A new born to arrive
Memorable day when I looked at the shape
How others may be feeling it was to come as result of rape?
I wondered at the joy of being called mother
What would be the moment of joy for father?
How many more months to carry a living memory?
Why there was shred of tension or worry?
Was it natural to feel happiest person on earth?
I felt whole world at my feet and really to be worth
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Sacred relation
"What on earth can be called sacred relation"?
One friend parried a direct question
"Why the query all of sudden"?
I was not prepared to answer even
He had lost mother recently
He was keeping quiet but asked gently
I understood pain from his eyes
Even though the death of his mother was long gone by
Right from the conception she is aligned with child
Her nature undergoes change and remains mild
Everybody takes special care of her
First happy moment is shared by sister
The family is heavily loaded with movement
The child is expected at any moment
Everybody at home is right on toe
Only the word is awaited with the signal "go"
Mother has no more reason to worry
Whole world is on her steps to carry
She has complete time to spend after child
Even after child troubles her or goes wild
Such beautiful mother is heavenly gift on earth
Attachment is such that we don't forget even after her death
The sadness on part of friend was easily understood
I decided to console him and firmly stood by
I knew by folk tales that mother was no less than goddess
You can see entire world in her or on face
If world has to owe anything to any one
Then mother stands the only chance and none else
I too became sentimental along with him and cried
I put maximum words to console him and earnestly tried
He was quiet reasonable but carried away by memory
He felt so sad and had certain reasons to worry
I feel irritated at the news of mother's death
If that really happens to me then what aftermath!
I found no answer and winked at the blue sky
The birds were returning home for next day to fly
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dead Speak Nothing
Body is mortal
Subjects to decay on death's arrival
I shall be of my own now feet
I don't know how shall I be able to meet?
You will be slipped into memory
I shall remember you all the times and feel sorry
It will only add some tension along with worry
I got to get along with unfinished task to carry
I sob slowly and keep quiet
Gather little strength for your body to let
You will taken off after last rites
You will be just faded memory and of the sight
Each passing of the day may pose problem
I shall have to fight and counter them
You were towering strength and source of inspiration
Holy and so close unforgettable dad- daughter relation
Your little smile gave me enough of courage
Even in dark I was sure and able to manage
You stood there for me all the times
I may now wake up in dream sometimes
'Please, you all move to one side' the voice shook my head
They were about to lift the body and take it as dead
He was no more to be seen in coming days
They were taking him far and miles away
I touched and bowed your feet
The last and memorable moment to touch and greet
I sensed it like wood with mo movement
Your soul was taken away as if to be sent
I may have to look at little stars
Sometimes I may see you above and very far
Will you talk to me dad and show the way?
You were till the last sun shine and ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Body is mortal
Body is mortal
Subjects to decay on death's arrival
I shall now be of my own feet
I don't know how shall I be able to meet?
You will be slipped into memory
I shall remember you all the times and feel sorry
It will only add some tension along with worry
I got to get along with unfinished task to carry
I sob slowly and keep quiet
Gather little strength for your body to let
You will taken off after last rites
You will be just faded memory and of the sight
Each passing of the day may pose problem
I shall have to fight and counter them
You were towering strength and source of inspiration
Holy and so close unforgettable dad- daughter relation
Your little smile gave me enough of courage
Even in dark I was sure and able to manage
You stood there for me all the times
I may now wake up in dream sometimes
"Please, you all move to one side" the voice shook my head
They were about to lift the body and take it as dead
He was no more to be seen in coming days
They were taking him far and miles away
I touched and bowed your feet
The last and memorable moment to touch and greet
I sensed it like wood with mo movement
Your soul was taken away as if to be sent
I may have to look at little stars
Sometimes I may see you above and very far
Will you talk to me dad and show the way?
You were till the last sun shine and ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Agony Of A Child For Her Mother
my mother is the sweetest.
my mother is the cutest.
my mother is the smartest.
my mother is the greatest of all in the world.
my mother is the most wisest.
to save me from accident, she happily enjoyed to die.
i haven't seen my mother's face as i was of 4 years old then.
in my thoughts my mother is the most beautiful person.
she is like:
my mother's face is as white as snow.
my mother's eyes are as white as milk.
my mother is as white as cloud.
because she is completely covered with bandages.
my mother is the happiest person in the whole world.
because she can't feel any thing.
she can't feel any feelings.
she can't feel any pain.
she can't be sad.
as she was in comma, when i saw her.
i am the luckiest child in the whole world.
as i couldn't see her face.
i couldn't talk to her.
i couldn't play with her.
i couldn't share my feelings with her.
i am the reason why she was suffering such agony in life.
to save me from death, she sacrificed everything including her life.
i am the luckiest.
i am the fortunate.
i am the most happiest child for bearing this agony in my life.
As my mother is not with me on this earth.
she will always be with me in my thoughts.
poem by Neelapu Suresh
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Father I Never Knew
Father I Never Knew
I have searched all my life for you yet I never found you
I have called out your name but you've never answered
For the longest time, I've wonder am I just like you
It's the one thing that has haunted for the longest time
I don't know you but the thought of being like you scares me
For the longest time, I've wondered who I was
Whom I'm destined to become
I've always wondered was I to do the same things that you've done
Was I to do things I'm not proud of and not have a conscience about it
I've looked in many mens eyes wondering if it was you
Tears would fall from my eyes each time I found out my one quest still aludes me
There is a little boy whom I made a promise to long time ago
As a father to his son, I looked him in his eyes and said, 'you would never have to wonder who I am'
He would never carry the pain his father carries with not knowing you.
Any man can father a child but it takes a man to be a father
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Mother world
World become so small and tiny
It looses its charm and entity
When woman attains motherhood
She has no appetite for self or food
Whole world, as if, has come to her lap
She remains unconcerned even if danger taps
Let snake pass near by but she is totally unaware
She has her own world to look after and take care
All great souls have used mother as sacred refuge
So the mother is called divine and status very much huge
"if I have to avail another chance" mother's womb will be preference
To remain in her womb for nine months will be great memory with presence
When God is remembered so is the mother along with same
All religious books are full of praises from where he came
For time being her love might have been shifted
Yet mother is symbol of affection and love as it is gifted
Why children love her more than father?
She is combination of both father and mother
At given point of time, you may desert sometimes
But mother in any woman never think of it any times
She is living god and exact replica of holy shrine
Kindness and love is the treasure of any feminine
Mother is mother and stands for courage altogether
She is embodiment and so is celled "mother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Rape Of The World
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
How can we stand aside
And watch the rape of the wold
This the beginning of the end
This the most heinous of crimes
This the deadliest of sins
The greatest violation of all time
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
We all are witness
To the rape of the world
Youve seen her stripped mined
Youve heard of bombs exploded underground
You know the sun shines
Hotter than ever before
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
We all are witness
To the rape of the world
Some claim to have crowned her
A queen
With cities of concrete and steel
But there is no glory no honor
In what results
From the rape of the world
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
We all are witness
To the rape of the world
She has been clear-cut
She has been dumped on
She has been poisoned and beaten up
And we have been witness
To the rape of the world
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
How can we stand aside
And watch the rape of the world
If you look youll see it with your own eyes
If you listen you will hear her cries
If you care you will stand and testify
And stop the rape of the world
Stop the rape of the world
Mother of us all
Mother of us all
Mother of us all
Mother of us all
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Music Band
Music band still plays and hold good as part of procession
Everybody prefer their presence in the opening up of session
They are still good at playing old music with famous tunes
It is general belief that good beginning brings the fortune
I heard from distance lovely music of band
May be they were the people dancing in marriage of friend
It approached the street blaring tunes from the far end
Wife was near and caught me mildly with the hold of hand
We both were happy and slipped in to old memory
it was cause of great concern at that time and matter of worry
I had happily consented and agreed to marry
Promised all the way to adhere to the responsibility and carry
The days Passed off easily like water flow
So peaceful, calm and quiet with maturity to grow
No worry, tension but ready to accept natural blow
Growth was fast but I kept pace little slow
She had never become so emotional
Held my hand with grip and intentional
She wanted to say thanks with little sparkle
Her grace was unique and very remarkable
Do you have anything specific in mind?
Do you want me something to find?
“No” came an answer from her with little tears
Separation at any time was cause of worry with fears
why are you thinking on those irrelevant matter?
Are you not well and feeling better? I asked
“I think but on different lines” was her answer
I have no clue but to offer suggestions fewer
What if, you and I are separated never?
Do you think it can happen in our life ever?
How one can or may get along in world?
Relation with all may freeze and get cold
This sudden Volvo from her sent shiver in spine
First time I felt it may prove true and she was not going to be mine
Was her indication real for sudden departure?
Was the fear for future was unwarranted and immature?
I failed to catch nerves and grasp her real intention
never before she has made any such mention
this proved as something new and bolt from the blue
I wondered and tried to know but found no clue
It gifted me many sleepless nights
was she correct in her own way and right?
I wondered but soon felt warmth in her hand
Music was dying away with passing of band
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Sand Track
We walk barefoot on sand tracks
Leaving behind foot prints with nothing at stake
Within moment they will disappear
You need not look back or see from rear
Laughter is no free commodity
That is inbuilt and smells of humanity
You can crate or ignore
What else you can ask as more?
Eyesight is not a reason to worry
Immobility is not concern to feel sorry
We have lived life to its full length
Now why worry if that is taken over by death
We have lot more to share
As we were looked after with care
Let nature play its part and take us away
This is only right thinking to part the way
We remember almighty as creator
Our true guide, philosopher and mentor
What would have been we if not brought on this earth?
Let us faith due respect and unstinted faith
We gave to the world or family what ever we could
Now let them think about us or what they should
We are now lest concerned about what they may think
We have still enough of time on ship before it sinks
Let the end be also memorable and exemplary
Each stage has been made important are necessary
Like seasons change and leaves fall by taking clue
We must think only in those terms which are worth to view
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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End Of The Road
That day I was severely bitten
I was hungry had not even eaten
Father had angrily roughed me up
I was heavily charged and couldn't stand or jump
It is very hard for child to bear
I was shaken and remained in tears
I failed to understand abut his wrath
Some thoughts entered mind to accept death
I am hardly grown up and faced such ire
I always looked at him with respect and admired
At no stage I caused him worry or tension
But this event forced me to think with lot many questions
I am from the village and could see dusty road
Little air or wind may lift sand and add the load
Any thing you do may have some dependence
You can't think of partial or complete independence
I sat on the road mouth and looked at far end
Barren path with no one to accompany as friend
I knew now how it may be difficult to survive!
It is do or die battle to carry on with life and live
I saw some reason behind father's anger
He was not at all educed or good manager
He had meager means to carry on and face
Lot many challenges that might come in race
Like any other father he had sustained struggle
Underwent lot many ups and downs with troubles
I was easy target for him to vent the feeling
Yet I felt no bad for him and kept on smiling
He came to me and asked for some desire or wish
To go out for play with friends and have sweets
I said 'No dad' it is Albright with me
The tears rushed abruptly and very free
He sensed some pride hurt
Even though I was child but looked cute
He had soft corner for me but was victim of circumstances
I was beaten but it happened only at once
Many parents see it as bad sign
Child should never be felt to resign
It crates adverse impact on growing mind
Child sees it as rare out burst and wishes never to find
I looked again at the end of road
The horizon looked me vast and broad
It reminded me of coming days
'One should not be lost on the ways'
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One Of The Holy Object
Woman has been named as one of the holy object
She may have nothing on hand except one project
Fulfillment in life with or with heavy struggle
Life must flow on without any trouble
I see in picture a well defined woman
Not that she has nice company of man
Not well placed in life but as happiest female
That she might have got from male counterpart
She has every reason to look heaven in child
Rare occasion and all happiness to find
Woman can't be a full woman until have child
A beautiful world to live in and build
Whenever I find good couple on screen
I just slip in memory as if something divine thing is seen
Mother with child is rarest occasion to observe
A selfless duty and that too mother only can serve
What is there in world to see other than this?
We have nothing pay something like fix fees
You see it daily around but get no real glimpse
It gives lot of relief when you see feel no tense
The child may pick her mothers pulse
Even if said gently with no need to converse
I regard such phenomena as divine gift
Where you will never find in mother any shift
Roses have appeal and fragrance may be spread
It is felt by person but can never be read
Like wise motherly feeling is seen and felt
So is the fragrance in air is simply smelt
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Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-2)
When I think of all the things you GAVE me:
Your sacrifices in food; love and affection are some to name,
The list goes endless and I fail to count what you gave to me;
With your heart, your mind, your energy and your soul of fame!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
You burnt yourself like a CANDLE to give me light....
Your deeds are never dull; your love is never pale;
I count endless things you, an endless tale
All these you spent on me throughout the years.
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
Now I am in foreign land tormented like an alien, I'm hurt!
I am sad yet I remember Rudyard Kipling's poem, 'If' –
There a father suggest 180 things to his son; What if?
I am not with you; yet your advices ring in heart!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
I cherish our relationship forever and a day,
Till earth exists and sun sparkles in every way,
Till Stars twinkle and moon delights I carry your name,
Till death may do us apart yet I carry all the same
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
We are separated by boundaries narrow.....
Yet in my memories, I'm with as your shadow;
I may carry your fortunes for while.....
Yet I carry your hope for a mile;
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done! ................................................. .......................
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Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-1)
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Where woman lacks importance
Delivered and moulded by my mother,
I was identified with my father,
Who, delivered and moulded by mother,
Was identified with his father.
I go with my son; wife is an onlooker.
The son of my daughter I've no claim on.
In each generation, mother is removed
From the memory line of the family.
Let my name carry the name of mother
And of father behind it to the world.
Let me have the names of the grand mothers
And grandfathers on both sides in record.
14.10.2012
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Mercy and compassion
I wondered in hostile land
I have breathed for a long on this motherland
Loved her like anything else but more
I praise her from heart and adore
Whenever I used to be in trouble
I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle
She will provide me each clue
Put her hand over head and guide to pass through
She is no more now and I face dilemma
Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma
I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge
Her impression on my mind large and huge
But I have found another place to feel merry
That none other than Mother Marry
Fountain of mercy and compassion
I just murmur by heart all my confessions
I have observed immediate result
I feel elated without fear of any insult
She is always there before my eyes
I need to remember her and make little try
Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face?
Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces
Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry
I keep my head down and forget to worry
My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven
That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even
I have found in you all my answers
Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer
I wish I could remain forever in your lap
Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap
That can take me to the new height
Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight
I shall dream alone about such divine feeling
I may not share it with any one despite willingness
I think lot more may flow like water stream
In the form water fall and like sun's beam
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When My Mother Was Away
When my mother was away
She left me without saying goodbye
She left me to great beyond
In this lonely wicked world
How would I survive
The demand of mother earth that asked of much from none
Oh! Mother, my dream of better tomorrow
My care not in worry
For always she is there
To meet the demand of mother nature
Not to worry her word of consolation always
Her remark for the demand of mother earth.
I lost my mood, my care and my future
I lost all a sweet mother could offer her child
My mother left memory of yesterday for my future
Oh! Mother, a paradise lost never to regain.
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Money matters
Money may talk
Changer style while you walk
Bring arrogance at once
If you get it by chance
You may have feeling
Of rich man and willing
To reach for everything
Even if that includes murders and killings
It brings worry and tension
Person may retain and never mention
He may want still more
Even if rain sufficiently pour
Heart may turn dry
It will have no feeling to cry
It is like stone and can't shy
That is why rich are called worthless to try
Yet money matters
Most of the needs it caters
Change the heart of haters
You receive praise and honor through letters
If you use it properly
Stay calm and utilize orderly
Money or wealth may stay as long as you desire
Or else you may carry bad fame until you expire
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I Can Only Hope
Maybe one day your world
Will crash around you
And what you wanted
Will disappear forever
I can only hope
You'll know what I went through
Maybe one day you'll feel
Used and abandoned
And your empty heart
Will ache unstoppably
I can only hope
You'll know what I felt
Maybe one day your life
Won't seem worth living
And every moment you shed
Will hurt more and more
I can only hope
You'll know my emptiness
Maybe one day your eyes
Will feel dry as sand
And all the tears you cry
Will sting as they fall
I can only hope
You'll know how much I cried
Maybe one day you'll wonder
Why nothing seems right
And everything you try to do
Will always be a reminder
I can only hope
You'll know my memories
Maybe one day your hurt
Won't seem to go away
And all the days that pass
Will be filled with aching
I can only hope
You'll know the pain I felt
Maybe one day you'll know
Every tear I shed
And every feeling I had
Was because of you
I can only hope
You'll know what you put me through
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Didn't
Remember when we held on in the rain
The night we almost lost it
Once again we can take the night into tomorrow
Living on feelings
Touching you I feel it all again
Chorus:
Didn't we almost have it all
When love was all we had worth giving?
The ride with you was worth the fall my friend
Loving you makes life worth living
Didn't we almost have it all
The night we held on till the morning
You know you'll never love that way again
Didn't we almost have it all
The way you used to touch me felt so fine
We kept our hearts together down the line
A moment in the soul can last forever
Comfort and keep us
Help me bring the feeling back again
chorus
Didn't we have the beat of times
When love was young and new?
Couldn't we reach inside and find
The world of me and you?
We'll never lose it again
Cause once you know what love is
You never let it end
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Didnt We Almost Have It All
Remember when we held on in the rain
The night we almost lost it
Once again we can take the night into tomorrow
Living on feelings
Touching you I feel it all again
Chorus:
Didnt we almost have it all
When love was all we had worth giving?
The ride with you was worth the fall my friend
Loving you makes life worth living
Didnt we almost have it all
The night we held on till the morning
You know youll never love that way again
Didnt we almost have it all
The way you used to touch me felt so fine
We kept our hearts together down the line
A moment in the soul can last forever
Comfort and keep us
Help me bring the feeling back again
Chorus
Didnt we have the beat of times
When love was young and new?
Couldnt we reach inside and find
The world of me and you?
Well never lose it again
Cause once you know what love is
You never let it end
Chorus
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Do You Know the Son?
Do you know the Son, the one the Father gave?
Do you know the Son, who can save you from the grave?
The one who's got the crown from the Father up above?
The Word becoming flesh, to show the Father's love?
The Logos who came to Earth and was born but not by man
But by the Holy Spirit sent down by God's own hand.
The Son born in Bethlehem of Judea on that night;
The Son who is the one, whom in John is called the Light.
Yes, He's called the Light, and that's very true
For He came to light the way for men like me and you.
He is also called the Word, and if you did not know
He is the One who made all things so very long ago.
His name is Yeshua, the Christ, and now I'm telling you
Just what it was that God sent Him into the world to do.
God sent His Son to tell us about ourselves you see -
And how that if we did not change, we would end in misery.
He also showed us how to live and to make it ample;
He lived a life without sin; what a great example.
Now Yeshua is the Son of God and on this Earth he dwelt
'til the age of thirty three and, then the pain He felt.
Men on earth did not care about what He had to say;
All they thought of was themselves, so carted Him away.
And on the hill called Calvary, to a stake these men had made
They nailed my Saviour Yeshua the messuah, and there my debt He paid.
And as the blood poured forth from His hands, feet and side
If I then had been there like now I would have cried;
'cause of something else He had also come to say
Which was this that 'By His death He would take my sin away'
So, if you would believe that Yeshua died for you
Then you will also know your sins are forgiven too;
Do you know the Son, the one the Father gave?
The One called Yeshua, the Messiah, who died for you to save?
1 John 5: 20
It is to be noted that the Lord is not the eternal Son of God, but the Son of the eternal God; for there was no Son until he was born of Miriam, and born again at his resurrection, where it was declared to him by his Father, 'You are my Son, this day have I begotten you' this 'begotten' is reference to his resurrection, for he is the 'FIRSTBORN of many brethern' and 'we' at his coming. For we have been born again unto a living hope, that living hope is our LORD YESHUA/JESUS; for as he was raised to life. So too shall we be so raised if we press forward to the prize of the upward call in Messiah Yeshua our Lord, amen.
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