A painful separation
Why I don’t want to reopen?
Why it has struck me againm and again
Has it surfaced all of sudden?
I had no slightest idea even
You fuelled my passion
You had agreed with confession
You could not do it with full honesty
There was no need to feel pity
I shall regret the decision
My earliar decision not taken withprecision
How inaccurate was I in catching the pulse?
How has it resulted in curse?
I don’t want to live with remorse
There can’t be any compulsion or force
I may decide my own course
It will be altogether different ofcourse
It will be painful still not bad
It has made me all the time very sad
It kept me in state of depression
It was never a lovely and beautiful session
I am afraid of hot sun
I shall not prefer to run
It waspainful but not a fun
I felt it was at point of gun
I am slamming the door
You have acted fool and very poor
I wouldn’t want you round the corner
It will be fine if you depart sooner
What is it to me if there is bright sunshune?
What if there is good dazzling in rain?
I have had enough of anguish and pain
You did enough damage for little gain
I am not in position to think slight
It is no good to argue or fight
I shall take you off from my mind
I should have another match to find
I think of peaceul end
Sinc you were unable to mend
I tried all my best to sustain the blow
I can’t live with uncertainty and grow
The river flow never appealed
It has hung in balance and fate is sealed
It was never a worth try
I feel terribly shy
I shall do evrything possible to erase the memory
I am upset and heart is filled with sorry
It has added so much tension and worry
Still I shall look forward and burden not to carry
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Lovely sweet home
It was my dream and lovely sweet home
But she was not to be stepped in and welcome
I have deep anguish and burning heart
At certain times I had to take decision and part
She always remained at center of heart
Yet it was painful decision to depart
No one would have thought of it in life time
Still it took place in our life leading to biggest crime
I remember the promises we exchanged
Stars counted and pleasantries shared
Moon was not that beautiful as she sat near by
Heaven was besides me and got it without any try
I sunk more into deep memory
It had nothing but to add more worry
There was no reason to feel sorry
Yet I was left with single task to carry
She would hold my hand and reiterate
Smile with bright shine and state
“I shall never desert” and always be yours
She may wink the eyes and pleasantly assure
I was flying high with all golden dreams
We were paired heavenly as team
All happy moments and no more concerns
All of sudden it took ugly turns
Neither was it sudden heavy rain
Nor severe earth quake in chains
It was blow caused from plain distrust
Caused by altercation and unwanted thrust
She would boost from beauty point of view
No doubt she deserved all attention and was due
Bu there was limit to cause a pain on that count
Some pressure was building up or was about to mount
There is no more cordial relation
“Break up is call” and given clear indication
Soon I would be on way out of my own
The patch up drive has failed and made known
I miss all those happy moments
There is no more reason to resent
I believe it could have been avoided
The rail could not have been at all collided
Destiny might have something to offer
Separate ways to live and silently differ
I shall never seek and run after
You may now never burst into laughter
I look around and see no one hears
Eyes become watery and I weep the tears
I feel shame and shake the head with fear
I have lost the right now to address her as dear
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Life Is A River
Life is a river
It is never the same
What we do know could never be changed
For what we do, we do blind
Not knowing if it would put us in a bind
Learning from our mistakes
Knowing regret
All will come
When we least expect
For a river flows
With such passion and force
We cannot change with our remorse
We will soon see our future unfold
For the good things we did
And the bad will unfold
For life is a river
We cannot change
Only do what we do
And wait for the pain
For soon the river will dry to an end
Unable to fix
Unable to mend
For life is a river
With a passion and force
But soon it will end
And end it course
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Burden To Carry
Every man has a burden to carry
And some seem to carry it very well
While others complain, about the burden and strain
And as their fall from grace to all they must tell.
They will blame all others for the life they live
And then brag and lie for pity and shame
They will tell themselves to halt, that it was never their fault
So they figure their loss will also be their gain.
Every man has a burden to carry
And some need to carry that burden alone
As they don't seek help, from no one but themselves
And only GOD will feel their pain or hear them moan.
The burden they have is their right of passage
As they walk through life to become a man
Every step that they take, another worry they will forsake
And truly that a vigilante only he should understand.
Every man has a burden to carry
And so many carry it with a vigor and pride
As they head down the road, with their own life's load
While keeping a happiness and love and joy deep inside.
They live the life that was presented to them
And never once do they complain or quit
They take life in it's stride, they throw their chest forward in pride
And what they lost or will loose, they will never miss.
Every man has a burden to carry
And to see it just look upon a mans face
He will either be wearing a smile, like holding a child
Or else you'll see pain and sorrow and even disgrace.
Just walk in his footsteps at least one time
Take his journey as he run's or walks or even tarries
Then you will feel the weight, that man can't escape
As every man has a burden, that he must carry.
Randy L. McClave
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Smile with laughter
Cheerful sound with big sound is called laugh
You energy is consumed almost half
Worries and tension disappear altogether
It has nothing to do with any whether
It is good medicine for incurable diseases
Person suffers from pain and continues to decease
Good laugh provides him easy means to live
All worries and tension remain to be relieved
Good laugh always pleases others
It doesn’t affect others or bother
It is considered as God’s gift
It helps to remove even old rift
Have you ever witnessed child’s smile?
You continue to enjoy for a while
Friendship may grow with smiling gesture
It may end up with bright future
You must try to live with laugh and learn
You may be miles away from concern
Laugh it out when you are in crisis
Stretch it out more and lay an emphasis
You are not to be driven out by any count
Let there be any difficulties or pressure mount
You may continue to live at ease
Smile may help worries to decrease
You may roar high in laughter
Your heart beats may run even faster
All vanes and brain may have fresh supply
Body need may meet the level with good reply
It is equally important for good health
Nothing can compensate even more wealth
So laugh even when it is not needed
Medical advice may always be heeded
Worry and tension burn body from within
Chances for recovery are then very thin
One must live by what he is supposed
Health must prevail and rest all is disposed
Good smile may pave the way for adjustment
Life may become easy with smiling comments
Any excuses offered without remorse may not have effect
Sorry with broad smile may have desirable affect
You can find good partner if good smile is offered
Smile may reliever you from burden even if you have suffered
You can win away foe with mild gesture
It may then decide good and durable future
Love to live with smile and not with tension
Never open up with caution and mention
It is momentary thing and may pass off
Be little lenient with views and very soft
You may live little longer than expected
You may enhance the position and remain respected
It is advisable to remain always in joyous mood
You may need nothing not even rich food
Love to live with smile and advent
Not to feel bad and offer any comment
Leave behind trail of long laughter
You may feel happy and even lighter
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A flag to carry
I tried to erase your memory
You were causing me so much worry
All the way I had felt deep sorry
Is this the way for the friendship flag to carry?
Red cheeks bear a desert look
As if a page missing in book
Can it be called a lovable piece?
If it fails to grant easy mind with pace
I wished to live a trace in your womb
My suggestion exploded like a live bomb
You saw it like shame on your existence
It left you high and dry and made you tense
It was just off beat talk and mention
It landed you in amusement with more tension
Well, it was desire from a very good friend
You halted it with one stroke and brought an end
You might have wished it to happen
My move was all of sudden
How charged clouds could withstand the force?
They have to unload the charge without remorse
It may blow heavily on barren land
Raise the dust storms from very hot sand
There won’t be any choice to fall on fertile
Any good attempt may prove futile
Earth and clouds may meet once a while
Clouds may watch it from distance in miles
Still so much urge to fall on earth and strike
It may be left with no question of like or dislike
No one can play with heavenly friendship
It can’t carry from one place to another on ship
It is invisible bond to last very long
Something can happen at any time and go wrong
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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
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
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On Your Own
Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
Don't depend on me,
To be there to protect your fate.
Know what it is like to defend and debate...
That which is in your heart.
And not that which you fake...
When it is convenient for you,
To decide you feel safe.
Hiding behind walls,
With a mind that finds it easy to define...
What is or is not real for all
From a point of view stalled without experience.
Just to live a life you wish.
Is not a burden I choose to live with.
And wont.
Nor will I delay in waiting...
On a path I take,
For someone like you to decide what steps I make.
And even if we were identical twins...
I would trust you to make a decision,
Alone.
On your own.
Without guidance to process a thought!
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Start Of New Year
What a sense of deep feeling with an enthusiasm?
Celebrated the year eleven with care in humanism
Did feel nothing bad at heart but only a bit remorse
As the year was slipping away with tick at twelve by force
I need not look back and analyze what were my drawbacks
I need not miss for what ever happened and how much was at stake
I brace up for coming year with lots of courage and strength
Complete with new get up and frequency wave length
I shall act different from what others have followed
Shall do all things which in fact are not allowed
Yet do nothing to break the sentiments at heart
No divide of any sort but good cheer up start
Still long way to go and rest later on at the end
Not to make more foes and less friends
Life may move on with or without me
I shall be conscious and worry free
Time will not be set at zero but made to move
I shall synchronize every action to prove
If not more to make tall claims
But to prove little helpful dropp from the rain
I know there is not much to rejoice
Yet life is not short of expectations but full of promises
We may err at every step and still move on with misses
Let us not leave behind any painful memory with traces
I look forward with lot pain and agony
May try to settle with it slowly
Yet no surety to feel at secured level
Except I bid for and honestly excel
I have vast ocean to swim across
Not to look at with any gain or loss
But as mission to live life at fullest use
All sentiments to rest at corner and do nothing to rouse
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Truly makign weary
It was all said and not done
Wind blew with speed and gone
Left behind deep scar and sweet memory
There is no time to feel sorry
Nothing has changed not even courtyard
Where cuckoos appear in morning with sweet melodious words
The language speak of love with no specific title
But we take it granted as appropriate and suitable
I need not look at sky
Leave under uncertainty with so much feeling of shy
That lovely memory resurfaces and makes me uneasy
Even though I pretend to be active and very busy
What do I miss even today?
His elegant style of living and beautiful way
Gentle approach and mild steps forward
I was sure of not looking backward
He will storm me in peaceful manner
I will give up my way no sooner
As it has come to me after long struggle and wait
I will not attribute it only to fate
I need rest and permanent refuge
Where no one can come and refuse
I seek all seasons with equal participation
Rainbow must represent it will lovely indication
Everything changes except very good heart
That God has given to us in the form of art
You miss a person for all the times to come
Even if missed in life still you welcome
Almighty might have not wanted all this
Only we made ground for ourselves to miss
Otherwise where is compulsion to leave and feel sad?
Stormy days may not end even if we feel good or bad
It was healing touch that gave excitement
Full of joy, happiness and total commitment
What we missed actually was presence of common enemy
That was taking us away and truly making weary
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Regrets
I have done things wrong,
I will never forget.
But I cannot live,
A life of regret.
I am not a bad person.
But I have done bad things.
When a guitar gets broken,
You can change it's strings.
Life can be a song.
You can choose to dance.
Or you can sit in a corner.
And not take a chance.
It can be an adventure.
It can just be mundane.
You can dress it all up.
Or just leave it plain.
You can live for the moment.
You can live in the past.
You can live for tomorrow.
Or all you've amassed.
You can live for it's gifts.
You can live for it's treasures.
You can live for it's pain.
Or live for it's pleasures.
You can live it for Jesus.
Or live it for you.
You can live it for everyone.
Or just for a few.
And when it all,
Comes to an end.
Will you feel it's been true?
Or just been pretend.
Will you feel like you gave it,
Gave it your best.
Or did just what you had to.
Like all of the rest.
Did you make a difference?
Or did you blend in.
Did you look forward to where you were going?
Or stuck where you'd been?
Did you take life by the horns?
Or did it take you?
When things got real tough?
Just what did you do?
Did you sit in a corner?
Did you mope, did you cry?
Did you simply give up?
Did part of you die?
Did you fight the good fight?
Did you give it your best?
Did you go through your journey?
And complete your quest.
So live for the moment.
And never forget.
Don't let life shape you.
By what you regret.
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A desire
I shall watch you grow
With the river to have natural flow
I get happiness as cheeks naturally glow
take care not to give me any blow
I shall bear none
as you are special some one
it is natural in mind to be borne
now it is definitely your turn
Garden is about to boom with fragrance
spray it with kindness at once
I feel happiness and certainly glance
bring it at my door ……..
I stand to loose for all the time to come
As you have chosen me not to welcome
But I shall always remain and enjoy
Your ardent lover and handsome boy
Keep me at one corner but don’t push
Don’t take hasty decision and rush
I shall watch you through thick bush
Little flower coming up in green lush
I shall and alone and enjoy from far
Love is not game or any war
It is beautiful union of two souls
How beautiful it would be if we observe as whole
I have no where to go
I shall not easily make it to forgo
Change and fate any how in life are welcome
I shall stand fool if i don't understand it at home
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Unaware of the fact
I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?
Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries
Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed
Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow
As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part
As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up
Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage
It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion
Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility
It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume
Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors
Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense
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Bitter words
Sun’s direct rays and heat in hot season
Nothing to complain about for any reason
I might have allowed it as casual feeling
Everybody knows and doesn’t expect dazzling
It may not penetrate or cause any harm
Of course it may be hot but not little warm
It is natural and may be expected more
Man will find refuge and feel it was not before
Words spoken with bitterness burn us completely
It will create impact on mind sudden and immediately
You are caught unaware with no defense to offer
Generally what is considered wise is to keep mum and suffer
It may take more time to adjust and recoup
Self assessment for sore relation and slight let up
Insult may cause breakdown with no other way
You may have set back and nothing to offer or say
We may not know what to speak in distress
Mind not at rest and seized with stress
Common sense on run and unable to assess
Hasty action may lead for immediate action to press
Bitter words may bite you slowly
May not allow you to regain immediately
You may find it hard to forget and forgive
You may offer no reaction and remain passive
It is state of mind that only speaks
Not sure of result but inviting future bleak
Damage is done with no possible gain
It is difficult to face insult and pain
Once spoken words with hatred can’t be taken back
Will spoil the relation completely with visible crack
Should not be uttered at all without any sense?
We should have room not to feel tense
Words spoken in friendly way also create tension
Relation will be at stake and in question
It may cause damage and turn it sour
Retrieve the position …………….
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I regret it
I regretted it through out the day
It was never my style or way
Still it was not short of blunder
Rain too expressed displeasure with thunder
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Inwardly I felt something had gone wrong,
I felt so much isolated for long
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song
Weakness surfaced and made me weak from strong,
Something I did which my conscious did not allow
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
Shown so much enthusiasm as if I was so keen
It is making me nervous
Reason may not be true but obvious,
I never fall in trap any time previously
As I was claimed to be taking everything seriously
No one has seen my guilt
It is mechanism in built
Any good and gentleman may feel its pulse
Temptation and greed will have to be repulsed
Heart may skip a beat but will not obey
Mind will not rule but try to have sway
Past may influence and resent will take you away
Only physical presence will matter and stay
It will constantly hurt me and bite
Darkness may be felt even with light
guilt may be felt even if I might be right
Defeat will have to accepted even without fight
Forever you may feel easily got laid
Not attentive even when good words are said
It will continue to hurt me even more
I try admit it to HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy
No more guilt to fear but cheers and enjoy
Immediate redress may relieve the worry
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
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Decisions
At the times decisions must be had, we weigh the good and the bad.
Decisions not always cut and dry, being left too often to wonder why,
What decision bears more weight, on the scale that people call fate?
Why do these things happen to me, just what is it that I can not see?
With decisions made from the heart, reason sometimes plays no part.
There is never rhyme or reason, when it’s your heart you’re pleasing.
And reason can seem kind of cold, when a decision seems to be bold.
However, it is never fate my friend, with our God, who knows the end.
With any decision that you make, there’s a chance a heart will break.
But you must remember my friend, that in due time hearts will mend.
Decisions come in various kinds, and burden both hearts and minds.
Whatever the decision, be assured, guidance is offered by The Lord.
Friend, you can humbly go to God, and He will light the path to trod.
And when you truly seek His face, God will fill your heart with Grace.
Make the decision and take a stand, even if others don’t understand.
If someone towards you is unkind, Christ will give you peace of mind.
The Lord will light the proper path, guiding you from the unkind wrath.
If you have never sought The Lord, He’s truly a source to be implored.
Christ will then show you the way, to make a decision in a Godly way.
With God make your decision then, leave it with The Savior my friend.
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As I grow
I am really optimistic and very bold
It doesn’t upset me even if I grow old
I knew it well the utility of gold
What price it will fetch when sold?
I preserved the youth for coming days
It was only possible for future days
The days were passing off like river flow
It couldn’t be stopped even if I wanted not to grow
It is natural process and may take its own course
I need not worry about it of course
It may have its ups and down
I shall not dream of wearing the crown
I may venture into open sky
There is no question of asking why
It may not be good attempt or worth try
You should go for it and not feel shy
There may be some unreasonable way out
Short cuts in life and running about
Never feel sorry for what you are so sure
Keep well informed within and assure
All days are golden and very bright
There has to be no suspicion to fight
They must be corrected for its righteous direction
You have then no remorse for any action
When you sit back and think of the past
The memorable moments must emerge and last
You should have least worry for doubts to cast
As the days have moved like light and very fast
It may still be like fraction of seconds
The list of foes may be more than friends
You still survived the onslaught of time
You did excellent job without committing any crime
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A response to memory
Is there anything like conscience?
do we really believe in its presence?
it troubles me a lot when suddenly awakened?
as the future lay completely darkened
She may appear and suddenly ask
there is something like tea in flask
shake your memory and listen
what I have not to say even
You ditched me and left to good luck
you knew i will be badly struck
I did not prove as dame duck
I will bounce back and definitely look
I may not like to be lost in dreams
as it is burning body from with in with beams
I am not going to be a yes woman
yet it will be a lesson for man
Memory is hard to be pushed away
to be lost in oblivion is the only way
there is complete harmony in relation
as long as it has true revelation
How does it matter if you do not remember?
Who will under the agony and answer?
Have to open my heart and reveal?
my love was fake and not real
No one has time to show sympathy
I am struck with pain to feel self pity
it is unbearable and no where to show
I can bear no more as I have to leave and go
You treated me like commodity
the game played by you was dirty
I can not look back and lament
It may remain their as sad moment
It will not matter now even if you accept
love is not an idea or an ideal concept
it is beautifully conceived and realized
no one does a favor or gets obliged
I did not feel it as shame
I do not curse or blame
it may be sheer bad luck and fate
I will have to realize it soon or late
I stand in far corner and weep
It is impossible to remember and keep
All good comments and memory at heart
as it has shown the beginning of bad start
Is it not the divine spirit to feel?
are we going to tarnish it or kill?
it may not meet our expectation
still it stands as reality with good observation
Not all may find it with favor
All flowers may not offer flavor
We expect beautiful show with fragrance
it should boom with all colors at once
Kill the conscience, curb the wishes but not the trust
these are ingredients and possibly must
It is best way to reach and feel the pulse
no one has capability to push it and repulse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A school life
The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration
There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays
The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school
It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways
There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well
The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone
The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set
It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane
It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife
They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles
As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find
It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own
Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner
The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A lone home
I could think of no more isolation
particularly when it is dealing with relation
It is dangerous to think and spend
the precious time without wife and friend
So many friends may be facing such scene
uncertainty is feared and clearly seen
some unknown fear grips the mind
nothing seems reasonable and kind
The day can be spent with busy schedule
it is passing reasonably with the tune
it does not cause any type of worry
you have no regret or reason to feel sorry
Even few minutes gap creates uneasy moments
the mind is preoccupied with some movements
it is unable to decide what the real cause?
you heave a sigh of relief when observe a pause
The home had been made a hunting ground
No reasonableness was seen or found
She was in such a raging mood
no fine taste was experienced by me in food
She had preferred to stay at home
her decision was final and welcome
she had no other ideas to implement
she stood for the bonds to cement
It was her choice and I had to respect
she did it perfectly with improved act
I had no reason to doubt her decision
it was taken with precision
She may want full attention on my entry
she preferred me to be on guard as sentry
I was all for her comfort and happiness
in fact she was badly ridden with loneliness
I could grasp it very late
she took the decision in haste
she was no more for full time to serve
She was intellegent enough to deserve
She did not take my advice lightly
her decision was to be accepted rightly
it required some careful consideration
I had no hitch to accept it with reservation
I could guess later on why she was startled?
how her mind ran differently and misled?
She had all the qualities to excel
to confine at home was not at all going well
She proposed me to concur to her wish
I wanted it quietly to end and finish
I did not reject out right or tried to forbid
but I begged for little more time to concede
She was in no mood to tolerate delay
she wanted immediate answer for her way
I was bit puzzled and taken a back
my suggestion was simple and very frank
The deserted look at home proved worst fears
she was not to be seen or found anywhere near
she had left behind kind note with 'hello'
I leave it to your wisdom to allow
I could not sleep without her
she used to be almost there
she used to respond to my long breath
she always consented and agreed with
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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