A pain for birth
How you could remain so negligent?
You were wise and intelligent
You dozed for a while
I was stolen meanwhile
I was picked by another childless lady
Now I am her dearest and somebody
I vividly remember your kind face
I search all over but fail to see or trace
Oh, mother i weep and fear
when I do not see you and hear
your affectionate voice and hand on head
Where and how I shall lead?
How could you lend me to others?
what can be other reason to bother?
what can be compelling reason?
Today I am altogether different person
You were in pain at last moment
There was hectic run and movement
You were about to be freed and deliver
As daddy too was firm believer
You took all pains for my birth
We were to have relation till the death
I had all wishes to remain in your side
The world seemed to me very wide
I was eager to listen to your voice
Rest all seemed to me only noise
I wished a far reaching cry
I missed opportunity to feel very shy
She has joy of having me in her side
The rest of the pass as if that of slide
It made hell lot different for my existence
Though there are plenty of such incidences
How one mother can cheat another one?
This can never be realized by any one
This is greatest blessings from the almighty
We pray, sick and surrender to deity
There is tendency to rob and be blessed
Final they are caught and traced
Not all may be lucky to reach original parents
This weakness we got as inherent
I go back years and think
It has made me to blink
I go down and deeply sink
My face turns pale from pink
This may not be isolated story
It is cause of concern or worry
The parent may be feeling guilty and very sorry
How could they bear the burden for whole life and carry?
I understand the agony and pain for childless parents
It is curse but we got to accept it and offer no comments
No body may resort to snatching or lifting of a child
The other parents may be missing lot and definitely go wild
The child may pass through painful stage
It will be difficult to manage
Still it will come off the age
It will be like captivity in cage
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To be beautiful
Is it curse to be a beautiful object?
Why there is always fear to react?
Why people stare a good looking person?
I found it irrelevant with any of the reason
I am under direct custody and supervision of mother
So far nothing untoward has taken place to bother
Even though I am unaware of what can be reason behind
The relatives and other people try to come near and find
I am of quite shy nature and keep aloof
As I am protected by parent and live under one roof
There is no likelihood of any body taking undue advantage
More over I am too cautious to remain alert and manage
Mother may often come to me and try to know
What has been progress whole day and then go
So many times I tried to disclose and confide her
But I could gather no strength to go near
I have no fear in mind but remain fully alert
As many boys of my age try to be smart
Try to come close and offer friendship
I am moved sometimes and think of companionship
At one stage or other one has to take decision
It may lack in depth care and may not be up to precision
Young age is such that gives you no time to think
You are always at cross road and far to sink
My mother knows me fully well
She may understand everything but will not tell
She has given me enough of freedom to throw whole weight
Take study of the situation and coolly wait
Like me many more girls may be facing same scene
Many might have not thought what later it could have been
Yet life moves on and we are caught midst of uncertainty
Almost everybody at home pray for our happiness from almighty
I shall be grateful for the backing provided
In some cases parent put restriction and we are avoided
I think my mother and papa are of excellent nature
I see no reason of any problem in the near future
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
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Pleas of a Babe from the Womb!
Oh, daddy, can you hear my voice?
To be your child was just God’s choice;
Allow me please to make first noise,
And God will add to you both, joys.
Come to my rescue, dear father;
Permit me to be born, mother;
I long to see the world God made,
Like you, before I start to fade.
Oh, mummy, am I unwanted?
My pleas to you go ungranted;
The love of God put me in here;
The love of man, I see nowhere!
I beg of you, my parents two;
I am your very own child too;
I am your flesh and blood also;
Give me a chance to see both, oh!
How unkind can my parents be?
I am like them in ways every;
God grant them sense to allow me,
To be born well, like them freely.
God gave me life;
God gave me a soul;
God made me too whole;
But I’m afraid, my thread of life,
May get the knife!
Dedicated to all unborn babes;
‘May their souls rest in peace! ’
'May God forgive their parents' sin.'
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-15-2008
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Painful to rememeber
How painful it is to remember past days?
Especially when you are brought up with hard ways
Hands were trying to reach for two square meals
And utter failure in making any honorable deal
Parents looking helplessly for future of child
Showing no sign of weariness but act very mild
N0 sign of desperation and dealing with presence of mind
With the only hope that some solution is there to find
The animals too go or pass through same condition or similar
I memorize my parent seized with their love for me in particular
What I could not understand most was their stubborn attitude?
Why were they still refusing to budge from faith with gratitude?
They were not fully clothed and witnessed all the seasons
I could see no visible sign of fatigue with any of the reasons
May I was the only hope for their bright tomorrow
They did not bother or surrendered or other things to allow
Mother would never complain of any ill treatment
She might be passing through so much agony at that moment
She would watch me with affection and laugh it out
I would demand for anything and ask her about
Father would get little irritant and loose the temper
He would regret for having being short of or poor
But nevertheless he had the lion’s heart
I could always see him resolute with very good art
Today they are not with me but I am blessed
In life I met all the successes and never faced
Any shortage but got it easily with comfort
I slip into memory with folded hand to report
How parents were undergoing all woes with hardship?
They had no one besides to offer the hand of friendship
Only faith in supreme authority helped them to over come
All problems and hardships were nothing but welcome
I pray the almighty not to rob me of golden past
I revert to the old memory whenever slight doubts are cast
I learn the lessons of tolerance and resolute action
My parents were never frustrated with reaction
They lived with whatever little they had
It was not the reason to feel sad
They were strong enough not to feel bad
They felt for not looking after me well and properly fed
Such things never occur in human being life
Only fortunate may pass through the edge of knife
It is good to preserve it as precious matter
We will know the true value of well being later
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Oh, Son
Oh, son where were you all these years!
I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
In this lovely world I missed you for long time
You were not even asking me in prayer times
What has happened to you?
You were obedient, honest and true
What made you to be of forgetful nature?
You schooling, education and everything was made very much sure
You used to come and weep by my bed side
I could feel the tears dropp and the words you wanted to confide
I was helpless my dear son when you were just a kid
I was moved by your presence and it spun my head
I left this beautiful land on fateful day
I knew you were dragged and taken away
Your crying words still echo ears
I could understand your pain and fears
Years after years have turned into decades
My memory is now completely faded
You were not to find single second for mother
What was reason for all these years to bother?
I heard little fainted voice from distance
I loved some words closely for instance
You were asking for few minutes to talk
How can I afford to neglect you and walk away?
For all these years you might have been busy with your family?
May be facing tough life for scaling ladder not available readily
Yet it speaks of ignorance and ungratefulness on your part?
The life might have brought you glory but what a bad end with good start
Now you have found the little time
That too after retirement when no one hears you sometimes
It speaks of little childish attitude
But all my feelings for you do not dilute
For all these years you did not care
To see agony on my face and bothered
Mothers are still mothers and shall remain unique
Forget everything even if lately offered kick
I have no words to offer
As not many people may differ
Speak in different tone and not side
But I am always with you whenever you face danger and collide
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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.
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Enemy of mankind
Who is the enemy of the mankind?
Why do we act stupid and go blind?
Is that age old saying 'No daughters but only sons? '
They will come to support us in true in sense?
Grandma is no different so needs no condemnation
It is well known fact and needs no more explanation
Try hard to convince them with your positive action
They are no more today in this world to witness your reaction
Some of elder people may want first issue as baby boy
They want it as token of having living toy
Their emotions remain hidden at arrival of baby girl
They express nothing but face turn pale
Why do such things still exist much to our discomfort?
Why females still long for male issues and keep no rapport?
Even they want to have male dominant society for future
Who can make them understand for welfare and future?
Male or female child can have same bearing
Still we land ears to particular kind of hearing
Male child is given preference over baby girl
The mother tolerates all kind of abuses and retain when hurled
There is strong belief that the son only inherits the tale
The girl child goes away after marriage with a male
The son only remains behind to look after parents
He will inherit fortune without any comments
Many legal abortions take place every year
We believe in freedom but some developments we refuse to hear
Many unwanted deaths only because of female fetus
The whole theory goes wrong as such and thus
Do you find any good reason behind such carnage?
Are we not in position to sustain growth and manage?
Why such type of barbarism in new fashion?
Why no one is raising such important question?
I think God never intended or inspired any one
It is self styled decision or assumed by some one
You will never have blessings from almighty
It will be curse on us if we pursue and feel no pity
What crime they have dome for taking birth?
Why are pushing them early to the death?
What good can’t be done even if they survive?
We must subjective weigh the question and revive
The girls are top tankers and seen everywhere today
They are coming up in every field in their own way
They not only look after aged parents but serve also
All praise for them will be less as they deserve more
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am I problem
Am I problem for all?
Am I stumbling block or wall?
May I be undesired for all purpose?
What should I think or suppose?
I gave enough thought and pondered
I was not luke warm as they considered
I stood by their side in crtitical stage
I lost prestige but was able to manage
I did it on humanitarian ground
Its parallel can't be found
I did decide to think afresh and make round
The inner though appealed me as very sound
It is not possible to expect same gesture
You can't permanent yardstick and same fixture
It differs from man to man with known reasons
It will vary and also match from person to persons
You try to be good and get the brickbats in return
They are only finding excuses to deliver the blow in turn
It is human tendency to forget the good work by others
The success story always hunts them to think and bother
If you really think or have a determined way
Nothing can deter you or take anything away
They may not respond you positively and act
You will only have bad comments and hostile reaction
It is right if we take all aspects and view
Think of giving back only which is due
His can be realized only by few
Others may take it as something new
It is positive sign to be on good side
Conceptually it's implication can be very wide
You hide the tact wherever it is necessary
Else it may prove otherwise and contrary
No one may like to be called fool
Who will sustain the onslaught and remain cool
It is allegation on personal quality
It will only strengthen its futility
No one should take any one for granted
The help can not be given as and when wanted
Who can have it readily on hand and available
After getting the help many disappear and remain untraceable
It is ungrateful act and must be condemned
We can not over look it and all the time condoned
This creates adverse situation and people try to offend
On the contrary they will suggest us to mend
It is always good to be helpful and kind
We let it pass off without being blind
You must remain alert and face the opposition
This may help you to over come the transition
You can act ungrateful against such move
They may try to look honest and prove
It is their headache and concern
You got to remain on the guard and firm
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
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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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A mother and land
Mother in any form is dear and precious,
There is no single reasons but to offer various
Bowing head with respect with clear conscious,
World recognizes it and holds it right and continuous,
In our pain she cry
She never asks why?
What do we offer her later?
It is not a new matter
Whole world debate on this delicate issue
We fail to recognize and offer no due
She is there all the time to offer solace
Whether she is in small tent or palace
She may not complain about what went wrong
She is all alone like solid rock all along
Her woes may disappear and can’t last long
This is how she ignores plight and sings a song
Her beautiful voice may sound nice in the ear
The tile may pass and result into long years
She may remain same but definitely wear
She will contain onslaught and hold the tears
What all she can offer us for future?
She has no fixed agenda or tenure
She is still holding her ground well
There is no one for her stories to tell
We run to her and seek refuge,
For us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word we hear in her dishonor
She is by our side in the critical hour,
I would prefer to stay alone to serve the mother,
Even if heaven is offered, I won’t accede to or bother,
She kept us together like birds in nest
Why we go other place and see the best?
Mother land is no less sacred,
I would prefer to lay down life and allow tears not to shed
Hold the ground near to chest and don’t desert or fled
Let whole land turn into blood with color red
to serve mother land is altogether different
It has got wider concept and looks quite apparent
What do we offer in terms of loyalty?
It is the only reason that we consider as our duty
Motherland is to be defended at any cost
No heads will be counted as lost
It is dreadful even and be remembered most
It matters less in matter of defeat or victory post
Not an inch is to be given away or bartered
to her feet thousands of lives to be offered
Our sacrifice will not go in vain
Her dignity and honor remains concern as main
Never we questioned her role as to why or what for?
What I can offer in case of hostility war?
If honor and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother and avail my sweet cake,
Mother and mother land both remain in front
I shall prefer to lay life and bear the burnt
Nothing can be so holier than her grace and elegance,
I pray and worship for her continuous presence
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Shame On Humanity
'Pray God that you in next birth you remain childless'
The pain and agony was clearly seen on the villager's face
They had brought one old widow lady from the village
To her nephew's house when fell sick due to old age
The nephew shouted 'I don't know her please take back'
The villagers were shocked and taken a back
It was bolt from the blue and totally inhuman
He was directly descendent and related to old woman
We were all taken by surprise and lamented
He was unmoved and not in any way resented
It was an end of humanity and had lost all the relevance
He did not look back to old lady and left the place at once
I saw the death fear in old lady and just wept
She had given all her property to him and nothing was kept
It with only with one hope that he may take her care in old age
Where as he had inherited everything and now ended the bondage
The villagers were innocent and had brought lady in good faith
Now she was lying in taxi and waiting for last breath and death
I was watched her with so much of helplessness
The betrayal caused by nephew was clearly reflecting on face
The villagers provided her all relief by gracefully saying
'Remember almighty and wish that you have no such son staying away'
All people, who surrounded old woman, silently cursed
That nephew had no mercy at heart and failed to nurse
I came to know later on that old lady died on the way
But she had no remorse for her being pushed away
She had brought up that man when his parent had died
He was brought up with all the care but lastly he lied
What we comment on such behavior?
When person comes down so lower
Lower in thinking and with mean mentality
Certainly we can feel shame on humanity
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A look at children
I missed or enjoyed no parenthood
I used to look at children in the neighborhood
Complete innocence reflecting on face
Ready to catch hand and willing to embrace
No one has dared to displease the children
They are made angry and upset very often
They will start crying all of sudden
The house with children is considered as heaven
Days tiredness go off when you see them playing
What type of joy and happiness it is relaying?
Children are symbol of frankness and innocence
Pain and worries go off in their presence
I wanted to remain childless
I was obsessed with this idea more or less
I couldn’t figure it out or trace
This must be considered as an isolated case
How garden may look without flowers and honey bees?
What image he desert may create when grown with trees?
There may prevail calm and enough joy
Life is to be lived with care and enjoy
Wherever there is poverty there is no child issue
Children are flooded their without any due
Where there is enough wealth and position
Children are not gifted and faced with lot many problems
Mother’s womb is rented child
They miss something in life and go wild
Their main concern is only to have new born
They are ready to do to address the concern
When we are helpless we may claim it as choice?
We may openly advocate and make more noise
Who will decide how many flowers garden should have?
We are assuming the role creators and brave
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Memories
Children have different memories
Of parents who pass away.
While some will forgive freely,
Others remain bitter each day.
Dead parents can't say 'Sorry! '
For failures and mistakes.
No tears can change life's story,
Forgiveness is all it takes.
Recycling and rewinding
The painful things of the past,
Do not add to healthy living-
And may not make our life last.
Let us close the door for the dead,
Let them rest and be at peace.
Remember the good things instead,
And our heartaches and pain will cease.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I silently hear
I silently hear
It gives me lots of pain when I silently hear
A hidden and curbed voice from distance to bear
It reminds me of a soul that wanted to come on earth
But I didn’t allow it and for the burden sake offered death
How come parent does it with so much known cruelty?
Is it not shame or blot in the present day to feel pity?
It goes on without any brake and demonstrates the brutality
I am known social activist still performed by expressing inability
Girl child are still not preferred in large section
Dowry and other aspects are leading to such actions
Parents love their arrival but express dismay and displeasure
They think it is curse and may bleak the future
So many nights I spent it with unrest
I went blindly for the abortion after conducting the tests
Thank God I was helped by my near friends
I could find to my utter dismay that it was nearly an end
It was almost committing a murder of innocent child
How could a person can think of and go such wild?
How can that new arrival be done to death?
He or she had not even breathed on beautiful earth
It was beautiful child and we really wanted
It was not going to be as were often taunted
But we had no patience and courage to face
We were simply lost on the way and went out of race
One more crime was committed much to our displeasure
How that could be termed as curse or bad future?
What was to happen if she had come on this earth as flower?
We could show much of our love as rainy shower
Today when I lie down in my bed
I am gripped by sadness and feel very bad
When almighty is there to take care of born and dead
How are we going to justify our action and lead?
Let us not perform such act in any situation
Let them come on earth without any question
Let it be in planned manner but with safety
Will then there be real respect and love for almighty
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Little Andrew
Air -- "Gypsy's Warning"
Andrew was a little infant,
And his life was two years old;
He was his parents' eldest boy,
And he was drowned, I was told.
His parents never more can see him
In this world of grief and pain,
And Oh! they will not forget him
While on earth they do remain.
On one bright and pleasant morning
His uncle thought it would be nice
To take his dear little nephew
Down to play upon a raft,
Where he was to work upon it,
An this little child would company be --
The raft the water rushed around it,
Yet he the danger did not see.
This little child knew no danger --
Its little soul was free from sin --
He was looking in the water,
When, alas, this child fell in.
Beneath the raft the water took him,
For the current was so strong,
And before they could rescue him
He was drowned and was gone.
Oh! how sad were his kind parents
When they saw their drowned child,
As they brought him from the water,
It almost made their hearts grow wild.
Oh! how mournful was the parting
From that little infant son.
Friends, I pray you, all take warning,
Be careful of your little ones.
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Lovely children
Life can be useless, dull and boring
The land will remain unfertile even if enough rain will be pouring
Some of the factors are playing dominant role in later age
We feel lonely and confined to golden cage
It is said that if home is without child
The human being may turn wild
He or she can not remain descent and kind
So much influence is exerted and we can easily find
A person becomes irritated
Though it is presumed and related
It feels some of the void
It is God gift and can not be avoided
Childless life is really curse
Their little presence helps for wounds to nurse
It is the movement that gives us joy
Life becomes purposeful to enjoy
Not all couples may be lucky to have children
Their life remains full of concern
The young age can pass of peacefully
But old age later on affects fully
It is like beautiful garden not having flowers
It is also quite pleasing to watch the showers
The flowers are product of that beautiful act
The God has gifted us them and it is fact
They are future of life and country as whole
The life may be remorseful and develop the holes
There may be no one to look after welfare and care
Life may be seemed as burden and place to go no where
Not necessary to have child from own blood
There are many under nourished and staving of food
They are most deserved flowers to be attended to
The God may be kind and merciful if we are true
The garden is desert if no flowers appear
What a pleasant and beautiful show it bears?
We would prefer to see then when go very near
The flowers should not plucked as they are very dear
The flowers of different colors are like children’
White. Whitish and black colors are seen often
The smile worn by child remain same and heavenly
We got to enjoy it and accept evenly
It is holy means to get easy with the on going passage
Children do help in spreading the love and message
It is only medium where by person can be persuaded
To lead normal and decent life and even dissuaded
No one can be that cruel to heavenly gift
The child can bridge the gulf or remove the rift
It is great momentum to witness the total shift
The life is elevated to decent level by affection and lift
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Losing Everything
All I need is you by my side,
Hugging is what I need,
A mother that cares,
Is what I miss.
I need you more than ever,
But, I will never get that.
You were taken for a reason,
Now I know what that reason was,
God needed more wonderful angels.
You were the best they could have ask for,
Everything thing and more.
You knew how to make people smile,
I know I got that from you.
Everything that I am is a part of you.
You know that is true.
You always said I was your twin.
Spreading all of that tough love around.
We were always the closest friend.
Even in the end.
Life goes on,
Same with the pain.
You were everything,
No wonder I’m here questioning,
Why so soon?
I will never get the answer I’m looking for,
But, remembering I had a mother like you.
Makes me lucky to even get to know you.
I was a lucky girl.
One who will never be the same.
Changed in a blink of an eye.
All because I lost you.
But, I shouldn’t let it end there.
You will always live on,
Because without you,
I wouldn’t made it this far,
You told me to follow my dreams,
But, that became harder.
You had so much hope,
You knew I won’t give up.
You knew I love a challenge,
But, giving you up, was the biggest challenge.
I know if I can pass that, I can pass a lot of things.
If only I can believe in myself as much as you did.
You were always smart in so many ways.
Now I know where I got that from.
You were always the best role model to have.
I just wished it didn’t have to end so soon.
But, more time wouldn’t change a thing.
I would have still missed you the same.
I just wish for a good-bye.
I don’t know why,
I think it would have made a different.
To show I cared,
Now we just got to deal.
Copyright © 2008
11-04-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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Happy and nice moments
"You have to terminate pregnancy"
"I know you may have difficulty"
"But believe me it is my helplessness"
I won't be comfortable at all in this case"
He was pleading before me
With both hands and trying to get free
I was just watching his facial expression
He was suffering from trauma under guilty admission
I tried to read more about his mind
"Dear you were so eager this before and very kind"
We did develop intimate relation with consent
The child may be coming as gift and heavenly sent
"You won't know the consequences"
"We may have to witness worst ever chances"
He was becoming vocal to get out as fast as possible
I knew know why he was so desperate to come out of trouble?
He was facing complete boycott from family
Previously he had accepted it readily
I was dreaming heaven and moon within sight
Here he was dashing all my hopes and proving not right
I heard him patiently and refused to surrender
Even though we both had reason to differ
I failed to understand reason behind his offer
It was totally out of phase and I opted out to suffer
I used to feel motherhood at each moment
It is the only phase that mothers resent
Even if to phase pregnancy termination
As it stands golden opportunity for laying foundation
Today I am mother of loving child
So much happy in love and going blind
Child is everything to me as priceless
What else or happiness I have to express on face?
I feel entire world is t my feet
I have reason to feel and greet
All those people who stood with it
I have firm ground now to stand with feet
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At his mercy
I saw big thunder in the sky
It almost blinded me for no reason why?
He was lying by the side in careless position
We had lovely life with fine composition
I got fear with loud explosion
It was to be create upheaval in ocean
The tidal waves were rising very high
The birds were ready in position to fly
I saw one long lightening scar
It as seen in sky very far
It feared me more as he lay motionless
I too did not bother him as careless
In no time he was taken away
He had found his divine way
He could see his destination and gone
He left me alone for all pains to be borne
I am firm believer of faith
I never thought of untimely death
He might have needed him more there
I had no reason to think of it elsewhere
I only pleaded for his happy sojourn
How could I weep and earnestly mourn?
He had left behind so much pain with long tail
I could not understand it well preferred to fail
I had all the desire to keep him with me
I was bound by His will and not free
It was to be respected at all cost
I had already sunk with dead end almost
I shall till think of his divine path
It can be final resort for all of us as last
Who are we to mourn the death and express the grief?
We have come here to stay for limited period or brief
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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