A lucky seventh ton
It is great feat forward to watch the completion of seventh ton
I received congratulation from friends with several phones
The line is still buzzing with many more waiting to come on line
It is wonderful day in life to feel elated and very fine
It is nothing new to go on piling the creations
It may add in n umbers with good citations
I may blend it with fine oratory and quotations
It may certainly be liked by friends with equations
How much love and affections readers have given?
For all my silly mistakes, I have been forgiven
Their cautious comments made me to believe in constant change
It was tremendous boost for writer and had nothing to do with age
When I look back and glance at journey?
It was never meant for any quest or money
It provided me rich food in the form of literature
I was nothing if front of all as small and ordinary creature
The words have flowed with universal love and brotherhood
The readers remained with me as true people in neighborhood
They never found flaws but encouraged to write more and constructive
Their outrage, if any, was in the right direction and very instructive
I stand in deep desert wishing to find sweet water
I am not in position to offer new challenges or needs to cater
It may be their love and affection that has brought me to such level
Otherwise where was I to stand, marvel and all of sudden excel?
If good readers are not there, no creation is possible
Ideas and thoughts remain in books and not convertible
The purpose to reach out to far end fails
No one comes forward to read and avails
It looks wonderful to fly in open air
We can keep loose our fancy with split hair
We may stare at sky and watch the flair
It will definitely be extra ordinary occasion and very fair
I have to rejoice at completion but with utmost care
Any deviation from path may lead me no where
I must write ceaselessly till the last breath
The last word may end only with death
The name and fame are synonyms of success
You have power and ability to find access
The horizon is very vast to explore
Fill it with sweet water from fresh well or bore
I shall pump the water and plant the seeds
It may grow with time with enough care and feeds
The readers may also grow and show the keen interest to read
They may definitely appreciate the creation and pick the thread
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Miser by nature
Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation
Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood
It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance
Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers
Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense
It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought
Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality
I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed
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Readers
Wormed,
I have died many times in this life;
Dragged,
I have suffered many times in this life;
But my readers will learn from me like the sea of love,
For, i am with the works of peace in this world.
Readers, reed, read, dear, deer, ear, ears, are, red;
Now i feel safe with you,
But the level of your love stems out from your hearts! !
Readers, sad, rare, dare, sear, seer, see, sea, as;
And like the muse of your love!
For, it comes out straight from the heart.
Readers,
My source of pleasure;
Readers,
The source of my hope;
But, forgivde me if i have wronged you,
For the acts of your total power is like the loyal soldier!
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Glorious half
Glorious half
I have clearly understood
Poetry is my compassion and nutritious food
I can survive no longer
It is appetite and hunger
I may not be good communicator
I may not have quality of good lecturer
Yet my heart longs for compassion
Ready to acknowledge flaws for admission
I don't even know where from the ideas rush in!
It may be purely divine gift and blessings
I shall claim no credit from anyone
As it is purely an advantage for single man
I move with the events and cry within
Feel anguish and salt of pinch with pain
The head aches with worldly sins
Creates pathetic and vivid picture to be seen
I write with ordinary words for mass consumption
With only aim that it may find some resumption
To start with a day and leave its outcome
To the readers and well wishers to welcome
I may be novice with many subjects
But can relate well with ideological act
I swim and sink with whatever I write
Mind is crystal clear with no wrangles to fight
I shall adore her (goddess for inspiration) picture
That provides me tomorrow's instinct for feature
That vision is almost impossible to convince
If readers fail to create an interest to evince
It shall matter less or have no significance
But rarely it may be forgotten if read once
That much confidence I have when written
See the thousands of people with an urge to ignite
Words may never vanish from the page
Sometimes may be read for coming of an age
Youngsters may read and elders just laugh
As it was in their time that I had glorious half
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A remarkable thousand
One step forward to close on thousand
The reality looked so much sound
The happiness was never experienced or found
I think it is deep routed in the ground
I entered here as raw poet
Many advised me to keep quiet
It was not jumping ground yet
I had seen no one here or met
The poems always fascinated
The new ideas emerged and originated
There was need for it to be put forward
This was not for any gain or reward
Everybody appreciated the poems as put forward
There was no way for looking backward
It was going to pave the way for bright future
The place was going to be there for sure
It did rest all the speculations
All the fears were put out of questions
Though it had direct bearing and relation
There was no need for comparison or equation
I may not be questioned for the quality
To certain extent it may not prove the ability
Still it is worth to put across the views
The readers may judge it with their reviews
No path is that easy to sail smoothly
How best you come out of it truthfully?
There has to be an earnest try and attempt
Alignment with readers and maintain the good rapport
I find suitably amongst all
They do invite me and call
This increases the bond of friendship
How many friends do I find on the real ship?
It is salute to those who have supported
Understood me properly and not misquoted
It is their profound love and respect that matters
It strengthens the belief and doesn’t not shatter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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400th Mark
Completion of 400th poem was not great feat or mark
Many new ideas flashed in mind and worked as spark
Raising voice at roof top doesn’t make it worth while
No one will share ideas or walk with you for a mile
Over year and half ago I was virtually nothing
Only vague ideas of verses to translate as something
There was hidden fear that readers may reject
Still presentation of new ideas was only object
Nature was appealing when I went round
Something new was in offing and always found
Bird’s sweet voice and cool breeze were appealing
Mind was set up on it with earnest effort for revealing
It was so difficult to go in for poetic words
Sought the strength and blessings from the lord
World at large seemed so big and enterprising
Nothing could stop me from little writing
“Go to hell” or “never dare to call again”
Funny comments with abusive words main
I detested the weapon with its sharp edge
My be I lacked enough skill or knowledge
Many offered me with their kind comments
Advised to stand fast and not to lament
How can I be ungrateful to their advices?
I had to offer gratitude and only promises
Some one commented I was killing poems
Had no teeth, wisdom and lacked rhythms
I sincerely thanked them to improve upon
To write simple poems and simply carry on
New people, thoughts with old or new readers
They were by no means less than leaders
I was novice and had to act as learners
To gain and part with is the reality for beginners
I have followed simple theme and plot
It may not be up to mark or falling short
I may try to uphold values and ideas defend
Will not stoop so below to alienate or offend
How poetry does impresses up on mind?
What type of lessons or new things we find?
Poetry, I thought is the holiest approach among all
I enjoy its fruit when sit back and recall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sixth ton
I stood half way with so much satisfaction
New scales were reached to generate lot of excitation
How could one ordinary man achieve poetry feet?
Was it not a simple occasion to wait and greet?
It has become routine now to count in numbers
It brought me to required level among members
It may reach many more hundreds in coming days
Many hurdles still there to be cleared on the way
“Story teller or novice” is fixed on my name
How it looks nice and beautiful when I claim?
Thoughts just creep in mind and I simply rename
Inter weave nicely with delicacy and frame
Is it final stop or beginning of new leaf?
Do I need fresh lease or an extra brief?
It is process of finding new refuge
The task is not difficult but very huge
I may not stand to gain at first stroke
It may vanish in the guise of thick smoke
I shall act as an ordinary and humble
The fame is momentary like water bubble
I shall be lost in crowd and never regain
It should not be seized with or refrain
No do or die situation in the holy task
Cool from outside but hot to remain in flask
What if I go on writing in the natural style?
Will it be stumbling block for a while?
Will it find a favor with reader friends?
Will it ring a death bell or bring to an end?
All mixed feelings and still to fear
Fine composition and smile to wear
Words to be soaked in style with tears
Sorrows and agony to self always bear
What I could give to millions who need?
Only words with deep feelings to read
It shall be deemed worthy if I can feed?
Best possible way to find a place and lead
I am not in position to express my deepest gratitude
I want to be placed at the bottom with my attitude
How sky can be measured with its altitude?
All are humble and can’t afford to be tough and rude
I wish to stand among all having entity as poet
Normal writings with ideas so specific and quiet
I may find its worth in coming days at any rate
Luck sometimes smile and annul the work of fate
I love to b part of small globe
Awakening of conscience without any probe
It may lead me to a place where I should be
Well wisher and friend with views to express free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A 500th poem
Why should I not celebrate it as an auspicious occasion?
Completion of 500th poem should not end my passion
I will have to struggle hard to make poems known to outside world
Even if I am cold shuddered, relations strained or turn into cold
How many inspired me in this holy drive?
How could I be stayed on for long and survive?
Certainly they captured my heart and soul in open
Why should I look back to unpleasant things and reopen
I am yet surprised how could I achieve it in good spirit
Who was leading me on path with little lantern dimly lit
Was she all the time leading me safely to destiny?
She held her hand and penned the thoughts with me
What can be remembered more on this day?
The person who led me to walk on this way?
Or the friends who inspired to me to express and say?
They counted so much in my life to find golden ray
I face no or little problem as writer
I need not convince anybody that I am good fighter
They made me strong with their conviction
To withdraw from race is now out of question
I couldn’t believe my eyes how I could do this
Everything went on smoothly without any miss
How important things could just flew in poetry?
Was it miracle or simple matter to find an entry?
I am firmly placed by the grace of God
Friends and readers have given good nod
I was nothing when put first step forward
Their love and affection is only my reward
I shall continue to Endeavour for close contact
Revelation of new development to the subject
I may not live more to witness the outcome
I am sure the new poetry concept will always be welcome
I shall not be bound by any restrictions
It must flow freely for any actions
It has to rise for the support of the poor
Rest all must find no favor or door
Poet must find space in real scene
It must have reflection and clearly seen
My work may be judged tomorrow
I must have simple ethics to follow
I shall strive hard to maintain peace
People must follow it with ease
I must be down to earth poet
It must not spark passion but remain quiet
Words may go down as natural flow
It will not deliver any unjust blow
Cordial relation and harmony must rule the day
My creation may find nothing or something to say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do it your way for Stephen Stirk
Sometimes the words that writers use
have different meanings and values.
For words don’t always mean the same
and common words don’t play the game.
Some words can mean their opposite
A writer must be explicit
selecting words in such a way.
Their meaning is as clear as day.
Avoiding in particular
the words that seem familiar
That sound the same when they are not.
Meanings can differ quite a lot
Like seams and seems or there and their.
A writer has to be aware
Simplicity is his finest tool
and that his readers as a rule
Are not concerned with the syntax
Your words should help them to relax
If they do not then you will fail
your efforts all to no avail.
Although your words are scholarly
perfectly composed grammatically.
Successful writers in the main
make sure they write to entertain.
They cater to the public taste
they haven’t got the time to waste
Writing works which won’t be read
That will not earn their daily bread.
Those who write professionally
research their market thoroughly.
The must be certain it will sell
and some of them do very well.
Amateurs, who post on the net
are not constrained they can forget
The publishers and critics views
and simply write the way they choose.
Though they won’t earn a single cent
it doesn’t matter, They’re content
with comments that their readers make.
They love to write for its own sake.
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Emphatically Expressed
A writer doesn't write to attract readers.
Maybe gossip columnists do.
To sell images and ruin a few.
But a writer who is true,
Writes because that is what writers do.
I wrote years before anything I wrote was read.
It wasn't to impress.
Those issues express about me,
Have long been put to rest in my head.
If something I write is read...
I hope a connection is made from what I've said.
Some also make claims they too like to write.
And I say to myself,
'Liking and loving are different appetites.'
No one who 'is' a writer takes it 'light'.
And those who feel this way...
May stay up night after night,
After many a sleepless night.
And it isn't for fame or money.
Trust me on that.
And I thank God what I do isn't done for the glory.
That's another story.
However,
When my contributions do become discovered...
It will be 'seen' there is some depthness meant.
Something within me that seems never to be solved.
Something with content I can not just dissolve.
And there is nothing to glorify,
When someone who writes for nourishment...
To feed others,
Do not think themselves to eat or drink.
Not when a thought comes to possess their minds,
With a desire to be completed.
Coming with a sensation one should heed.
And most of the time this is the writer's deed.
Whether the one who 'writes' gets a wink of sleep,
Or blinks.
And no matter if what is written is accepted,
Or thought to be rejected and stinks!
This kind of discipline...
Does not seek to reach for that attention!
Unless,
Money becomes mentioned.
And only then,
Of course...
What I have just emphatically expressed,
You have my permission to ignore.
Since my intention will take upon another direction,
To excite my need to explore...
With a more deepened Introspection.
I do write.
But biting into a good meal,
Intrigues!
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Great Poetry?
How could anyone ever truly
Define great poetry?
Factors are so many that contribute
To the way each person does hear-feel-and see.
The season, the day, the very time,
Along with each readers wisdom-knowledge-and mind.
A line read one day
May deeply stir the spirit
While the very next time read
The reader simply just can't 'get-it'.
Besides, who is to judge,
And who is to decide?
Who always speaks truth,
And who pray tell has never lied?
Let the one who has never struggled with emotion and word
Cast the first critical stone,
Let the pure, perfect poet
Read and write completely all alone;
Enshrined by himself
Upon his own empty throne.
After all, it is supposed to be
A bit (or more) of myth and mystery,
A little difficult to decipher, somewhat vague,
Meant to speak, but not brag.
For Goodness sake, it's poetry.
Not prose, not essay, and certainly not the news.
It's forms are many and free,
It's thoughts different and deep,
It's direction everywhere the heart can see,
It's origin, and destination, ineffable...
But to write, one must try, or die... such is the poems strength.
So, let the creator of words create.
With wild and wonderful words to decipher and debate;
And never let the beauty of it all
In trivial criticism suffocate.
What is great poetry though you still inquire?
I should have told you from the start;
(But, then you would not have listened)
Great poetry is always, and only,
Beautiful words written truly
From, and for, the heart.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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One day queen
“Ask anything from me “I shall fulfill
Almighty God asked me for realization of will
”in fact I don’t deserve for it any more”
With no skill in me how can I explore? I replied
”You have all the potentials as fake poet
how can you keep silence and remain quiet?
You tried very hard to unset many stalwarts
Without poetic skill you tried to be smart”
You have used talent for gaining ground
Nothing extra ordinary in you was seen or found
You knew your talent and its limitations
Still you have tried to prove it with citations
What else you want to score and achieve?
Do you believe in “earn respect and give? ”
If not then ask whatever you wish or want
I may fulfill your demand and grant
“Make me poetess queen for one day”
I want to have complete rule and say
One or two days may sufficiently pave the way
Just help me out to find golden ray
I failed to achieve by dishonest mean
I was desperately trying or very keen
I took precaution that I was not involved in the scene
But in all games virtually I was in
“I appreciate all your qualities”
“That is how I have provided you the facilities”
You will wear poet’s crown for two days
Thereafter find the convenient route or find the ways
But bear in mind and don’t take it for granted
You are slur on poet’s part and never wanted
Poetry level has been brought to lowest ebb
This can continue only on particular web
Many more are following in same way
Without talent they want to have sway
How can this be a healthy and fair game?
Where only tricks, fame and matters the name
This is mere example of what is actually going on
Artificial ratings with popular voting game is on
It may boost ranking and popularity drive
People may fall in trap and really believe
To reach on the top is not child’s play
It has so much in it for readers to say
It may take years to build public opinion
Nobody can help even some influential union
You will have to carve out your own image
It doesn’t matter how much is your age
You must have progressive views without any bondage
It must come on as if fine print on page
God also helps those who help themselves
Person who knows his limitation and behaves
Rest will follow its natural course
Nothing can stop him from reaching top of course
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Best Product Not Sold
It is matter of joke
When poems offer me stroke
They receive more 'likes' than comments
I console self with 'likes'' rather than resent
At least readers don't offer you brickbats
If they could express and clearly state
But we are all thankful to escape unhurt
Otherwise we must be prepared to receive the bag full of dirt
Now a days politician receive 'Chappals'as gift
There is slight modification in approach or shift
Either it may be stage managed show to draw the attention
Here we find 'likes' and it should be taken as unrecognition
Readers have become wise and miser
We value them as an expert and adviser
More often they offer valuable tips
I take it seriously and soundly sleep
'Uncle you pack your luggage'
'You are on oxygen and has lost an edge'
I take their words in form of blessings
They have no clue and offer misgivings
Today we have more writers than readers
Like wise each house has fewer members and more leaders
Each one is capable of leading big country
But find no support for talent and feel sorry
Each and every poem must find its due recognition
It has hidden message with scope for revelation
If some one likes it, it must find reason
If not then also it needs few words for poet as person
In today's world even best product is not sold in market
It needs some means and ways to reach people with support
It may take years of hard work, labor and pain
Then only he may be able to reach the position or attain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Muse India dance
I love to see muse India dance
Wonderful scene to witness by chance
Such an occasion never come even at once
When peacocks open the feathers to dance
All such comments enhance my vigor
I stand to gain many things with honor
I believe in love and spread the message
Whether I am liked for or blamed for age
Such wonderful things never occur
When I feel elated and make very much sure
Love must find its way in any form
I smile and resign without any harm
Love is always meant for and very pure
Only thing I for one must be very much sure
Where one he is heading and what is the aim for
Nothing wrong if one takes step to explore
I saw sweet cuckoo on tree
Making it beautiful with rhythm to feel for free
What a great moment to see two peacocks dance?
Early in morning when I happen to see Muse India by chance
Love has made inroad with triumphant win
Such response is nice to be seen
After all one makes to understand
Divided we fall and united we stand
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take My Breath Away
Take My Breath Away
lyrics: If I had castles built on high
I'd find a million ways to write your name against the sky
Just to let you know you caught my eye
If I had more than wealth could buy
I'd sell it all and start again for just one chance with you
Girl I'd give my all to win your love
And I would be rich
And I would build all my world around you
Just to show you
How you take my breath away
And you would find love sweet lady
Nobody else this side of Heaven knows
How you take my breath away
If I could turn the day to night
If I had faith to walk on water maybe you would see
The reason I thank God for miracles
Cause baby when you walked into sight
You turned an ordinary man like me into a king
I would give anything to win your love
And I would be rich
And I would build all my world around you
Just to show you
How you take my breath away
And you would find love sweet lady
Nobody else this side of Heaven knows
How you take my breath away
I think there's something here worth saying
I don't want to scare you
So let me make my wish and hope that you believe
In simple love like I do
Say that it's true baby
'Cause you got me shaking
My breath has now been taken
I've got to overcome this aching
To win your love
And I would be rich
And I would build all my world around you
Just to show you
How you take my breath away
And you would find love sweet lady
Nobody else this side of Heaven knows
How you take my breath away
Take my breath
Take my breath
Take my breath
How you take my breath
Take my breath
Take my breath
Take my breath
How you take my breath away
And I would be rich
And I would build all my world around you
Just to show you
How you take my breath away
And you would find love sweet lady
Nobody else this side of Heaven knows
How you take my breath away
Take my breath
Take my breath
Take my breath
How you take my breath
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Not the days...
Now the days
Now the days of books have gone
E-poetry has excelled and most of the work done
You have outlived and performed nice
It was all you could do as per promise
It is nice to have desires
More to feel elated when readers admire
It is as good as achievement and satisfaction
The good smile must appear on face as an indication
In old days books were published
Some proof reading was done and finished
So much care was taken for spelling mistakes
Now no more such exercise and intakes
The word spell check does it all
You feed the word and it sounds nice call
All different words appear and supplement the need
Then the poem is ready for read
It has reduced the pain of storing
Previously composition was considered as boring
Now the scene is completely changed
The poems are well edited and managed
No need to go for its publication
It is stored and kept centrally at main stations
It can be clicked and read within no times
There is no fear of loss any time
I wonder for it as blessings
Nothing goes from it as missing
Everybody has equal chance for preserving
Good name and fame too for deserving
I would love to give credit to the emerging scientists
They come up with novel ideas and beautifully insist
On new technology and its development
It is one of the most credible movements too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A thousand plus
It is thousand and plus
Always adding and not going minus
It is wonderful experience to feel something
It has made positive swing to, rove anything
It is almost a dream to have come true
I have made real atempts too
It has proved its worth and essence
I have really felt and made some presence
It is lot for me to count as an achevement
It is not small matter but happiest moment
I could do it not because of me alone
Frineds and readers have helped me it all
I look back and evaluate the outcome
It was not easy and always welcome
Though one has to stand the test of time
It was my passion and interest prime
I am at cross road
There is no such heavy load
The pomes cross mind in easy way
I would love to stay and not go away
I shall try to win over the puzzle
The rain may slowly slowly dazzle
It is just a little gesture
Who knows what will be stored in future?
Let future road not be blocked by any hurdle
Let journey is not stopped in middle
Let love and support comes from all the direction
I shall repay my gratitude by lovely action
The creation and work may endlessly go on
Prizes and awards may also be won
It will be real worth if that helps any cause
It has has to be endless drive without any pause
Not all may reach the shore
Still it is our duty to explore
W may be adding more and more
It must contain violence and abjure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prabhu's Blessings
The sky may look hollow
But certain things are expected to follow
*Prabhu, Lord has showered me with blessings
An old man dying on death bed sees it as kind things
Not all may realize the importance
If little good is said at once
It may not be by chance
But from heart by an ounce
I am humble man
Ordinary and down to earth human
Feel sore at plight of bird even
After all it is fancy and deliberately driven
What poets generally feel and write?
Clash it with changing world and fight
Leave no ground to convince the readers
That you need a voice not from leader
Not metaphors or beautiful words may appeal
Not a good picture or contents may look real
But if feeling is mixed with simple words
It may certainly work with people to look forward
Many things are happening around
Not feeling of closeness is found
I feel dejected as if to have wasted time
Life is so precious and not to be spent cheaply sometimes
Someone showed me the way and pushed me to front
To show the masses that there is something not to confront
Love and peace can't bargained with hatred and annihilation
Mother earth is beautiful to live in and build very good relation
*Prabhu…..God, Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Turn a great poet
You can turn a great poet
Only you should have an art of keeping others quiet
Keep group of four or five to support
Rest other poets may stand to deport
It happens in all the organizations
It becomes known only after some revelations
But exactly what cause we serve by doing so?
We make indecent entry for other poets to go
There is no yard stick for readers to prefer
Some of the ideas are pre set and is likely to differ
Yet some kind of favor reflects in trend
This is enough reason for good poet to buckle or bend
In new set up, he may find hardly any one to support
Where as few others poets may kill his chance to anchor at port
None may appreciate his effort to strengthen poetry base
Lot many of them may disappear without facing tough chase
I have hardly any reason to resent
But of course spirit of good poetry is absent
You go after established poets with so much to praise
And not a single word for simple poet to boost or raise
Poets are born and not made
As earth gives up nice crops when deeply spade
It is water and natural manure that cultivates fine
Green corps may stand in defiance to define
Do the words create all magic in verses?
Yes if that is felt within one honestly pursues
Poetry may be felt all along even if ignored
As sea waves rush unstoppable toward shore
Bank may feel greatly elated at striking noise
The sound is heard beautifully with sweet voice
As if music is created with each passing wave
Ups and down of journey surely represent the waves
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From Mighty Pen
It will not only be evaluated
But in all the directions circulated
Each word read and assessed
The thought behind it accepted and chased
Whatever you write
May not lead to fight
But may be preserved
As you have deserved
Write up is perfect
Speak of good act
One should have always dreamed
Thought of and assumed
Write with pen and pencil
But never mention it as nil
It may make final impression
Fine border with embroidery relation
So to speak less and do more
Some thoughts are needed therefore
To write and leave it for others
To think, act or otherwise bother
Write, write and write
That shall ignite
Your hidden talent
To make solid movement
Readers may not appreciate quickly
But may accept views happily
As it has come from a mighty pen
At a time when needed from noble man
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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