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A Rare Quality

You land in trouble
The moment you to live as noble
How can you be tolerated as rose among other flowers?
Where as each plant blossoms from rain showers

You can’t term it as rare quality
You have choice, resolve and ability
You may think of performing it from point of strength
Then no one can stop you from going to any length

To think of leading a normal life is commendable
That feat can be appreciated and is really laudable
But how long you can sustain the position and remain s table
Despite having all kind of temptations pushing you in troubles

If some of the temptations are set aside
The life angle can be made very wide
You see wide spectrum with no scope for selfishness
As you have left behind everything without trace

At some point of time it may stage rebellion
You will think of going back to same pavilion
It may be considered as matter of great shame
If something is coming to light for all the blames

When you have everything to loose and nothing to gain
You have no fear of anything going into drain
You have one kind of fullness at heart and mind
That makes you feel great and very kind

People gather you around
They have really found
Perfect and secured refuge on ground
That was never before and looked sound

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, almighty

Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years

If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody

You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet

Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings

The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose

Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move

When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet

It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact

You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity

It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best

What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse

No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed

The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet Can

Why a poet can not remain in crowded place?
Catch the pulse of an ordinary man in race
See the drops his labor inform of sweat
How much he struggles to meet ends and eat

There is valid point in conceding
We all need nice feeding
Every moment of great surprise
To grow day by day and feel wise

Humanity breathes in open and shows the class
We just don’t observe it and make casual pass
We find it irrelevant and out dated concept
But makes it so sentimental when openly wept

We hardly move without aim
It has mechanical aspirations to claim
Life is taken as mere compulsion
To be pulled on with or without resumption

Here comes a stage when you want real eruption
Your ideas to come out from heart with assumption
You need some one to read and come out with its consumption
Two words of appreciation and encouragement without disruption

So stage for natural poet is set
It has nothing to do with any kind of stage
Lonely or among people makes no sense
Yes but nature makes easy flow of sentences

Natural poet belongs to all and considers his duty
In red rose he finds fragrance with simple beauty
Flowers catch his fancy and enlighten imagination
How many things come up for revelation?

In morning shadows are just normal in size
They grow short by the time noon seize
Hot sun makes poet to take refuge under shed
Evenings are forcing him to pack up and lead

Nights bring all silvery lines in mind
Beautiful moon at its zenith is very kind
All birds are now quiet and in the nest
Only poet is awake and tries his best

I would love to call him a free bird
As well receiver of lord’s word
Only aim is to spread the lovely message
Whether as boy, youth or in the old age

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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D-anger

“D” is synonymous with smile
So it brings fragrance meanwhile
Anger is altogether different in nature
It brings disaster for certain and sure

Now to smile with anger is different concept
As mother scolds child when excessively wept
Or gets tough with family members when out of control
Such (d) anger is certainly a beautiful call

Even teachers preset rudely to students
It is not aimed at discouraging them or making any dent
It is simply meant to shape their personality
Test them to time and build fine quality

Danger spells about lurking misfortune around
Its presence is unnoticed and never found
Anger may reveal the state of total frustration
Some times out of tune or sometimes with complete relation

So many great sages and saints have dwelt at great length
Fire may burn dead body but anger may burn your live strength
You will loose common sense and disembark
People may compare your language as that of dog’s bark

Even if you are established as rude person with short temper
Still people will forgive you and not mind out burst or anger
As at heart you are very kind and care for their well being
So were the benevolent rulers praised as noble king?

If you can conquer over anger with little restrain
That will be considered as land mark and gain
As person is about to loose whole of his reputation
Only on account of being good but inconsiderate in relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A living dead

I am considered as living dead
No desire to be assertive and in position to lead
I am moving in public and looked healthy
I am in strong position and considered wealthy too

I have stable position and earned good fame
I don’t know how but any how it came
I made it easy by remaining aloof
Any one can see it as clear proof

Yes deserve to be good human being
You should be determined and willing
Nothing can prevent you for doing so
If whole heartily you prefer and go

What is use of leading an aimless venture?
If it has no energetic thrust for future
Something has got to be done for its success
Life should be like an open page and allow the access

If in life if you have something to offer
People may accept it gladly and not differ
It is how you present your self in their eyes
There won’t be left any if, buts and why

I lacked complete will to usher in open domain
It wasn’t my way of doing and exclusively remains
A stigma or tendency to be away on selfish ground
A parallel which can never be easily understood or found

I am taking fresh air but leave it with pollution
Rudderless direction sans a strong resolution
Not willing to offer any thing of kind gesture
Have nourished nothing of that sort for sure

I shall continue to live in uncertainty
I have failed to understand its complete utility
I am no less than any selfish creature
I still live out of harmony for the future

There may be many more that may be same
I feel no guilty for being and feel the shame
I feel the purpose of being in this world as different
All my moves lead to the direction and seen as apparent

I shall see it as no draw back
As I consider myself very frank
It is great things to admit the lapses
With my being as exception nothing is going to collapse

Someone one may come forward and fulfill the mission
I consider it as greatest asset if you openly go for its admission
Not all the persons can deliver heroic performance
One look inwardly and have little glance

Life is glorious mission to be lively fully
I full realize it but can’t participate wholly
I have countless flaws and fears within
How far I can survive and long remains to be seen?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Point Of Disgust

How many times have we gotten to a point of disgust
Where your mind is about to explode
And your heart about to bust.

Every one at one point or another gets to that stage
And we know in our hearts -it's just a phase.
How do we get rid of that pain and emptiness
So deep in your chest
When your mind is blank and needs the rest.

When your chest is like a dam holding
back a river of tears
And your mind is sensing all your fears.

When everything seems to be going wrong
No matter what you do
And you get to this point of disgust
And starting to feel blue.

Where does one end and the other begin?
You have to go through total disgust
Then the depression begins.
(is depression just a point of total disgust?) hmmmm

When I get to that point in life
I pray to GOD to take away this strife
I walk to him with my problems in my hand
Cause I know he understands.

He says 'help yourself and I will help you'
So this is what I do.
I put all my pros and cons in a basket
And bury it in the ground like a casket.

I follow what I have in my heart
Because 'HE ' had put it there from the start.
This point of disgust can play a role in our life
We just have to stop and think twice.
This not only affects you, but all who are around
Creeps up on you without making a sound.

So I'll add that to the basket
With all my pros and cons
And the 'point of disgust' will also be gone.
BYE - BYE

poem by Louis Rams
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With all the sympathy

A person is called saint if he has kindness with all the sympathy
He can claim then only as direct descendent of almighty
Or Messiah, messenger or for that respect an angel
At every inch you must look ordinary but with different angle

I have known or heard about many of such figures
They have worked for the humanity and reassured
About the human misery and risk involved for apathy
What work is to be taken up or followed to gain His sympathy?

Each work is evaluated and appreciated by God
Many might have lost favor as their soul stands sold
They are burden and living animal on earth
At each stage they live on but with the fear of death

To work under such difficult situation is Herculean task
No one may opt for it or readily go and ask
Some of the great souls are easily picked on earth
God has always created such situation without any dearth

Such a kind of saints have prevailed in present time
For the rescue of mankind with their known and committed crimes
Hardly anybody can undertake such enterprise
It is much to relief and to our surprise

It proves God's existence
We feel and experience His presence
He is omni present and in every individual
Only we fail to understand Him and take very casual

If some one works on charity or any kind of human service
That may be counted as noble cause and looked upon very nice
All kinds of help will be rendered and efforts lauded
His or her presence will be taken with high esteem and applauded

It is not done to gain international fame
It may involve great work and full of blames
Little slackness may invite lots of criticism
As it isli9nked with the work of humanism

Thousands of hands are raised in your well being
Prayers and congregations are held to praise and sing
Preaching is done so as to spread the kind and love message
The sick and ill fated souls are shown the way with passage

The services of poor may be remembered very long
It is not only the care and help but to stay among
Not showing mere finger for any work to be done
The far reaching impact will never be undone

Some of the names may be remembered by all
As they have responded with charity and humanitarian call
Anybody could do it without any assistance
But it has made some difference with their presence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Heart can't be stone

Basically no heart can be stone
If so then it must be gone
If you are kind enough and loving
Everyone may start believing

Love and affection is what we feel internally
You can deceive people externally
But change comes at appropriate time
You come to terms and change it any time

Females do perform miracle
As they are kind enough and capable
They can turn barren land into fertile one
When honestly think of it and done

Moment you feel for others or develop soft corner
Think that happiness and joy may return by her
Prove that you are worthy of and care for sentiments
Life can be made worthwhile when some one is found like friends

Love it from every angle and give one chance
Feel from within and opt out at once
You shall be reliving actual mission
Life may prove enterprising without any guilt admission

We are, in fact, love hungry people
Prefer peace at heat and expect no troubles
By chance if something goes wrong
We feel disheartened and fall for sad songs

Men and women are created specially
To carry on as desired silently
There can be no unhappiness around
Joy and peace is always found

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A good listner

I am willing to land ears and prove good listener
I wish to see all kind of flowers and roses as Gardner
It can prove me as sympathizer to people for their cause
In this trouble torn environment one needs to think and pause

Who has the time to watch and look around?
Broad day light murders and bodies are to be found?
It is unhealthy sign and doesn’t look at all very sound
We still have to breathe peacefully and go around

It is individual’s choice to go in for real assessment
There has to be some real and concrete movement
It may not yield any material gain or good fame
It may prove not futile but not lands in shame too

It is known fact that some has to be progressive
Nothing can be achieved by remaining so much aggressive
It may inflame already aggrieved situation
In others field you may term it as love or infatuation

Weep the tears of others if you have real sympathy?
Do it honestly without having any mercy or pity
It may not make you saint or incarnation of God
But you may have all blessings from people with nod

I have known it from initial days
I had trouble in finding critical ways
It helped me a lot from some one’s fine gesture
How can I forget this in shaping the future?

There is need for kind words
You can definitely convey it and forward
It will not cost anything extra I quantum
It will have far reaching impact as minimum

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I've Seen A Love

Edwin McCain
I've Seen A Love
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
I see my ring as it spins on the table
A perfect circle on the dusty wood
Tells of a life, the love and the laughter
Cries my tears for the times that were good
Ive seen a love that rolls like thunder
Ive seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
One gets lost, one gets lonely
In another world love remains
That kind of love takes away all your empty
That kind of love takes away all your shame
I've seen a love that rolls like thunder
I've seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
And our kind of love it burns like summer
Like I'm rolling down some old heartache road
And all my running and my demons
Can't seem to lift it
Can't seem to lift that love
I've seen a love that rolls like thunder
I've seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me pain

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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A total discard

Though I am still not discard
The game is on and still on card
This was the best thing you could reward
You had decided to fall back and look back ward

It was within your command to reject
It was matter of great concern as subject
I was not in position to raise my head
You had all the way promised me to lead

I shall lick my wound
It may remain with me and look sound
The year may be difficult to go round
All difficulties may lie ahead and found

I shall not disclose or reveal
It won’t be good either to conceal
I have no intention to carry the pain
Let there be enough of trouble and rain

It may not heal altogether
I will have no strength to gather
It shall mess up everything to hit me hard
I have no other option left than to go forward

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A way to feel proud

What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?

There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown

I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good

You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed

There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy

I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces

It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant

I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace

I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate

I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views

There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck

You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified

Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice feeling

What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?

There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown

I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good

You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed

There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy

I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces

It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant

I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace

I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate

I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views

There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck

You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified

Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Turning Point

I went down to the highway
That runs between love and pride
And I tried to get sideways
Across the great divide
But my minds eyes on the key ring
Crying in misery
cause it wont spend one more evening
Staring back at me.
It may be by choice or a small inner voice I cant say
When you add up the cost we all have a cross
How do you write off the loss?
Where do I go from here?
How do I find my way?
When is it loud and clear
That theres no turning back? no looking back
Where do I go from here?
Nobody gets away
Its a new kind of fix
For the poor and the rich
You never know whats coming next... at the turning point.
The rules are unwritten
And nobody knows the deal
Where have I been driven
Are deamons behind the wheel?
Yeah, I know my days are numbered
Were only flesh and bone
And Ive been left to wonder
How it went so wrong.
Is it all tailor made, can the sinner be saved, I cant say
So dont hang your hat on the knife Im my back
cause nobody treats me like that.
Where do I go from here?
How do I find my way?
When is it loud and clear
That theres no turning back? no looking back
Where do I go from here?
Nobody gets away
Its a new kind of fix
For the poor and the rich
You never know whats coming next... at the turning point.

song performed by by Toto
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Sort of infatuation

I came back fast on net
I never wanted her to go or let
It was some sort of infatuation
But was not sure of real relation

It is gradual process in any development
But turns on to alter as happy moment
How one feels about other!
Dreams about to come true and bother

In young age you may term it as natural
Like spring it is welcome and comes as usual
But what about love in later stage of autumn?
When one thinks about beautiful flowers in garden

Oh! Is it called love of real nature?
I repeatedly asked self but was not sure
It created ripples and I turned cold
What would they term it in this selfish world?

I wrote about end of the road
When one is suddenly facing load
Love of young woman in life and its impact
Oh! God it is tremendous courage and powerful act

I think again and again
She is my mate and new concern
Life has made simple 'u' turn
I wan to come back to her in return

She has thought of my fading star
I shall soon be leaving very far
As destiny has narrow and wide angle
Soon it may create for her a trouble

I may dream about her till end
If not as permanent but special friend
That keeps my vigor and strength
In tact and prepares to go to any length

I now want to love and live more
She has given hope to explore
New horizons and new vast land
Where she and I can walk hand in hand

Fear grips me all of sudden
She has cared for me even
I now offer her complete faith
Till I breathe last at the time of death

The spirit inside weakens me
Allows me to come out of cage and feel free
It is same place and shade underneath the tree
Where I had dreamed about her as honeybee
‘
How do I dare to tell about secret?
Life has only few moments to set
It may take few more years
No one may believe even my own ears

I shall still be high in sky
Twinkling as star but feeling very much shy
What did I give her in return to her for life support?
I have no answer for it or to report

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Frozen to Death

I wanted not to be frozen to death
As it was life time wish to remain with
Fear was just gripping me from inside
Chances were there and differences very wide

I can afford no more isolation
As I have developed sound relation
It is fine tuning with you on sound footing
No more trouble ideas are shooting

I can have no peace with disturbed news
My relation with you can’t have any more reviews
It is firm and never getting strained
Little upset thought makes me completely drained

I would prefer death in your hand
This may prove to be real companion and friend
Life can be meaningless if there is no aim
I would love to be very near and earnestly claim

I have placed my existence at your door
I shall be nothing and look very poor
It is you who has made me priceless
I can move among people with bright face

Each day brings me message of love
I remain calm and peacefully drove
You are at heart and very much in centre
No other man can simply occupy the position or enter

Some unknown factors trouble
I loose the patience and fumble
I shiver with some cold in spine
There something more to make me feel fine

I would want that you stay always near
Make me comfortable without any fear
I shall be worry free in your presence
This I feel is true and real essence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Times Of Solitude (Cavatina)

In times of some great kind of solitude,
the veldt, the bush,
catches me in living great memories,
a tranquil hush
brings back a new kind of awakening,
in does then rush
the trees, birds, bees and many wild flowers,
like some thundering life bearing showers.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Kind words

Kind words have got no parallel
They play good role and excel
They are very vital in any field
They exert influence and results yield

What a beautiful response you get?
Bitterness disappear and soon to forget
Opening of new relation with warmth
No scuffle, no bad feeling aftermath

In day to day life it has lot more to do
It makes your way smooth to get through
You face no hurdle and it is easy going
Everything is perfect with smooth sailing

It enhances your status and personality
You are in position to prove your ability
You can easily draw adversary to your side
As you have greater insight with angle wide

It has got soothing effect if two good words are spoken
Dead lock is finished and long silence is broken
It costs nothing extra if one uses cautious mild words
It is leaving behind very good impression after words

It has got wide recognition and realized too
Some solid force is behind and it is also true
It has wide impact and leaves behind good will
It holds its ground making everybody to feel

Eco balance of mind disturbed with slight bitterness
It gets inflamed with unpleasant frankness
Bold words may sometimes have undesirable effect
Person may bear ill will in mind and surely act

It is advisable not to act in haste and use words
It inflames the mind and doesn’t allow us to absorb
Surely it is unproductive to feel ill treated
The behavior and response counts how it is meted

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Kind Of Love

Written by rodney crowell, will jennings, and roy orbison
Album: life is messy (rodney crowell)
Ill give you the best I can give you, baby
Thats all I can give
Well live it the best we can live it, baby
As long as we live
What kind of love never turns you down
What kind of love lifts you off the ground
Turns your life around
What kind of love makes you go out in the wind
And the driving rain
What kind of love runs through your heart with
A pleasure so close to pain
What kind of love
Only this love that I have
Ill show you the best I can show you, baby
Thats all I can show you
Ill know you the best I can know you baby
As long as I know you
What kind of love never turns away
What kind of love never makes you pay
Hears you when you pray
What kind of love makes you go out in the wind
And the driving rain
What kind of love runs through your heart with
A pleasure so close to pain
What kind of love
Only this love that I have
This love I know is all I have
This love I have is all I know
So I wont let go
What kind of love makes you go out in the wind
And the driving rain
What kind of love runs through your heart with
A pleasure so close to pain
What kind of love only this love that I have
What kind of love only this love that I have

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I Go Down

I go down with heavy heart
I have failed to propagate the art
Could not make its essence known in true spirit
Even though it was noble and in its limit

You can fool people for considerable period
They may have compulsions not to avoid
When here is no choice between good and devil
Got to accept whatever is before us or on anvil

I think many times of life’s futility and its importance
I think no one takes serious interest to know it at once
Nothing goes wrong even if life is not understood
We can live entire life for availing money and food

I have prayed several times sincerely
I could achieve nothing or put up show rarely
If I pursue with great zeal it may be taken as pomp and show
Where as it is the only way open for us to grow

Some of the acts require nothing in substance
It needs some kind gesture and tolerance hence
To loose the patience is gravest mistake
Many may present it as totally fake

You have done hard work through out the life
It has remained unpredictable and strife torn
What do we know from entire projection?
Nothing more is done to prevent its fall from action?

Many more souls might have departed this before
I deliberately sit and continuously think therefore
What for have I been sent here as perishable object?
How can I openly go against certain things and reject?

It is normal reaction from human being as live entity
On earth you are being considered as humanly with good quality
Leave it to others to decide what is good or bad
You have no right to profess or feel so sad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Threshold

The threat or danger of a downfall is looming before us
though we now seem poised and safe above all the fuss.
Considering the sacrifice and effort made to reach the threshold
how can we now afford the luxury of distraction and be so bold?

Until the threshold is attained and one has safely passed through
it would be wise not to become complacent with the passing view.
The choice is ours and so much depends on our integrity of purpose
if we’re to arrive safely and overcome the temptations on the surface.

There can be no satisfaction with things that are constantly changing
especially where the effect of change itself is also very wide ranging.
In fact it seems such a shame to have to admit that all of this attraction
keeps us away from the place that will ensure our complete satisfaction.

When we spend such a large part of our lives to achieve harmony and balance
those who don’t make the most of the opportunity are victims of nonchalance.
And it’s only after missing the chance to get something we’ve badly wanted
we feel a sense of greater loss than losing it after the thing had been granted.

Sometimes the fear of failure is not as great as the fear of success
which may place demands upon us that cause unwelcome stress.
Though rarely one will argue the point of not trying to succeed
there are the factors of determination and those based on need.

There seems to be some point beyond which no one ever really goes
unless one has the help and guidance of someone greater that knows.
They stand poised and ready for anyone to acknowledge their position
and is able to take one through the threshold by grace of their decision.

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poem by George Krokos
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