A minute away
I am minutes away from leaving this world
I remain unmoved and don’t develop any cold
It is time bid good bye and prepare for final departure
I remain calm and as usual not very sure
It is final count down and whistle is likely to blow
There won’t be any movement and body may go slow
It will slowly calm down with no sign of life
It has to leave for heavenly abode when it stops to breathe
There is sense of satisfaction on my face
Soon I will be lost and run out of race
Body may be cremated and here won’t be any trace
I shall unite there at my place with His grace
There nothing much to worry as I leave with satisfaction
Everything moved satisfactorily with all my actions
Now time has come and it will be soon over in fraction of seconds
I swim and sink for fresh air as fish in the ponds
The soul may not depart that easily for the want of desire
All relatives gather and all past deeds admire
It is their wish that I should depart without any pain
They pray for it and wish it should not go in vain
How one can see a person who remained so close for a long?
He might have caused damage or done something wrong
Still at the end of the time they wish happy journey
Everybody leaves behind bad memory including money
There remains desire for oasis water
We run all the time for needs to cater
Its futility will be realized at the end of tour
We may be leaving behind dark patches or slur
It is wisdom on the part of individual to rise
Act as honest man and possibly to remain wise
It is to be borne in mind for no regret at the time of demise
It will definitely take over with everybody’s surprise
There won’t be any time left for any regret
You must pass the things or allow letting
What is bound to happen may happen
It will be too late then
I always wished that end must be happy
It must be peaceful and without any worry
No one should be afraid of loosing the body
It may happen sooner or later to everybody
What do we leave behind for youngsters?
Who else will take care of our brothers and sisters?
This is routine matter and may take its own course
You should feel nothing and have any remorse
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Good Bye
It is time to say good bye,
amidst small gathering and cry,
Soul to depart from body and fly,
No one knows where and why?
Always stayed among kith and kin
Struggled hard though not very keen
So much load on solder as it had always been
So many odds against but clear path seen
Kept all flocks under shed and together
Waging a struggle and not thought to bother
Continued to strive very hard and survived
Explored all possible means and revived
Lived life to the extent possible,
Made it easy though looked impossible,
Discharged obligations to the last end,
Sensed eternal signals which were send,
Many things were done and remained undone,
Received acclaim from friends as well done,
Considered life as meaningful and good mission,
No doubts ever occurred as matter of question
Will my work remain not to be in time finished?
Chances are not bright and seems to be diminished
though life remained fulfilled and has no regret,
it’s time to sleep peacefully and rest to forget,
Will my living not be exemplary and remembered?
Ideas may soon be forgotten and pushed in corner
This may take place or happen later or sooner,
It is a lesson for the learner or beginner
I may have not lived up to the expectations,
May have many emissions and omissions,
Might have not yielded to the submissions,
But always have resisted the temptations
Ambition and desire may remain always a concern
Attempt to disassociate will be a lesson to learn
Sun always shined and brought ray of hope,
Descending was easy even in high slopes
it gives enough joy And contentment
Life seems to be a mission for fulfillment
Might have faced rough weather sometimes
Everybody in life faces good or bad times
Eyes are filled with joy and unhappiness
When you became familiar with closeness
It was happy union but soon to come to an end
You had to leave everybody including friends
It is not easy to forget log association
Either in service, circle or with family
Sometimes we might have acted silly
But it would have been atmosphere homely
It is tearful and sad departure
You may feel end in near future
It is simple law of nature
Just get top of it and be sure
Final journey to bid farewell and bye,
Not enough time to say even lie,
Permanent position to find and go,
Leaving behind memories and forgo
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I could hear.....
Slowly, slowly I was going deep,
Hearing some flick sound of beep,
May be doctor around checking the pulses,
Not enduring pain and trying to repulse,
Nose blocked with pipes and tapped,
Hand also tied with needle and capped,
All sort of medicines mustered in vanes,
Horrible sound of ventilator with open panes,
Slowly hearing some known voice,
Without hearing aid I had no choice,
Trying to pick what was going on,
Some was telling feed with spoon,
Such was state when I was on bed,
Life support system with artificial fed,
I thought of, may be, nearing end,
All preparations for ears to lend,
I tried murmur but simply failed,
Whole body tied as if jailed,
Life boat sinking with deep sink,
Eyes were closing without any wink,
All youth and child scenes simply emerged,
Wished all could happen without being caged,
No ill feeling whatsoever in mind,
Mind at rest with all feelings kind,
I wished it could happen in peaceful way,
Destined by God and we have no say,
It may happen and bound to take place,
Mortal may remain without any replace,
It is all painful and can’t be explained,
Deep sinking but memories remained,
Relatives gripped with worries and tense,
End should be peaceful without loosing sense,
Body may not cope up with all ordeals,
Stopping of food and without any meals,
Wishes can’t be expressed even if admire,
Merely going down without desire
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A dozen ton
It is twelve hundred long
Anything you term it for poem or songs
They are in verses and spread through years
It has helped me to ride over worst fears
The long competitions infused me with spirit
The little fuel in lamp kept it dimly lit
It gave no warmth but little heat
Sure path for achieving a memorable feat
The numbers are meant for simple memory
Sometimes they caused me amusement and worry
So many friends made me to feel bad and sorry
I still decided to go ahead and carry
The ideas and plots were pouring in mind
I wanted some medium or little place to find
Where I could convey paragraphs form of poetry
It was newest form from my side to portray
I loved to add rhythm with simple phrase
The idea was to make it remain and not to erase
It was starting phase and not easy
Though i remained quite amused and busy
It has given me long way for expedition
Strictly peaking it is without any condition
Open field for proving the caliber and ability
Nice way of putting thoughts with clear strategy
There is no point in looking the past
The time has moved slowly but very fast
The time may not wait for anyone and last
I may clear all doubts if they are really cast
I have yet to learn many things
It is flight in air without wings
I may come down with heavy blow
Still I got to go up and progress slow
It is never ending process
There is no pause or recess
You may have no ready made access
Still that dilemma remains and got to be faced
It is not easy but difficult too
We have to sail and pass through
It is as usual a routine exercise
The views have to be to the point and precise
I have no life time desire
Friends and readers must appreciate and admire
I shall remain not to witness it in future
They may remain as treasure for sure
The poems and poets are in separable part
No one can remain separate and depart
It is to be long union and strong bond
All fished take refuge in vast pond
I dip in water for fresh pearl stone
It may be slipped from hand and gone
Still a worth try for memorial drive
Life time experience to enjoy and live
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A last momentum
The clock is ticking fast
It made sound of striking last
Both arms moving with long space
competition to reach out and win the race
It has served for period that can be called very long
it never erred and showed the time wrong
it is always nice to see her arms move
no one can dare her to remove
As every living thing has destined hour
the same can happen with others
the long journey can come to an end
the last message is received as sent
Both the arms are closing on at last moment
They are struck with no movement
The expiry is over and no possible sign of revival
It is confirmed there is no more survival
A person may run through out his carrier
he may not care for any barrier
he wont wait for any disruption
now time has come for final interruption
It has relevance even today
Now both arms are not crossing the way
They are struct at a place as they are
The distance is increased to remain very far
The clock will be removed from its place
either it may remain vacant or be replaced
it may be remembered for more time to come
the change or replacement may be always welcome
The head of the family may occupy highest position
he might have maintained very good composition
he will be long remembered for his contribution
as he never discriminated in any distribution
His goodness will be recalled and narrated
the body will be laid to rest or cremated
he will remain in mind as noble and humble person
he deserved it for very simple reason
Who knows when the end will come?
it may be faced bravely by some
there may be dreaded fear for death
the relative may lay the flowers as wreath
It is easy to make the promises
the ill health gives the speculations to rise
if some one does not turn up or fails to deliver
all may turn on him and act as disbeliever
It is always good to stand for the words
one must be careful and look forward
there is no alloted time for anything
it may be removed from the scene and go missing
The death is deadly weapon
everybody is feared there upon
no one may want to leave the work unfinished
it may be his life dream before being perished
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
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Good bye year
I feel very bad at loss of something very dear
It may be even happy moments attached with the year
Each New Year has got it sown importance
We regret not catching with it when it has left at once
It is irony of the fact that nothing remains permanent here
Still it has got its importance and leave the impression somewhere
Nothing can be carried for long as it has to fade out in course
Every moment is to be enjoyed with the precious time of course
We develop close alliance with the passage of time
It may develop hot and cold relation sometimes
It may not be marred by short comings or bitterness
The feeling is something unique with its close up and fineness
We can assess about goodness or badness when it is not with us
It can be neighbors, friends, parents or relatives
We spend enough good time and stay together
It is one of the good moment altogether
These things take shape in particular time or year
Some of the bad things are refused to be believed by the ears
You might have been taken by surprise at sudden success
Fortune might have smiled all of sudden with unbelievable access
“It is said past must be buried and forgotten”
It reminds us of our glorious past often
Time can be unfavorable or failures might have marred
The person has ability to stand up again before he is debarred
I will bid good bye to a passed phase
I might have not spent the time with ease
Still it was race against time with no loss or win
It was all the time live and we were positively in
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Mournful death songs
Dark clouds appear on horizon,
Deems some layers cracked ozone
Awful scene and frightening noise,
Nature’s fury and destruction to poise,
No good omen and sign of unusual,
Nature looks not normal and casual,
Sign of bad events to follow and cause,
Breaking of silence and very long pause,
Death descended on a humble man,
Family, relatives try whatever they can,
Destiny’s final and has to be responded,
No one knows time as it is encoded,
With last breath, cried filled sky,
Final journey but why people cry?
Whoever is on earth has to comply,
There is no question and certainly no reply,
Beating a chest with awful sound,
With face cover ladies gather in round,
Dear one has gone and never to be found,
Body for final appearance and lay on ground,
Touching feet with sobbing voice,
Tears filled, face sullen doesn’t look nice,
Left behind all with tearful farewell,
Head bowed down even if unwell,
Songs may include words in his praise,
Crying more with peak voice rise,
Joining more people making it worse,
To carry a body on cart horse,
Ladies and gents may throw whole weight on body,
Allow it not happen taken out by somebody,
But has to be descent farewell and honour,
All join procession including neighbour,
All good works remembered and spoken,
Heart filled with grief but not broken,
It is major journey and love token,
Body on carriage and slowly taken
Time may pass and wounds will be healed,
Not the absence easily concealed,
In private or to visitors always revealed,
Here was a person whose fate completely sealed
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Death Of Love
When my arm is cold and numbed
And then laid to its final rest
I wander what thought that it could have
If only to God and man it could confess.
When my eyes close for their very last time
What would be the last sight for them to see,
Would it be a sight, that gave a delight
To be cherished by my soul through me.
When my fingers loose their sense of touch
What touch would be missed most of all
Would it be the roses in the summertime
Or the many leaves, that I touched in the fall.
When my lips quiver their last time to close
What would be the last thought of it to miss
Would it be to say a prayer or maybe speak a thought
Or would it be, to give my one last kiss.
When it is my time to to leave this world
I know from this world I must leave alone
But I need to feel love, as I say goodbye to life
As never again will my soul or thoughts roam.
Before my arm goes it needs one last hug
Then it will go with a pain and a delight
And before my eyes close shut as surely as they will
They must see heaven in sight, that night.
Before my fingers loose their since of touch
A woman's hair or a rose I need to brush
They must feel the softness that they once had known
Then happily they will leave with just a hush.
My heart would beat one last time for you
And for my lips, what would be their final wish
Would it to say a prayer or a poem to recite,
Or it would be a last goodbye kiss.
When my body is gone and it is buried deep
And my soul is heading to heaven above
No one might worry about me leaving this world
But when I gone, there will be the death of love..
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Sudden call
Sudden call from your inner conscience
No use to sit idle and see across fence
Time is running short and has to pack
Final journey with no possible come back
What did you earn during life span?
Did you serve well yourself or clan?
Was there any remorse on your part?
Did you outwit or tried to outsmart?
Prepare self for possible journey
Nothing to accompany including money
Leaving the land with open eyes
Relative may say weep sad good byes
You may undergo deep anguish and pain
Your all efforts will be futile and in vain
You may look miserable helpless
Looking at sky with eyes clueless
You may wonder why you failed.
Were you confined with life or jailed?
Did that serve and useful purpose?
What is left for you now to suppose?
You may try to look bank and analyze
Try to feel pity and gesture to sympathize
Something to speak but fail to deliver
Living organs die slowly including lever
You may slowly slip into coma stage
You may try to regain but unable to manage
All memories may surface as pinching salt
You may feel it deeply with final assault
Thousand of thought may invade mind
You may not have escape route to find
Eventually you may relent and accept the reality
Life’s misadventure and its overall futility
Nothing goes along except good will or gesture
No one may remember you in near future
All your lifework may soon to evaporate
Good work may speak for people to narrate
Life to end with body to be laid
Two words of praise always said
Nothing rests with body or soul
Night may look odd with voice of owl
Departure or end may coincide with mission
May be there so many emissions or omissions
Thousands of problems with unanswered questions
Its end may be tragic or ………………..
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A sleep is must
it is for health sake
to remain asleep and to remain awake
the worry and pain may be there
but we have to stay here
Not all may find it with favor
Not all the faces may have glamor
still there is like and dislike
it certainly pounds and strike
You may resort to drugs
you may feel the presence of bugs
it has its own way to cause you worry
we must neglect it and not feel sorry
It is of no use to forget it altogether
it may go off gradually and wither
it will not allow you comfortable sleep
even if you hide under pillow and weep
No peace of mind is there with rest
it is critical time and endurance test
not all may come out of it successfully
the responsibility is to be owned fully
No one can afford to be ignorant
the pain comes as instant
it may unseat you completely
You may prefer isolation immediately
No one has moral authority to comment upon
as the struggle might have been lost or won
the same phase takes place with all
someone may be lucky but many may have fall
It is to be taken as routine occurence
it may end up with tough endurance
brave may be those who come out of it and stand
not blame the closeness but stand as friend
It is abuse if some tries to end the mission
the only path open to us is frank admission
it may relieve the agony and pain
it may not go altogether but remain
Let it die out gradually
I has to be borne out individually
it may have chance to unite
f you cool down and do not further ignite
This is basic fundamental and fact
it must be handled with tact
no one dies for simple reason
you must be alive to the situation as tough person
You might have go through phase and struggled
you can not now afford to be drugged
it will not remove any strain
it will damage body and brain
The sensation will be lost
the relation will remain as frost
It will be taken over by prejudice
you may regret it till your demise
The nice way is to face and forget
the peaceful life should be only target
one should not try to cross over the fact
it has to be followed by descent act
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I Am Going
tHAT is whast you want
you meant
you wanted me go
and leave
that ıs alrıght for me
ıam goıng
and lkeavıng you
ıf you do not regret
and do not be sorry later
let us all happen
as you wısh
ıf you do not want me love you
ıf you do not fancy
to be loved by me
let everyhthıng happen
as you wish
the days ı have
lived with you
are enough for me
if ıt is very difficult
to bear
and make feel paıunful
and ıf ı cannot bear it
easily
let may what will happen
that is to say
there is no death at the end
but offend by my words
to think the life without you
pains me a lot
once there were
good days waiting for us
you promised
your hands
would
always be in my hands
once you said
your body
would not forget
what it has lived
with my body
but never mind
forget them all
never the less
ı am going away
and leaving
may you be happy
ferda BAYKAL Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN
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A ticking away
Tick, tick, tick
Relentless pick
Not sounding nice
But signal for wise
I rush for schedule
Body has no more fuel
I think time is running out
The life is all about
I fall on the ground
No one has time to look around
I cry for help from some strangers
It is really a fear with danger
Well, I can’t leave worldly affairs
I know it is not fair
I would not like to admit sheer lies
Though it is far from real cries
I have no time to continue
I can look back and view
What I did for others in past?
The time has moved very fast
Time and tide waits for none
Both have to be utilized by some one
If one misses it then definitely some trouble
Uncertain life may be over like water bubble
I still want to give a fair trial
There is no use to offer denial
We lacked in past and missed present
We almost remained lukewarm and absent
How can that be recovered again?
The guns can never be trained
It has to be desperate try for recovery
No plus minus in it with any summary
It is said move with the times and go ahead
It is dictum and golden saying in trade
If we are confined and very much afraid
We will be lost on the way and get laid
No one waits for anybody
It is frantic try and push by everybody
Neither there is use of giving the way
Nor it is advisable to stay away
You got to be aligned with people
Whether you are down with health or unable
You have to work it out till the last breath
The journey has to end only with death
Many people get weary with current trend
They are afraid of loosing the life end
That is certain and bound to come
You should not get desperate but welcome
Who can save us from the clutches of death?
We will limit ourselves to only laying of wreath
We believe in philosophy of work and faith
So to work in time and till the last breath
I looked again at the fast moving arm
I was down with fatigue with no charm
It was futile bid to remain in race
I was loosing the race in any case
We all run after oasis water
It may end in night mare and not cater
What we dreamed of future may prove hollow
That is why certain norms we have to follow
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A little smile
She will shine
Everything will be fine
Dance together and nice to dine
With small peg of wine
Stroll for a while
To go for an extra mile
It is always a wish
To fight it out but not to finish
Bear little smile
Wait for time at nine
I will be there
To take you anywhere
The clouds don’t thunder
It is unique but no wonder
I think and ponder
What do I find in her?
Is she a real toy?
Lovely means and object to enjoy?
Why do I think so in her terms?
I do think and definitely learn
She may guide me and take me to end
Lovely flowers always sent
I remain calm and always absent
This state of mind she always resent
Is it sign of real belonging?
Was I waiting for it or longing?
Will that day ever come in life?
Is the life rally on edge of knife?
Why do stars and moon always shine?
Is the sky very nice place and look fine?
Do they convey any message for good?
Why do they keep me in fine mood?
I shall hang on for long time
She is the only object prime
I might have wanted her till this day
Let her come and show me the way
She snubs me for slight delay
I am confused and fail to relay
How I wished her happy Sunday?
For me any other day is very good day
Will she remain mine forever?
I wish for it ever and ever
She may not go for it however
I shall follow her and miss her never
She is mere symbol of love
I am creature like dove
I can’t leave peaceful water
She must consent and never falter
I shall continue to swim or sink
I shall never deviate or think
I shall not close eyes and wink
I may peacefully watch her but offer no drink
Let heavenly bodies bless our union
In all coming births I shall seek reunion
It is internal wish and earnest desire
Let people curse me or admire
I can scale highest peak
My body may be slight weak
The result may itself speak
I may venture to her domain and secretly sneak
Come o love and embrace
I shall revolt and face
I may over come and try to face any eventuality
If that serves me fine with my love’s continuity
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A time to adjust
It is known fact that body is subjected to decay
It may have to disappear in clay without any delay
No one may keep it in home for even one day
As it has no soul or life in it to lead the way
It has its stipulated and certain life span
One has to live with it and accordingly plan
It may not warn of its arrival and suddenly strike
One may watch it helplessly with like or dislikes
So it is uncertain whether one may last long to live
It is wholly dependent and got to believe
No one can stay here and choose heavenly course
Till that time comes he may enjoy it here of course
The world has not changed and remained same as before
Nothing new has taken place or come to the fore
It has to be understood plainly with true context
How do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and choose peace?
Why not to allow some space to live at ease?
You are not first to realize it or even late
It is certain and can’t be attributed to fate
You are answerable to conduct and conscience
It is certain and not to be admitted in presence
Some of things can be done very easily
Rest of the things can be adjusted and spent happily
To your surprise you may see it happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield surprises some days later
It must be accorded top priority matter
No one may shed tear when you depart
You think seriously and start
At later stage you will be down with humiliation
The conscious may bite and raise many questions
It is silly on our part to carry ill will
You have mind to take revenge and fill
You are well prepared to deliver the blow
There may be no easy calm to flow
One must keep away at certain age
It is right time to come out of the cage
It is time to assess and look back for review
The things may not be denied if it was due
It is not that difficult to adjust
One has right way of thinking and it is must
It has proper time and place
One can think over it and calmly face
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A total isolation
I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement
It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such
This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning
You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm
You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears
You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case
You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound
It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race
It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age
Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store
You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake
Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy
Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last
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Breathed slowly
“Dad, be comfortable and breathe slowly
Remember Him and thee words you think holy
Pray for all happiness worry for none
This is only way and certain for every one
My dad was breathing his last
His palpitation was very fast
He had all satisfaction on his face
There was not a single worry line to trace
He has lived his full inning
Now he is approaching beautiful evening
Soon night may take over in his dark lap
Nothing to be seen in life as gap
This is what may be called as death
The stoppage of all movements with breathe
No use of lying body to be kept at home
New home waited for permanent welcome
He was fully contended with whatever he did
He never tried to cheat any one or hid
He did it for welfare of the other people
As he was honest and very capable
Many people approach our home in late hours
He may be most of the time on tours
He will listen to the people and render the service
As he was social work many may now rush to us over his demise
He has full smile on his face
He wanted to confined in me in any case
Everybody would depart in same way as dad
There was no point in becoming sad
Many a times he used to say
Never try to find new way
See the reasonability behind
Be reasonable every time and kind
I was too small to advice
He was all along very wise
His word had weight and respected
It was weighed and often corrected
I had observed him from close distance
I was now his future and he liked my presence
I was his trusted friend and lieutenant
He knew me well from time I was infant
I knew now he will be no more
He will be thing of past like vapor
He may be air borne to unite in heaven
Little thing of today and permanently gone
I watched him sinking deep
I wanted to feel badly and weep
I controlled it for the fear of being noticed
As I had loved dad and secretly promised
I inhaled with big thrust
It was all the more important and must
I had full regard, faith and trust
He did everything possible to entrust
I watched him go to distance land
He may find new berth and friends
The completely strange world and totally unknown
A permanent refuge for ordinary and well-known
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A last long
One may not last long to live
He is dependent and got to believe
He will be relieved only when is in heavenly course
Till that time he may enjoy it here of course
The world is same as it was this before
Nothing new has emerged or came to the fore
It has to be understood in its true context
What do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and offer peace?
Why not to allow little breath to live at ease?
You are not first or going to be late
You must think and evaluate any rate
You are answerable to your own conscience
You don’t have to admit it in anybody’s presence
Some of things can done very easily
Rest of the things can be spent very happily
You see it yourself to happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield fruits some times later
It must have top priority with subject matter
No one may take notice when you depart
There is still time left for very good start
You may be down with unbearable humiliation
You got to leave it behind with proper elevation
It is silly to carry the ill will
You must offer solace and try to fill
You may be able to sustain the blow
There may be long calm and peace to flow
It is not that difficult
You need to forget the insult
Honest try to rebuild the foundation
You may definitely have the support and validation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Struggle for Time
Time sits still when you want it to pass
Tic-Toc goes the seconds, Re-united at last
But this Time, I felt like the clock was against me
It didnt want this to happen
Yet Time for you, gave you time to be
to be yourself and to above all be free
But time for me, felt like slavery
Locked down in a prison of bitter-sweet savory
Time for you gave you time to let others in
Time for me stopped, I couldnt tell when again It'd begin
While Time worked against me, I fought back in a counter-clockwise direction
Pushing the forces of time in reverse,
But then I realized fighting time, let Time win
Because time ran on its own schedule
And though time is of the essence, time hasnt given me his blessings
And now Time for me, has run out
Time took hope with him too
Just when I thought time took all that it could,
Time rushed back in, and took all that was good
Time left me broke, so I worked hard for that overtime pay
But Time rushed back in, and took that away
I said I'd get it another day
So Time decided to leave me stuck in the past
I decided to sleep. Hoping Time would leave me atlast
And leave my eloped hope with me, and all that is good in peace
Time left in my dreams that night, And i woke up to the
Tic-Toc of the seconds, and I was re-united at last
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A turn about
Your eyes have deserted you and vision is blurred
Ears too have given the way with no faint idea of murmur
Feet crumble under the weight and can’t inch forward
There is no way left but to think and go downward
How to count those lost moments?
Why to shed for all past movements?
No particular good things to remember
Leave as refugee among the family members
You have no time left to make about turn
You have gone weak to run
What else you can do now?
The question remains to be seen where and how?
Who will you take with?
What will you try to seek?
The time has reduced from months to weeks?
You may witness fall from highest peak?
It is self created agony
It was all mad rush for money
What did I get at the end?
Everything is lost including friends
I fear my end journey may not go well
People may have enough complaints tot tell
It is proving difficult and living hell
I did everything including soul to sell
I may not taken well by anybody
I have alienated and annoyed everybody
I did care for self and beautiful body
I pretended that I was happy and moody
It doesn’t go well all the way
Sometimes you will have to dearly pay
They may neglect you completely to your dismay
You may think your self useless for further stay
Such is state of affair when you are left alone
It is such tragedy and condition after cyclone
It is battle and must be fought as lone
You may cut sorry figure with aching bone
You had enough time to recover and act
You neglected and did not pay attention to fact
You considered yourself as immortal
This only proved as mistake and very fatal
You never pay attention when tide is in favor
You big mistakes will be taken as minor
You may continue to live under false pride
The fact may remain fact but you may try to hide
It is not the time to retrieve the situation
There is also no time to for fine equation
It is time to go for honest salvation
Remember Him in those moments for elevation
It is easy to count in prayers all misdeeds
They may serve as solace with good feeds
Seek the true and easy way for remorse
You may not feel let down by force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No more grief
It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still
No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall
It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain
Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation
It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime
It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed
The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best
As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed
It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated
It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock
It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go
So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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