A rose is always rose
I dreamt of my youth on wane
It was still there and not gone
Still conclusion not forgone
Enough was yet to be done
Ruled the scene of love for ever
the fear for self was not there and never
I was considered the king of flowers
The rain pleased always with showers
I did all possible to cover my petal
The age was showing effect on its arrival
The dreams were threatened to be shattered
It was natural cycle and could not be altered
I am not still ruled by any darkness
I have still rosy charm with fineness
I may go down with old charm
Still there won’t be any great harm
You can call it misfortune
It is in keeping with the tune
One has to disappear and make the way
Whether it is with time or sun’s hard rays
It may be tough process
I shall loose complete access
We may certainly cease to exist
The stage is prepared for our exit
We might have existed for brief
It was definitely good relief
We never took it as grief
Though it is common belief
Let everything change but we may remain
It is our known area and domain
We have everything to offer and gain nothing
This is what we are afraid of something
Our roots may be giving way
They may not remain strong and give away
Still you won’t find any wrinkle on our face
We are for true love and not for mad race
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Honestly
A good luck charm an amulet.
yes superstition lingers yet.
Despite vaunted modernity,
the human race is still not free
from their belief a lucky charm.
Will somehow keep them from all harm.
Although it defies common sense
it seems to boost their confidence.
I don’t subscribe to this belief.
I check and find to my relief
the lucky charm she gave to me.
Exactly where it ought to be.
My only reason I declare
for wearing it. It pleases her
9-Feb-08.
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Wouldnt Change A Thing About You
Philip bailey & frankie blue
If I were king and I ruled the world
I would make it safe for the boys and girls
Theres so much I would do
But I wouldnt change a thing about you
If the summer could last till spring
Or a fallen sparrow could sprout
New wings
Then Id change that too
But I wouldnt change a thing about you.
All the love that youve been giving
All the joy that weve been living
Through
I wouldnt change a thing about you
Bridge:
Too little love and too much hate
When times get tough
Looking for something cause
I just cant get enough
But when Im feeling down
Youre there to see me through
I wanna hold ya, touch ya
Give you love all the time
cause when Im with you, girl
I feel like the world is mine
Tell you baby, theres nothing
I wouldnt do for you
The sun comes out when I hear your name
I get butterfiles, do you feel the same?
Thats what love can do
No, I wouldnt change a thing about you
In this imperfect world were living
Perfect love like ours is rare, its true
No, I wouldnt change a thing about you
Bridge
If I were king and I ruled the world
I would make it safe for the boys and girls
Theres so much I would do
But I wouldnt change a thing about you
All the love that youve been giving
All the joy that weve been
Living through
I wouldnt change a thing about you
La la la la
La la la la
I wouldnt change a thing about you
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Down The Line
Somewhere down the line I sense some fear
Even though I have strong sense to bear
At no stage I loose the cool nerve
Yet sometimes it tends panic to have
After all nothing can be certainly said
Some of the results can not be had even after fully paid
They can come only from your concerted efforts
As you keep on moving by maintaining rapports
No one may know when blows will be delivered?
Nothing can be said about tides to become severe
So there is complete lack of assurance with success
Even if you fully prepared to cope with access
Something can be surely said about your ability
This can be termed as very fine quality
Person looses no calm and stands firm in crisis
The success lies where efforts are made with some basis
Entire structure can be in ruins if faced with weak foundation
Whole area can be threatened with little of inundation
Some thing can be ruled out as mere coincidence
But repeated occurrences can’t be termed as simple incidence
You should be fully accurate with your planning
Not everything can be achieved merely on wanting
Somewhere you should remain worried with apprehension
As it poses grave threat with burning question
You are powerless human being and may stand as lame duck
When all worries take you over and you are simply struck
You curse the luck and faulty preparation for failure
Otherwise you could reach to the end for sure
Such things are common in our thinking
At last moment we pray for safe passage from sinking
We loose all hopes and prepare for show down
Even if that means total inability to come out and own
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All the chances
You have all the chances for success
You may have opportunity for its access
You may not face crest fallen situation
You have strong nerve and clear intuition
There lie enough reasons for outcome
The success story may find the welcome
Whom do you go for and credit it with?
Will you laugh it out by showing all the teeth?
It requires tremendous courage and strength
You must be prepared to go to any length
It is secrecy of your plans that led to stunning victory
It saved you from insult and further sorry
You do anything and everything you like
you can raise your voice with blaring mike
Create artificial scarcity and compel the price hike
nothing can stop you from riding on bike
Success is not the one man’s pride moment
You can’t make it as your sole achievement
there is someone else to share it with you
Your partner has equal share and it is true
You have every right to play the life as game
You may earn good fame and name
Success and failure should be treated as same
It should not be matter of contention where from it came
We are human beings and treat it differently
We swallow the success silently
We would never like to share it with anybody
Your concern is appreciated but may not be liked by many
There should be no differentiation between man and woman
It is platform that is shared between two as common
It may be sheer coincidence that credit goes to male
There is no compulsion on male to pass it on to female
Life simply moves on with all good changes
Both the partners pull it on and manage
There is no tussle for sharing the honor
It is considered as nothing but common
We have full proof system that looks so sound
You may witness it in all the rounds
Complete joy and harmony is always found
You will have to adjust as you are loosely bound
You may heave a sigh of relief
It is your observation and strong belief
You may not like to loose the sight
Whether you may be proved wrong or right
It will go on and not change a slight
May be there at the end a light?
All goodness seemed to be in sight
will not appeal me as path right
There is always window or room to improve
You have enough time to excel and prove
You will have to remain there in the game
Though the situation might have not remained same
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Nothing seems right
Nothing seemed perfectly right from beginning
I could not believe it was end of an inning
May be sun was rushing for immediate shelter
Icy wind took over to indicate arrival of winter
Nature’s cycle was at its best and in tune
It functioned smoothly in the month of June
Dark clouds took reign of whole sky
I failed to understand and asked why?
Earth greeted with joy the rain’s arrival
It was as if preparation for the festival
The life scene was suddenly to change
It was not impossible but difficult to manage
God has created space for everyone
Everything is managed and orderly done
Everybody look at sky and sincerely pray
To lead a life in best possible way
May be I am destined to lie very low
I must look forward and not below
No one is getting its undue share
You got to play your part very fare
Sometimes it may not click but coincide
Luck may turn back and not decide
You may loose the chance and lament
Witness in isolation without any comment
Luck or no luck it is complete cycle
Somewhere it has to meet in circle
It may take longer time than expected
Fortune is not something which can be invented
Well, try to adjust if nothing goes well
Don’t term it as hard luck or living hell
It is destined to take place and realized soon
You may witness showers in shining noon
It is not that poor may remain always poor
Draught may not end with heavy shower
Everything has its own time and place
Hut can be turned into mansion or palace
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A weak love
Neither it broke nor did it speak
It just tried to prove strong but felt very weak
I preserved to the heart and consider as super class
Took special care to feel easy at pass
It has all its charm
Nothing has been done to harm
It still waits for warm welcome
When will you respond and come?
I too have loved from heart
I was for it from the very start
Love is not only gift but an art
We got to be careful not to part
It may pain me more
If it is blamed anymore
It is so sacred and retained as such
Do not think a lot or so much
It may take longer than expected
It is to be adored and respected
It is heavenly gift and not given to all
Luck is those who understand and respond the call
Will you be sincere enough to obey?
Bow down to almighty and pray
Oh, God! Give me the strength to withstand
Give m e insight to know her as friend
I shall stand in no way or obstruct
My conscience will definitely guide me and instruct
I shall prove it to be a noble act
I love you from is like day light fact
It is not body alone
Soul too has to be won
It may be then be called real bondage
The golden story will be written on page
Come and join to make it success
Have all doubts cleared with open access
I was ever your and remain so in future
Take every word of mine for sure
I was at pain to learn about loose remark
It was as if a loud noise from dog with bark
How can one think of so bad for pure form?
One should always remain firm and better informed
It is definitely a pulsating current
It may go up and down and may not look apparent
It needs purest form to realize the pulse
It can not be termed impure or anything else
It deserves highest attention and regard
One must be positive and look forward
There me some setbacks initially
It must be given go by really
So many people loose the heart at slight provocation
It really speaks bad and does not give good indication
The distrust has no place at all and is ruled out of question
One must be assertive and stand firmly in his position
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Over Show Goodness
How can you over show goodness?
By showing good smiles on flat face
by showering sweet words in return
Or simple gesture of in appreciation in turn
Well, I loved all my friends in particular
The treatment and warmth almost similar
As they presented so much love and closeness
I had no means to go in depth and trace
One such female friend was so much talkative
But kind at heart and very much subjective
Her grasping sense was quick and seemed very active
I had no hesitation in choosing her and be selective
She had troubled marriage and had to part
But fought valiantly when her husband preferred to depart
She lost no heart instead stood ground well
All children brought up well and now different story to tell
Some hard lines could still be seen on her face
She almost won single handedly in the race
Same figure may always stand high in public domain
She may be recognized as another name for gain
Despite all troubles she has great and caring heart
We can consider it as invisible but tough art
Many may not offer smile even after great persuasion
To have cordial and good relation is ruled out of question
I am fond of such persons who have some ideals
They need good care, soft spoken words in real
No artificial assuage and heart touching gesture
Then it will be assumed as very correct for sure
I may not demand any thing unexpected
As sometimes it may be angrily reacted
But some smooth response is already offered
Only it needs to be firmly and precisely answered
It is good if something is not said at all
Else it may be considered as bad manner and call
Who knows what it can bring about or spell as?
Both the sides of fears and probabilities it has
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Love to fly
I would love to fly with beautiful wings
Create wonderful melodious songs and sing
Try to remain among poor but not with king
Remain in circle but not to go out of ring
What keeps us together with no motives?
Why look different among original natives?
They may not be closed one or relatives
Tremendous force but not living as captives
Why can’t I breathe freely with air?
Why run cold in spine and raise the hair?
Do I not match with nature’s call?
Is it difficult to climb and scale the wall?
Well, all goes well when you have clear instinct
Bearing thought of no ill will or injuries to inflict
Staying human as close as nearly possible
Staving off the situation that looks so horrible
Nature and heavenly object always appeal
Try for natural remedies for wounds to heal
Not to enter area with intent to put final seal
Avoid unpleasant scene by avoiding shoddy deal
Earth worms crawl on earth to make it fertile
Volcano act different and make it volatile
Sea makes noise to voice its displeasure
Seasons offer best to offer you pleasure
It is worthwhile to remain in tune
Season may be hot in the month of June
Dazzling rain may offer the shower
Kind gesture maybe more but not fewer
So to say, move with the wind and speed
Submit politely to advice and heed
Simple observation followed and kindly read
Way to salvation when life honestly lead
Loving to lead and followed by others
Nature may be termed as holy mother
Wounds may be nursed with open arm
No danger to look around or fear any harm
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Abandoned Flowers
Belief and love in all way
Seem as dream,
Lofty and lusty desires
Dance on fire
As result of our own deeds
And the brook of belief bleeds
With grief and seems no relief
Penances take strong roots
To loot sacred melodious flute
Being aware, we remain mute,
We have been as
Abandoned Flowers
As if without 'Gardener'! ! ! ! !
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...
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A free action
express freely
it may not look silly
your intention of retaining
the desire for love maintaining
it has to go from your direction
reach out to the people with real affection
show it to them that it is love for peace
we all live with harmony and at ease
What may make others to wonder?
As the clouds appear with thunder
it may rain heavily with shower
touching the roots for birth of flower
Who can stop this natural process?
you are gifted with an open access
You were observing it all along
nothing can go out of hand or wrong
You may not be able to convince
they can not be compelled to show or evince
for sacred love to be shown to fellow man
it is show of eagerness that any one can
it will be too late to regret or express sorrow
it can not be left for uncertainty or tomorrow
The love has its origin from eternity
it has to be expressed and shown with fine quality
You may have solid return
sometimes you may have same turn
you are earning a praise from deprived
the long term effect can not be believed
The love and affection is not the commodity to show
it is essence of life and naturally grow
we are not used to difference of opinion
we need to appreciate if it existed in companion
There is enough room and space to fall in line
it must be shown that you really feel it fine
the time pass off within no time to come
there won't be anybody later on to welcome
Show the willingness for all kind gesture
you have seen its utility for the future
the world can be built effectively on good will
the stones should not be used with flowers to kill
It will have far reaching consequences and effect
the kindness is seen in hidden act
the love is understood by all and is common fact
it should be shown tenderly without any tact
There is no other short cut or easy option
the show of strength or wealth is ruled out of question
the simplicity is not seen with cordial relation
the joy and happiness mus come out with elation
the love can not be measured
it is to be shown and assured
in its simplest form and must be shown
with warmth and affection to be fully grown
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Memories
Those bad memories remain and don’t vanish
Whatever they might have done to tarnish
Still they pinch and remain close to chest
To forget them easily even trying very best
It is not that they were in control and mighty
Enough sources to bring us down and feel pity
It was their constant drive to keep us at the bay
We too were waiting for golden chance to repay
It is natural that repeats at regular interval
Ups go down and down with show dismal
Never to regain old glory and strong position
God has arranged such beautiful composition
Had it not been easy to forget or last?
Life would have ended miserable and very fast
Doubts might have ruled the mind and cast
Engulfed with revengeful ideas to blast
Person shouldn’t think of what actually went wrong
Why did he not get love and wasn’t lucky among
Was he destined to rise later with new scales?
No danger to self even if he was swimming with whales
Try to reason out factor that guided you
Nothing went wrong as you had blessings from thou
He can be invisible but never a different to all
Guides you to destiny if you give him sincere call
Memories are meant to be with us and will remain
They should be confined but not allowed to gain
They should be brought on surface when we look back
It is part of golden domain with a beautiful pack
Some are carried away little emergence
Start weeping among friend’s presence
It gives them relief as they always dominated
They may never know why it never got eliminated
It may go off with one’s exit from this beautiful world
He may feel its warmth even in shivering cold
You may slip into memory and unable to hold
It is treasure and stored in memory as pure gold
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A work to no work
From busy schedule to no work table
From able body to feel all of sudden unable
The isolation and loneliness is understandable
It is growing within but not manageable
How from hectic work you have come a grindig halt?
How all of sudden the soulnd has been rubbed with salt?
All careate unbearable pain just to make you panicky
The preoblem is growing more and almost becomes tricky
It is natural cycle that repeats after certain interval
The autumn becomes paramount after its arrival
The spring might have ruled for some times to come
It can not remain permanent as it is not destined to welcome
Everything is subjected to decay
Even old age may come to our dismay
The youth and energy may not remain forever
It is advised to adjust accordingly therefore
There can be only reminsceneces of romantic stage
It might have grown beautifully with the age
The print might have been looked as golden on the page
You should have surrrendered to your love even when in great rage
It is not easy to sit under sky and stare
It is leading not to solution anywhere
It may harp on your memeory mercilessly
Those things may come on screen and trouble you endlessly
It is easy to forget unpleasant things but difficult to forget
All beautiful moments slipping away and and can’t be let
You weep your face by hiding it under the piece of small cloth
Is the isolation and lonneliness not killing you by combining both?
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
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Clouds and moon
Moon is easy love object and sought after
Can be seen so beautifully reflected even in water
He is calm with all his expressions and remains cool
Silver rays and pure love can’t make anybody fool
if he is to be protected then it has to be done
He should be approached easily by none
Something has to be there around for his shield
If all were to stake claim for him and field
He can’t be hidden even by clouds
Clouds thunder may create loud bang and sound
Love still can be felt far off and found
Moon’s face is glittering silver white in round
It is momentary set back for moon to reappear
With all spell bound force in dreams to appear
Love is not to fade away but to realize in sense
All love birds should feel and don’t have to remain tense
Don’t blame clouds for their darkness
It is nothing but form of kindness
You should not cry for lovely and passionate moon
I have to protect him to bring to you soon
No harm will be done to his lady lovers
I too shall accompany and bless him with showers
No garden will be ruined with flowers to dry
Don’t curse for his love and make endless cry
You will have your moon along with light
He will be seen with naked eye with full sight
No one can take him away from you as right
You need not cry or endlessly cry and fight
No one shall tease you for happy dreams
You may witness silver lights in its realms
You shall claim rightfully in your possession
Must feel contended with your holy obsession
I cover moon’s face with darkness to shield
No external ill power can make him to yield
Effect fades away lovely moon face
I hide his face to escape from race
All your fears are unfounded and based on error
It is plain fact and can be witnessed in the mirror
Your fate is not sealed but decided with destiny in favor
Moon will have to come with full force and reappear
Moon will remain there as symbol of great attachment
Slight disappearance cannot be termed as detachment
Many hearts may be seeing in him virtual embodiment
Love at heart and fulfillment of desire or contentment
O, moon you appear in your full boom
There should be no doubt or have any room
Whole world looks toward you as guiding force
There should be no single tear or any remorse
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Almost burnt to death
It almost burnt us to death
We were unable to take breath
Children cried to escape sun’s fury
The rays were falling steep causing injury
It caused heavy sun strokes
It passed all previous records and broke
They say it was centuries highest
They were afraid as if complete man kind stood to test
There was no sign of immediate respite
The evenings were pleasant despite
The day was making hell and it was let loose
We had no other option but to remain inside and choose
Why Sun god was so furious on mankind
Why his third eye was oozing so much heat and not very kind
Not bird could fly and go out for good
It was indication of displeasure and that was not at all good
It may take many more days to spread the cool
Were we not cutting our own feet and making fool?
Are we totally blaming free not to invite such wrath?
Why nature is pushing us cruelly to near death?
We have cut many trees and uprooted forests
They were natural habitat for animals and considered best
The birds too have lost the race to breed in nests
It is really a forgone conclusions and real test
It may play havoc and many lives will be lost
This is just beginning and it may heavily cost
The burning sun may bring complete life to a standstill
Everything will be on flame and we may have no water to fill
All ponds and reservoirs may dry and pose the challenge
It will then be catastrophe and may not remain in our hands to mange
It will be witnessed as worst possible annihilation just less of carnage
Bodies may not find place to float even in drainage
It is worst scenario that is yet to be witnessed later
If rain God displeases altogether fails us to cater
It is matter of great concern and can’t be left for another date
We are already passing through delicate phase and are very late
Let us please the nature in best possible way
Let us not uproot anything and make it stay
No blocking of natural flow of river
Growing of trees in large scale forever
We have enough time to address and come out with the scheme
You need to synchronize with natural resources and its theme
Not to deplete natural sources in disastrous manner
It may prove as deadly blow as if pushed in belly with spanner
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A burning desire
It is burning desire from heart of a lover
He can’t hide it from anybody under some cover
It may come to be known to every one
It may move on smoothly if objected by none
It may remain his exclusive desire to go for it alone
He may want her to remain under his exclusive domain
His main worry is just to keep her by his side
She should remain there and stay permanently beside
He may act unwise and dream in fool’s paradise
He may consider her as things of merchandise
No resistance from her can be tolerated by him at any stage
He may try to remain calm and peacefully manage
He has many dreams to materialize
He builds castle in the air and wants to realize
It can help him to live like king’s size
There is nothing wrong if nothing goes wrong and boat to capsize
It may be strong desire to move hand in hand
She may have to side with him and act as friend
This may possible be the road to an end
Flowers of all kinds with best wishes are daily sent
He would want to her to remain at door steps
She must welcome him try to help
The relaxation can be extended by her kind gesture
The happiness may always be there if she is completely sure
Who will not his companion to remain always in sight?
She will come willingly to the cause whether wrong or right
It will be earnest attempt to walk along in difficult time
The priorities may be different but goal will remain as prime
It is not mad man’s race to go for it and capture
It may develop crack and relations stand to rupture
It needs confidence building with full trust
To win over the hear is condition and must
Let us not remain confined to desires and wait it to come
Everybody may think of it and try to overcome
Sincere trial may be good step and welcome
It is desirable to prove worth of it or try to become
It is not wrong to dream about future course
It has to be based on realities of course
It may not run aground for the want of reality
It has to have complete theme with continuity
It may add to fragrance with good smell
There may be different stories to tell
The desires can be met if everything goes well
It will be surrender not arising out of sale
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A turning gold
I fear of being called old
but in fact turning Gold
astute behavior and approach bold
head of the family and very nice hold
Calmness like sea and brightness like sun
family members would love and make fun
my try to win the race with stick walk run
children may point with small barrel gun
'Grandpa, your time is over'
we will give you cover
your inning should not last
as you are aging very fast
Don't leave us behind
where from we will find?
you are our dad's dad and very kind
we touch your feet as you are soft and mild
It turns me old when somethig I hear
“One time handsome may not remain dear”
He is loosing charm and wrinkles developed
Great show on stage is likedly to be floaped
I feel delighted when hear nice words
There is no fun to think of age and look backward
Any one may go for high jump when fully young
Alas! it is beautiful inning but not going to last long
Who can stop the blowing wind?
Who can clip the bird’s wing?
You may go high in the air
The game is considered to be very fair
It is the test of time that you spread the fragrance
The ability and young age is thing of presence
It may stay as long as you think it is in your reach
The birds may come down to find and search
Where do we find peace and shelter?
Where is our final destginy and cover?
Who will accompany us till the end?
The world has to be made as lovely abode and friend
The sun may shine hard and rain may cause the blow
The vigor and strength may develop cracks and go slow
The speed may slower and ri ver may stop the flow
The eys may loose the sight and face its glow
The wrinkles are sign of wisdom
It truly reflects but speaks seldom
Who knows better what can be spoken off?
World may not realize when to cry and laugh
The river water have calmed down and flow silently
The words too are spoken very nicely and gently
You represent serious figure and act as saintly
The advice too comes easily and instantly
One must, in times to come, must grow old
So many may be following you and come in fold
It is not wrinkles but lines on face
That may speak of marathon race
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Silent March
Love has always ruled human mind
Acted over long horizon very kind
It has provided very hard core
Only strong resolve needed to explore
We have inherited it from seasons
No one troubles anybody without reasons
If you go against nature then you are inviting the wrath
Devastation all over that is including death
To change it is to welcome and dominates the scene
Such attitude has fascinated us and always seen
After all love has been at the central core
Even poorest of poor go for it and adore
It is been seen at every level but with difference
We draw the lesson with different inference
Even animals provide clue as how to tackle life
In crisis we should remain calm and avoid use of knife
Love wins love and hate inflames hate
In no case, hate can reign supreme or relate
It has no edge over love in showing passion
Eyes speak when question of showing compassion arises
No religion has advocated preaching of violence
We should avoid any such occasion hence
Not that world can be won over with complete annihilation
Still void may not be filled and remain burning question
Why world peace has remained still a distant dream?
Why is it that we don’t even reach or it seems?
There remains some distrust and enough of confidence
We need to explore and give love with peace a chance
We have shed enough of blood on name of land and religion
Still it has remained illusion to build stable region
We are unable to worship almighty without fear
Lot more agony, misery, pain and hardship to face and bear
Let us not carry any sign of religion but bear a love torch light
Strong resolve at heart with olive branch and silent march to fight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple Flower
I am simple flower
Blossomed in desert by rainy shower
Noticed by none but fewer
By early riser or nature's lover
I fear that I shall loose charm
People may cause lots of harm
I shall try to hide from cruel eyes
But will that prove worthy try?
'Beauty is in eyes of beholder'
Rightly said by many but nothing concrete to offer
Merely as lips service and loop holes to differ
By pushing divine concept slowly in coffer
Yet I have full faith
With nature and its fresh breath
That comes from morning wind
Where lots of beautiful things are to find
As I said flowers offer unique style
The cruelty may disappear for a while
The hard criminals too may think and feel shame
Why to crush natural beauty and share the blame?
I believe in and go for the observance of nature
That may beautify it and fully assure
The flowers may grown in natural atmosphere
There won't appear any kind of threat frat or fear
I believe and hold flowers in hand
It shall be an endeavor to preserve and to befriend
The message may go across and spare the wrath
Else it may be virtual destruction and amount to a death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A day in field
I was getting wild
But you remained mild
You acted as innocent child
I was to have day in field
I rushed to you
To fall in and get through
Thought it was very true
I did everything to woo
You were so impatient
I was mentally strong but a patient
You response was immediate and instant
We tried to achieve what we hoped for or wanted
All norms forgotten
The idea was ill-gotten
It does not take place often
Even though we take it as fun
The common sense goes off
There is more to enjoy and laugh
Palpitation rise with higher pulse rates
Everything crash at opening gate
Nothing stands on the way
No murmur, no whisper and nothing to say
Eyes all sunk and closed
Full of intoxication and dozed
Who cares for what is happening around?
Morning sun rays may fall on the ground
Cool breeze and air nicely to be found
Silence prevail with no steps to go round
What is next in store?
Pity, guilt or heavy snore
End of heaven and nothing more to explore
Heavy excitement and ignition more
Will it pave the way?
Clear the air with complete say
No more empty feeling but fulfillment
Meting of eyes with no more comments
It is said number of times
Love is like poem with beautiful rhythms
Full of quotes and unquote later
Realization if any may be considered better
The only loss is initiative or charm
The end has been realized with so much harm
There may still be fear of desertion
Lot of anxiety with full of questions
We may wake up to find hard reality
You may have full sense and capability
Still it may raise many eye brows
If it is interrupted with its flow
All blessing are for those
Who are prepared to face and pose?
Nothing matters even if with stiff challenge
Such is the stage to countered with the age
All goes well with all privacy
Then nothing remains as secrecy
Much to converse with increase in frequency
The stage is delicate and considered as fancy
Let all the facts stand ignored
Let all the norms violated and not explored
It is still a quest for finding a true companion
Love is not to be lost for forming union
It is very delicate and hard
Cautiously to move forward
When no support is found
Still it gains momentum around
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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