A pathetic condition
Unwillingly ushered in a house of unknown,
Saw a young lady keeping head almost down,
White complexioned girl with eyes dark brown,
almost frozen but expressions not made known
She may be widow and confined to house
She had small hole in house to live like mouse
This practice may be prevalent in many parts of the world
It is still prevalent and firmly holds
Women are kept in captivity and under strict vigil
It may be with a view to save them from devils
Still they are considered as easy object
It rules the mind and concerns the subject
Some of them are done away at the time of birth
They argue it is bad omen and there is no dearth
What can they do to help the elevation of status?
There is no progressive view to provide new impetus
Even in advanced countries, they have nothing much to offer
They consolidate the position but in opinions differ
There is nothing much to offer for their enlistment
There are so many lacunas in approach by establishment
I was at pained to learn its handling in orthodox way
Girl children are still not allowed to have any say
Uncertainty is more and prediction is nothing or less
what is in store for us except to assume and guess?
With great courage the ladies may offer “hello”
Limited conversation as tradition was to follow,
Parents permit only limited talks
Accompany them all the times with few step walks
I gathered the strength and opened the conversation
She was in dilemma and had several questions
There was emergence and development of new relation
She was to leave soon for new destination
I am your would be companion,
Running a sport shop but not a champion,
I will allow you all the freedom that you need,
No dowry, nothing or any more greed,
“Will you marry me” simply I dared to ask
Rushed blood on her face but managed to hide in mask
I did not wait for an answer and okayed the deal
Parents too were ready for quick disposal and seal,
Quick come reply yes as there was no competition
answer was kept ready even without waiting for question,
so stage was well set for lovely meet,
parents were happy and exchanged the greet,
Day for final count down almost arrived,
simple way thought over to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life and norms are to be followed
The situation is to be improved and allowed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Old marriage style
Unwillingly ushered in a house unknown,
Saw a young lady keeping head down,
White complexioned girl with eyes brown,
Almost frozen but expressions not frown,
I was at pained to learn orthodox way,
Children still not allowed having a say,
Uncertainty more and prediction less,
What is in store only assumptions and guess?
With great courage one may ask “hello”
Limited conversation and tradition to follow,
Parents present and limited talks,
Accompany to little distance with few step walks;
I am your would be companion,
Running a shop but not a champion,
Will allow freedom that you need,
No dowry, nothing or any more greed,
“Will you marry me” simply I ask,
Rush blood on face but hide in mask,
Wait for an answer and okay the proposal,
Parents too were ready for quick disposal,
Quick come yes as no competition,
answer ready even without question,
so stage is ready for lovely meet,
parent happy and exchange greet,
Day for final count down almost arrive,
simple way to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life and norms to follow,
promise made doesn’t seem hollow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An old tradition
Unwillingly ushered in a house totally unknown
Saw a young lady keeping head down
White complexioned girl with eyes cat brown,
Almost frozen expressions but not making it known
I was at pained to learn the way it was arranged in orthodox way
Grown up children still are not allowed sufficient say,
Uncertainty is more so prediction is very less,
What is there in store for assumptions and guess?
With great courage one may ask “hello”
Limited conversation in presence and all the traditions to follow
Parents are present and allowing limited talks
Nothing can be decided with few steps walks
”I am your would be companion”
Running a marathon race but not a champion,
Will allow all the freedom that you need,
No dowry or nothing as I have no greed,
“Will you marry me” simply I asked,
Rushed blood heavily on face as it was difficult task mask,
Wait for an answer and okay the proposal,
Parents too were ready for quick disposal,
Quick “yes” came from her as there was no competition
Answer was kept ready even without question,
”so stage is ready for lovely meet” I smilingly said
parent were happy and agreed to greet,
I did not, object to old style
It was unique experience for a while
How can one agree for old ways?
If that results into parting ways
How can one decide future in few hours?
Heart may skip beats while walking on floor
It is unusual way of finding a match
Sometimes it may result into very good precious catch
It may have long lasting effect on mind
Lovely moments with few surprises to find
It is lovely to find and feel so great
When bond results into reality from heat
I shall always cherish and remember
Its importance as to how life will bear
I have to assure her nothing to fear
As she was almost sank with tears
As it turned out to be a great success
They all agreed for tie without any stress
It was now matter of time to decide
I was dreaming about horse to ride
This may not happen to all
They may not receive such call
I wish it could take place for bride
She can explain with no emotions to hide
Day for final count down may arrive,
simple way to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life with certain norms to follow,
promise once made should not seem to be hollow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anywhere you like
You suggested to me let us meet anywhere,
A place Where HE is not there,
We then will have enough freedom,
With close quarter and ruling the wisdom,
We exchanged so many pleasantries,
Life was to level with your words and commentaries,
No distance seemed between ocean and countries,
Neither mountains, hills nor any boundaries,
We had feelings for each other,
Relation still didn't grow any further,
Eyes met and said to one another,
Let us not forget this moment and bother
I prayed HIM sincerely for your hand,
He smiled and blessings lend,
I looked at you for further acceptance,
You okayed it without any insistence
Now I have enough courage and bold strength,
I could go and meet you at any length,
Is it not necessary to see each other before we marry?
Life' as challenge was to be understood and carry,
He was hesitant for slight moment,
I too did not allow him for single movement,
Slight delay was causing me some concern,
I was not prepared for sudden and any 'U' turn,
I offered my self for holy deal,
I was there for his wounds to heal,
With only condition for him to be real,
Waited for his approval for the final seal
What word was I expecting from his mouth?
I did not care whether he was from north or south,
I wanted firm commitment and promise,
Relation was to be permanent..................
I was not here for simple game,
He was not here for charge or fame,
it was an earnest attempt to do with sincerity,
What was at stake//////////? Nothing but simple clarity
I didn't know what all I did,
conscious very clear and didn't hide,
talks very clear and nothing to confide,
sincere desire with best offer to provide
I am not sure of what others might say
I want to have perfect guy in my way
He will come and grab me for ever
I want to rest on his solder forever
He must know what I am and what does it mean?
I can offer my complete conscience and lean
I want to know definitely and precisely learn
Will there be any treachery or any ugly turn?
He can be whole and sole for me
I may consider him as holy gift from thee
Since I know he is meant for my existence
I simply don’t worry for his continued absence
See to it that it is done with all good show
Allow me the freedom to mushroom and grow
I will stand all the taste of cruel wind
I stand there alone and you may find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A young nation
Why not? we are happy nation
Stable and young without any doubt or question
Harmony and peace in every relation
I have every reason to feel satisfied with elation
I feel part and parcel of one package
We are capable and able to manage
All our internal and external affairs
No to cause concern in any matters
What a tradition to offer and follow?
No deviation or drift to allow
World as one family to profess and practice
How do we stand for it and feel very nice?
We have every reason to feel its pulse
Every negative ideas we repulse
Not to indulge in intimidation and threat
Always warmth in relation when we embrace and greet
We stand on our own feet
Not to beg and not to let
Offer a hand of friendship as point of strength
Love to live in peace with same wave length
We as nation may not budge
From our stated position with any grudge
We have no intention to indulge
But to cement the bond and gulf the bridge
What else do we stand for and live?
What have we to show and leave?
Not to cause concern and relieve
Peace and harmony always believe
I raise my head with pride and faith
It won’t be changed till the death
I have every reason to feel great
The goal an d aim is already set
Why I worry for what to offer?
We are one and never differ
Why I worry for what country could not do?
What I could not do is equally true
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A wish to remain and last
Why not? we are happy nation
Stable and young without any doubt or question
Harmony and peace in every relation
I have every reason to feel satisfied with elation
I feel part and parcel of one package
We are capable and able to manage
All our internal and external affairs
No to cause concern in any matters
What a tradition to offer and follow?
No deviation or drift to allow
World as one family to profess and practice
How do we stand for it and feel very nice?
We have every reason to feel its pulse
Every negative ideas we repulse
Not to indulge in intimidation and threat
Always warmth in relation when we embrace and greet
We stand on our own feet
Not to beg and not to let
Offer a hand of friendship as point of strength
Love to live in peace with same wave length
We as nation may not budge
From our stated position with any grudge
We have no intention to indulge
But to cement the bond and gulf the bridge
What else do we stand for and live?
What have we to show and leave?
Not to cause concern and relieve
Peace and harmony always believe
I raise my head with pride and faith
It won’t be changed till the death
I have every reason to feel great
The goal an d aim is already set
Why I worry for what to offer?
We are one and never differ
Why I worry for what country could not do?
What I could not do is equally true
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When the Parents Refuse to Come Home
When the parents refuse to come home
The children sleep beneath the babysitter’s skirt.
She will eat you out of house and home.
When the parents refuse to come home
The children shall set the house on fire,
And the babysitter shall save the family pet
That is content to be hand fed at the breast.
This night the parents are outside the loop,
They are out for a night on the town to renew their bound without the incessant want of children who shall burn the house down for attention.
The babysitter is watching TV under the blaze of the burning house where the family pet snicks beneath the smoke colleted by the ceiling.
When the parents stay out all night the children are discontented with the babysitter who have no time for children, she rather babysat the TV.
The babysitter refuse to pay taxes on her earning, she have parked the children in their beds where they learn the art of conversation from the TV.
The parents are having fun while the children are safe in the dream shatter of the right brain telling midnight stories of the day’s doings and the babysitter has invited her boy friend over for the night and he will eat you out of house and home while in their dream the children are buring the house down.
When the parents dance the night away in the night club the children are dreaming of the violent of the babysitter who eat the last of the pot roast left over from dinner.
When the parents refuse to come home the babysitter is contemplating the meaning of death and dying in the burning house.
The babysitter will grow up to become a parent and she will hire a babysitter when she go out to dance the night away as her children burn the house down.
poem by David E. Patton
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Joint family
Joint family culture now days not found
It was ideal and was placed very sound
It has made long full circle and round
Now it has disappeared and lost ground
Is it losing its original charm and magic?
They used to provide good humor and comic
There is no immediate solution and remedy
Family remains in tension without any comedy
The economic burden is taking heavy toll
Old people find it very difficult to stroll
Limited space and mobility makes them venerable
They feel neglected and lead the life miserable
How much trouble parents face for bringing their children?
Without kids their life seems sultry and barren
Parents still go for all out efforts to over come
All difficulties they bear with happy face and welcome
The phase is reversed with change of trend
Children grow up with so much to mend
They find it difficult to continue with old
Go for immediate change with old items to be sold
Overnights the parents have become unwanted
Their presence is not liked and unwarranted
They want to have their own world with freedom
They seemed to have run out of wisdom
It is irony of fact that we have run out of courtesy
How can we forget their efforts and majesty?
Do we confine our selves to feel only pity?
Is it the only way to face the situation or reality?
Old people are sometimes pushed to the wall
They are simply shunted from home or hall
Where to go and how to live is only concern?
They tend to forget that tomorrow will be their turn
We need to think in right prospective
Their plight should be considered as subjective
We are not inhuman or live in stage primitive
Deep concern should be made and efforts to revive
We must develop sound mechanism
It should be considered best humanism
Nothing can substitute for good gesture
They are not our past but best future
They should be considered as national heritage
Why we should neglect them because of old age?
They should have all their dues and respect
We need to pay attention and introspect
They have parted everything for our betterment
We should look after out them for good treatment
We should do it as matter of self respect and pride
It should form basis and not attempted to hide
History will not pardon us if we fail on this count
You will not be at ease and heavy pressure will mount
Nothing will go well if they are made to suffer
How can we afford joy if we have nothing to offer?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Girls In My Life
Was a little girl maybe five-foot-two had the cutest little feet made my heart go tweet-tweet quite a pleasant disposition then came a pretty young french girl, mmm whom i met in las vegas when
There with my parents oh my had a real nice conversation met a girl at the bakery she wanted to borrow my car from me she took it down to mexico ran over a man named juan then i went to college
A college girl she lived in the sorority house across from the school got a real fine education had seven women on my mind now i'm married have a very lovely wife three cute little boys it's so
And that's just half the story of the girls in my life
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Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
It is the fundamental duty of parents to educate her,
In modern society a job holder girl is welcome,
Now-a-days a boy wants to marry a job holder girl,
Illiterate girl has no place in modern society at all,
Life long in husband's house uneducated girl suffers,
In her life, lack of her education is the greatest fall,
Educated girl makes her children educated too,
And she leads a happy life here and there,
Both the famlies honour her to get her income,
Educated girl will be greeted in life every where,
Wherever she works her husband will come,
Her parents will be happy to see her full of gay,
Literate girl prays for her parents heartily every day.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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What More? Not Money!
What more can I ask for
What do I need?
What do I want?
All I need is love to live on
All I need is trust to live on
All I need is sense to live on
All I need is someone else's love to live on
Money isn't just everything
It can buy things
But there are some things money can't buy
Money can't buy my parents
No matter how much people offer me billions of dollars for my parents
I will never hand my parents to them
My parents are worth every single thing to me
I need love to go on
The loneliness is something that has a grudge on me
But with love
The grudge is gone
All I need to live on is God
When nobody listens to me
God does
He's always ready to listen
He's always ready to repsond
God is like my father
Who I love and care
Because he cares for my parents
I don't care if he doesn't care for me
Cuz' my parents are my top priority
I'll do anything to not lose them
I don't care about money
Because money comes and go
But love, God, and my parents are with me
No matter where
They're inside me
My fuel energy to live on.
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Child face
Did you ever see joy on child's face?
When some comment is passed over his race
Cast, creed, religion or for ugly appearance
At least parents have told her that it is blessed by chance
Children look so innocent in early stage
Their smile fascinate us with age
They may laugh at us and demand
Break any costly things and loudly play the band
"Hi, how come your teeth have gone? "
The question was parried but some damage was done
The child was smart enough to reply with smile
"The teeth have made room for new style"
Some of the children may shy off and run away
They will cover face but not show it any way
This is an age where you can expect funny answers
Some of them may speak with language that can be understood by few
"Where from you have come in our home"?
I will ask my grand children for an answer to welcome
"Mom says that door was opened at night"
Doctor dropped us at your door, alright
Such type of answers pushes me to the corner of heaven
I have come across funny answers but visibly driven
They are blessed flowers on the earth from almighty
Even though they may look jokers and naughty
I wish them grow in their own way and liking
Let us be kind to answer them when such thing is striking
They should be convinced with what we are replying
Their mind is quick enough to grasp and honestly relying
I would love to hear their answers in any manner
They are quick to grasp but reply little later
They know how dear grand parents are
Some of them may be supporting from very far
I wish to be child at some stage
Entire life journey has made me weary of an age
The children in home make scene little entertaining
The happiness and joy sometimes may not be given by breeze or rain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As the show goes on
As the show was about to progress on the stage
I was ushered in to just manage
Comfortable seat enabling me to view
It was special seat offered to only few
I had fascination for old stage shows
It has its own and must be allowed to grow
Live shows have continuous grip on mind
We flow with the character something new to find
It is not pure imagination that carries
The whole concept is around and worries
Story around it revolves in peculiar way
We are spell bound and can not offer any say
There is different perception with comments
The public opinion may vary with some vents
They may rightly or wrongly react
It is quite logical to have different impact
I heard some uncharitable remark
Though the stage was illuminated and not dark
The show was drawing crowd
The claps for and against were so loud
The young character was in love with old lady
It was immense love but lady was not ready
The passionate show did not influence audience
The comments were expected on dotted lines hence
“The old is gold” carried some significance
In value terms it had great importance
The old was to maintain glitter all the times
The new one was able to attract sometimes
Though show was over with mixed feelings
I was not surprised to have it in the evening
Every character has its own role to play
No one should try influence their way
I know for sure that old still retain its intrinsic value
They hold the position and earn the esteem which is due
It may look funny when combined with new out look
So many stories gather around and very easily cooked
There is no clash with experienced person or raw cadet
Expert eyes catch the talent and allow it to let
Have it sown course to meet the expectation
Everything else is ruled out of question
Many couples enjoy their past time with satisfaction
This is good sign or omen with very good indication
It proves the saying that “old still carry the meaning”
The life will be same either in morning or evening
Each and every material is significant
It does not differentiate between past and present
The attraction for life material may be instant
How one carries it to end is more important
I would love to end with past
The world is moving very fast
We got to live with reality
It may still show its fine quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Parents vs children, children vs parents.
So many family is divided,
Parents against children agitated,
On the other side the kids do not approve them,
Criticizing, judging for every happenings and problem.
Many child blames the parents for numberless reason,
They oppose the strong, the weak and ready to abandon,
Many times parents are dictators, keeping the kid in slavery,
Neither of them is an angel, which is an irony.
Would be lovely if children would keep the commandment,
Respecting, understanding & loving the parents every moment,
Then, maybe they would receive that treatment too,
When they become parents & only justice they would do.
Mankind is teaching about peace, love and respect,
In this moment there is neither effect,
Oh parents and children when do you understand at last?
Learn to love and respect each other and forgive that bloody past.
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Personal wish
I was taught by parents not to hate or make any mention
They were right in their thinking with full assertion
Since then it has remained as my personal wish
I wanted the life to pass on easily and finish
So many times I had rough time with friends
There were altercation and scuffle at the end
It was making me bad as not good companion
Even though we advocated cause and were champion
We all decided to bury the differences
We had drawn lesson and inference
It was always good to think positive
Even though one can always remain subjective
When fire rages from within
It does not let any thing in
The anger and hatred can be visibly seen
No one would love to see your face or very keen
It is not going to serve any good
This fact must be clearly understood
Even your comments may worsen it further
It will add to tension and force you to bother
The stage is arrived with failure or frustration
It may always hunt you with big question
It may not only spoil the relation
But break the existing bond in excitation
You will loose the support from close relatives
Friends too may desert you in time of needs
You will left in isolation and avoided
They will boycott you in case decided
The relation will not be restored that easily
It may leave you in dejection and make wearily
No one has benefited from the continuous rage
It will be difficult to sustain and manage
Sometimes irrational statements make things worse
It can not improved upon even you express remorse
It will push you to the backward seat
There will not be cordial relation when you will greet
The river looses its reputation of being mother when in spate
Even though people pray her and consider as simple fate
Such is the case with anger and hate when take place
No good amount of efforts can remedy it or replace
What is good in keeping the temper cool?
It prevents you from acting as fool
Since it is performed in stage of not having brakes
It will vitiate the cordial relation and break
We must learn to live with balanced approach
Many a times we may have to pass through as such
It will be nice if we are able to stave off the situation
Rest all can be brought under control without further aggravation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Front Line
The unknown causes fear for most,
but I look at it as,
a friend waiting for me.
It could be good,
could be bad,
but all I know is,
I'm ready for it.
I'm ready to run if I must,
I'm ready to draw my sword,
I'm ready to fight till
my final breath,
a true fight till
the death.
Get in line,
all armor on and firm,
for tonight blood will be poured out
upon all people,
those with swords,
and those with shields,
all will feel such pain.
Are you ready,
to draw your sword
then step out onto
the front line?
Are you ready,
to say good-bye,
to those you loved?
Life isn't easy,
so think fast and come quick,
run now and you won't
need to worry,
about the blood others will shed.
Run and be quick,
hurry and escape.
before they take my life,
all because
I tried to save yours.
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Dream palace
Let there be dream palace to live in
no restriction and to feel free in
not as isolated ward or sultry palace
all my angels come in with open face
I wish it to open for general public
There is some reason and logic
How many secrets and stories behind?
People have remained unknown or simply blind
Only kings and queens spent happy days
Had their own luxurious time and different ways
I too wish it for all my fairies of the tales
Come with open wings and very good smiles
I will wish it to happen in child stage
Where no one may mind my little age
I shall make laugh free and very loud
The clouds may go away with big sound
Rain may dropp few light showers
Garden may witness new flowers
Nature may sprang good surprise
I will enjoy it as very good prize
Toys of all kinds may stand scattered
I shall watch them without words being uttered
I shall prefer silence and do not disturb
Their arrangement and offer no curb
How much excitement in small eyes?
No more question with so many whys
I shall watch them depart and silently come
Always with wide open arms and welcome
I consider this age free from blame
I may pray for it and often claim
Let it happen in full knowledge of brain
And store it in memory as and when came
I wish to lie down on ground
Along with toys around and to be found
Some to be intact and some to be broken
But I can understand what they have spoken
I want my parents to watch from the distance
It may frighten my angels at once
They may leave me in haste
I wish them to remain my friends as best
I can see the immense love
When they come here and finally drove
I shall miss them once for all
Even when they depart at final call
They may not come at all and stay
As my age is driving me away
I may get some sense of growth
Not to be called child or as youth
Leave me not behind for only age
I may miss it as having been put in cage
I shall be hunted for pretty consideration
I won’t be able to answer for any of the questions
I wish them to happen again an again
Let moon may not offer any rain
I have yet to learn and gain
When they will come finally in
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crumb Grabber, Money Snatcher, Giving Moody Back
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Even when we visit him in prison he's a hoot.
My baby has my eyes.
Maybe we did spoil him but he's 'so cute'!
(And) My baby has my eyes.
Some can not get over,
How their children grow up.
To do nothing but break hearts.
And become corrupt!
Oh...
They defend their parenting done.
With excuses to the principal...
Why their kids can't seem to learn a thing!
And why it is necessary,
To accuse the teachers, society...
And neighborhoods they live,
Why they have allowed these 'monsters'
To exist without values....
With honored gang memberships.
To do nothing but selfish senselessness.
And have no good deeds,
To offer or give!
Instead of living their lives...
Quick and easy just to be pleased!
'Not 'my' kids.
Not one I raised to be liars or thieves.'
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Growing up and making their parents feel guilt.
My baby has my eyes.
To breast feed
And think free is milk!
My baby has my eyes.
Walking up and down the streets to mug and kill.
My baby has my eyes.
Doing things just for 'kicks' and thrills.
My baby has my eyes.
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
My baby has,
My baby has...
I can't deny those eyes.
Those eyes are mine.
My baby has,
My baby has...
My baby has my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Her Pain
All alone she cries
Tortured tears she hides
In the dark her hope dies
Where are her hearts hidden guides?
You see her but don’t notice
Her face hidden in her darkened hair
In her pocket she holds a sacred lotus
You laugh, you avoid her, but you don’t care
All that she knows is that flower
The only thing that had ever been given
In that flower she holds her life, her power
She thinks she does wrong, her actions unforgiven
She takes from the shop
But all she takes is a single fruit
She has no parents to tell her to stop
She lives in a house full of dispute
Returns home to an empty house
To a cold family so long broken
Sits there in the corner quiet as a mouse
If only she had the courage to be outspoken
At this girl you look, you stare
Now you see her silent pain
You see one of a pair
You see the smile that has such a strain
To her you now speak
You teach her right from wrong
You see just how she became so weak
Now you teach her a happy song
See her smile she has a new life
You saved her from the dark
You freed her from that heavy strife
Now you see her love begin to spark
She feels so alive, so real
She knows how life should be
It was you who released misery’s seal
Now watch her fly, soar, so light, so free
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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A bright tomorrow
I don’t know how to work for better tomorrow
What are the rules that I have to follow?
How the thing to be allowed and grow?
No disturbances in life still nicely to flow
Mind doesn’t work in that direction
I wish to take no hasty action
Life seems full of uncertainties
One has to remain contended with varieties
It is always fine to move with great speed
You must remain healthy with good food and feed
Honest approach without any greed
Certainly to grow a fine plant from quality seed
No one is sure of what is in store
There should be no let up in efforts to explore
Even in difficulties try to salvage and land at shore
Think of another stage and try to act before
Result may not be fruitful or sign of encouragement
Life should be made full of movements
Ready to strike at any given time or moment
To accept the fate smilingly without offering any comment
I may not yield to pressure and allow the things to worsen
The difficulties may come on the way unforeseen
I may wish to cry by hiding the face under pillow
I shall be prepared for worst situation and bitter pills to swallow
Sun was blazing all the way
Striking heat waves with direct rays
Forcing people to find shelter on the way
but not letting any opportunity to pass or giving away
Have you learned about people who work under the sun?
They work continuously but don’t ask for anything or run
it is difficult o stand under direct waves at afternoon
They think it may pass off very soon
I had learnt about one farm laborer,
He looked to me as torch bearer
Sun was on top but he was sweating and singing
He has all the joy while digging;
I dared not to ask him “Will you eat some food? ”
It is nicely prepared, fresh and good,
”No dear sir” I am very sorry,
I earn sufficient and food is no worry,
I am able to make it today and so no need to accept or borrow
Today you are there but who will offer me tomorrow?
The reply saddened me for the moment and sent shock wave
what an answer or gesture? I really felt shame and couldn’t believe
Who can be considered as an ideal philosopher?
The person who has no knowledge of others
Or who consider themselves as great personality?
We can think positively about the fine blend and quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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