any length
I have some feelings but can’t express
Read between lines but can’t redress
it may be lacking spirit or not enough?
Prevents me from facing the situation rough
I try to come out of situation with purge
With love and kind gestures to emerge
I still think body is not that strong
Stalls the desire to move and among
Why can’t I lead the ordinary life?
Is the time still not ripe?
Am I destined to be beggar?
Troubles are in store with pills coated with sugar
is it so difficult to come out of cage?
Rewrite complete things with new page?
The body doesn’t allow me to replace rage?
It has passed with youth and now old age
if I can’t be good human being with enough wealth?
Allow me to become ordinary man with good health
it hurts me more than anything else
I shall do it with strong resolve to repulse
It is no use to continue with weak body
Then it will be business of anybody
We will be just reliant on others
Worries may engulf us and bother
Wealth has still important role to play
It can make it easy for any other way
Health is to have little more dominant part
If one has to be healthy to look rally smart
Health and wealth can’t be at anybody’s cost
Both concern us equally in life very most
One can’t be done away with one another
It has to be supplement to each other
Since wealth has failed to deliver the goods
I shall be careful about my intake or food
I may send message through new initiative
Prove to the world with the strength relative
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Quality or color
It is not the quality or color
The originality of substance that really matters
It is outer beauty that appeals us more
Otherwise any creation by almighty stands to adore
Every natural objected is expected to prove
Show to the world about quality and move
What they stand for and what can be objective?
Function may be different but color can’t be selective
Color differentiation is common in our mind
We compare to outer show and elegantly find
To out utter dismay something may not appeal
But fact remain same and work may speak real
We are very much color conscious
Even though at heart we may be very pious
We like the white color but don’t hate
Other colors as they have importance to state
Dark doesn’t speak bad or cast gloom
You may think seriously about it in room
Darkness frightens you with slight fear
You even forget to differentiate who is very dear
Nature makes it more important with the advent of cuckoo
Morning becomes melodious with sweet music through
She has only one mission and that too make human being alert
Bring all energy in store and try to fully exploit or convert
Crow makes it little vicious
He is not prepared to share the delicious things
But his mission makes it more important
The garbage or dirt is removed very instant
So something is do be done purely on merit
Purely on the basis of color, we should not try to ignore or omit
Every object has got identity of its own
They will be pointed subjectively and distinctly known
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lord Krishna said
Lord Krishna said once
"Come to me and take no chance"
Listen to the flute
It may dilute
Your hatred
And be never led
By wrong notion
That may break the nations
My flute may sing
Universal brotherhood songs
That may appeal
And make souls to regale
Listen to the music
It may form the basic
There is no hidden magic
It is the only one and unique
I am symbol of love and peace
That can be felt in early breeze
When birds make beautiful and lovely melody
The ears may love to hear to the tune of somebody
Love to hear for few minutes
It may enhance the power and dilute
All irrelevant thoughts in mind
Try for lovely and beautiful world to find
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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The Thirsty Crow
Have you ever heard this story before?
Of a wise and clever thirsty crow?
Well, if you haven't then listen
The famous tale of this hero, now let's begin,
It happened when in a spell of dry weather,
The poor birds could find very little water,
This crow, when he felt thirsty,
Searched for some water desperately,
But in summer, as it was great famine,
Even a dropp of water he couldn't find,
This unfortunate fellow thought that he must,
In despair surely die of thirst,
Then suddenly he spied an old pitcher,
Filled with very little water,
But oh! The pitcher was so high with a narrow neck,
The little water, the poor crow could never get,
He was unlucky, thought the crow,
His beak couldn't reach the water as it was low,
Then suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind,
Around him some pebbles he could find,
He picked some pebbles and threw into the pitcher,
And finally the water raised its level,
This clever fellow then threw more pebbles
Until the water was higher in the pitcher,
Higher enough for his beak to reach the water,
The thirsty crow now took a sip of water,
Then drank more water from the pitcher,
Until he was no more thirsty,
The genius crow then flew away,
To tell the world about his victory!
poem by Sadia Maqsood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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