A simple journey
There was absolutely no movement in his body
He was resting on ground motionless like anybody
It looked as if one simple object was lying?
All thought he was dead or was dieing
These are the saddest moments in the life
It is easy to walk on the edge of knife
But difficult to survive in the real show
All difficulties surround and blow
The dead person might have not thought an early end
He may not have foes but so many friends
It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near
He may be living in confidence without any fear
Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely
He believed in life to be spent very smoothly
It was his life style that made him very frank
He lived merrily, toasted others and drank
We miss the bus at an appointed hour
The cloak may end clicking and it is over
No one may take notice and prepare for departure
His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future
He may be buried with full honor
He mat well be praised as good donor
What had he earned in his entire stay?
Honorable life with ordinary stay
We only carry the blessings and good will
Memory will not fade away and remain still
Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind
There won’t be left any remains to find
Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being
The destiny is same for ordinary man or king
People may remember what and how you lived?
It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed
Let dead remain buried under the ground
Little air blow may create lovely sound
Only peace may there and nothing else to be found
What impression do you gather when you go round?
Long lull may prevail when you depart?
It may be beginning of a new start
Who knows what will be the next move?
One has to act fast and ultimately prove
Only good work may be remembered for a long
Nobody may accompany you or come along
You may be all the way certainly right or wrong
Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs
It is relentless struggle and may go on
It has to be covered and spent of our own
You may either create for self a big name
Or condemned as a curse or shame
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Life Is Beautiful
Life itself is beautiful
Sorrowful and successful too
Prove yourself true
It may pave the way to go through
You have to take life journey alone
Some of the troubles may come as cyclone
Hit the peaceful life and create the disorder
What shall we do then to bring it in order?
Just witness its original color?
Feel and think whether it is the same you asked for?
If not to your expectation level
Then some struggle has to be made to work out well
Nothing comes out as easy as it is understood
Some of the plans may not work out as good
Life may threaten at every turn
No distinct possibility may be seen for its peaceful return
It is rightfully said about how the journey is to be taken?
Let there be initial losses but not to be felt shaken
If there are no ups and down in the life stages
We shall never know how it is to be managed
As river gets mad when its water remain in spate
Same is the case with human being when comes to state
No outlet is found for smooth flow of its stream
Man finds it easy to find solution in the dream
Of course it is supposed to be ambition of life time
To few people it may prove lucky sometimes
But most of the people are striking aimless
Life turns out to be sore and changes are seen on the ace
So it is insisted right from the beginning
The life must be exposed to reality for innings
You are master of your own destiny
Each stoke is blessed by the almighty
Nobody knows what may be the outcome
But leave it for future course to welcome
If the beginning is good and with sincerity
You may shine as successful person with best quality
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Efforts Still
One, two and three
You will never be free
Go on counting and accumulate
Nothing more will remain to relate
Life may end fast
No time for you to choose and last
Rests of all will lye here for some one
No one shall care for your dead body even
It may be taken fast out
So many things will be left to talk about
Personal memory may remain in people's mind
Soon to test its worth from praise to find
No one may say bad words about departed person
But many may remember his noble work with reasons
His ashes may carry no value for world
But to some yes it may be warm feelings and not cold
Look at worthiness of human life
Even though it is sharp like knife
Not all may earn good will
Yet you got to make efforts still
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An uncommon will
I feared the death through assassin’s bullet
I too was aware that people may soon forget
I thought to make my wish open in public
I was strongly in opposition to turn into relic
I wished to be buried under the grave
I am weak but still very brave
What I miss and what I have?
I want to return everything they gave
I was down to earth and remained among them
They praised at every time like gem
How can I forget their love and affection?
They remained calm an d at peace without any reaction
What is my contribution to their cause?
Absolutely nothing except their feeling to rouse
Trim them to face any eventuality in crisis
This was the only reason and basis
I was loved by them as next to incarnation
What was so unique in me for such observation?
As it happens in all the cases, it was just trust
It was to be reciprocated and was essentially must
I am not any dignitary or heavenly placed person
There can be many or unseen reasons
What actually seen was their undisputed affection?
I had nothing to do with my logic or action
Now a days that cares for departed soul?
Many heads parish in oblivion and role
No one takes slight notice or note of it
You must think and take decision when you are fit
I am ordinary human being surrounded by mere facts
I have no special quality or worthwhile tact
It was all alone a single asset and reserve
People thought I was the person to deserve
I never wished my ashes to be immersed in holy rivers
Many had thought it to happen with strong fervor
I wished them all success in life but refused to create even cemetery
Why all big people or dignitaries preferred running commentary?
Many advocated my ashes to be thrown from mid air to ground
Some strong attachment was believed to be found
It was believed that by doing so I shall remain close to soil
The sentiment was running high and continued to boil
I was dead against the cheap gimmick and advocated for simple burial
They had special affection and love and that can’t result into denial
How can one play with the popular sentiments and cash on popular wave
I had everything what any body could dream and have
It shall remain as permanent history
I never wanted it to be shrouded in mystery
What could be traced later on as cherished memory?
When I look back from heaven, I should not feel even slight sorry?
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All so beautiful
The eyes were closed at the time of demise
she was laid on the ground with broken promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure came all of sudden with full of surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
All eyes are sobbing at the time of demise
he has broken the the promises
she is leaving behind all the friends
as the scene was taken over by tragic end
She will have no more sunrise
the death has taken over her by surprise
the wife played beautiful role in life
though it proved to be an edge of knife
her eyes were so beautiful and attractive
she her self was very active
she proved to be a true to self
she was as deep as sea shelf
The is beautify is lying underneath the mind
you must have deep sens to find
it is woman who is always kind
her positive role is always declined
she was never hostile
and made the life worthwhile
she remained cool and quiet
and did not attempt the course to set
in married life the Love is to be keenly watched
you have enough time for Legs to be stretched
all sort of mistakes but still not to be caught
Wisdom to prevail and company to be sought
I thought she was intelligent and beautiful
she took care not to be seen as unwise and deceitful
It was her earnest attempt to remain faithful
dedicated to all and simply truthful
If you are wise enough to notice
then it may appeal and sound so nice
there is no room for any quarrel
the bond seemed to be perfect and real
Though the real life is full of hurdles and stormy
it may create many foes and enemy
you will be forced to sail in rough sea
no one may be there to listen to your plea
All passed before eyes as trailer
we all seemed like ordinary travelers
it is seen as temporary refuge
no one can deny the truth or refuse
Still the past remains as memorable phase
it wont be possible immediately to erase
whole life may be spent for goal to chase
the efforts may consolidate the base
when times comes for relaxation
you are gripped with tension
you face the ill health with less mobility
there is sharp fall in good quality
Both the partners try to be honest
serve the family to the best
the end may sadden the whole atmosphere
one tends to shale with disbelief and fear
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
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Some years ago
He was so close and dear
We were secured and had no fear
He would stand by us in any crisis
He did not lay any wrong emphasis
We were not long in married life
I had all the satisfaction as his wife
It was an honor to be his companion
He was altogether different and believed in reunion
He would never encourage sad narration
He would jump with little excitation
This was his way of living and enjoyment
It was really a happy and joyous moment
He would many a times tell about sad plight
What would happen to us if had to leave us for heavenly flight?
He was passing warning in unusual way
Even though he never encouraged to stay away
He smilingly some time air the worst fears
He may jokingly say to get prepared for it to bear
I would thrash him for being so rude
He would keep quite and make no prelude
I had some premonition when he was becoming frank
He may never go out of control even if he had drank
It was self admission of some far reaching signals
As if he was waiting for some bad news arrivals
He left us some years ago
It was unbearable and not easy go
I have tried to forget it number of times
I have failed miserably and curse it sometimes
The enchantment of his smile has no end...
Amidst miss and amiss
Little pain with long tease
Yet not that painful but force me to smile
With passing of each moment of joy
I hardly take care to enjoy
Yet he is found in every object
I gladly go for it as how could I reject?
I see each flower with different color
Fascinated by fragrance and lovely odor
It may be the original quality of delicate object
I laugh at them with only remembrance of him to act
He is not far away from us as we are emotionally attached
He did everything possible for us so not to remain detached
I go past all the memory to remember him in even smallest thing
I am happy to find him even in the bee’s colorful wing
Whole of world is so colorful and he was inseparable part
I have missed him from the day one as he was forced to depart
Yet I go by the omni saying of life’s philosophy
Let him stay wherever he is in the hands of almighty
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A way of living
The life can't be taken easily
It must be lived and led happily
It is full of enterprises and adventure
We can make it fully secure
We can mould it in many ways
For longer period it will not stay
We have to take precaution and care
Otherwise it will lead us no where
The black clouds will not remain for long
It may prove us sometimes wrong
We are not alone In this universe
We should not lament or shed the tears
The problems may not be of permanent nature
We must fight it out and make everything sure
The way must be cleared before it goes out of hand
The approach should be positive along with trend
As the dark shadow gets longer in the evening
The next day may witness bright morning
The pain and agony in due course may disappear
You need not worry or live under fear
We have nothing permanent at stake
On some of our methods, we need to apply brake
Life is not simple cake walk
Our Acton must speak louder than the talk
It may turn tide in seconds
The water may dry up in ponds
You may be watching it helplessly
So make it worth while and don't spend it aimlessly
One has to act sensible and wise
It must be full of enthusiasm and promise
There has to be made some cut on the ice
Then life will be worthwhile and look very nice
Everybody may desert you at the end
Even friends may not remain as friend
You will wondering with lots of confusion
You may come out of with your wisdom and vision
Do something worthwhile and meaningful
We have come here not to act as fool
Then there won't be any difference between us and animal
You will face lots of humiliation and dismissals
The sand can't retain foot prints for long
The short term planning may prove wrong
You will get no more hints or warning
You only have to have good beginning
There may be no use crying over split milk
You should differentiate between cotton and silk
You aptness in handling may prove blessings In disguise
You should see the ship is at mid sea and cruise
Life still remains adventurous and full of charm
There is absolutely smooth sailing with no harm
It is to be lived with spirit and full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for withdrawal or any type of passim
Try to Love and live with all moments
It needs no arguments or comments
One has to make it worth while and beautiful
It is powerful medium or tool
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Body was flown
His body was flown by special plane
People flocked the streets and occupied the lane
Both the sides were full of children and ladies
What a great and honorable death if someone dies!
We observe countless road accident deaths
The vehicle owner or driver faces the people’s wrath
It will be suicidal to remain present on the scene
The irate mob will lynch or create ugly scene not to be seen
The death is such probability that can not be discounted by anyone
It may come at destined time even though may not be liked by someone
It may be highlighted more if life is laid down for noble cause
It has remained always on high note as of now and it was
It was put to us that he had preferred frontal attack
He was fired form all the sides and back
There was no time to signal the warning
He had no option but to open the firing
As the fate would have it and he felled to bullet
But he did not allow enemy to advance or let
He single handedly bore the brunt
Enemy could not get what they wanted from hunt
We had considered him useless when was among us
He was naughty and we did not believe or trust
For going out of village was essential and must
He did not want to live in dishonor or feel to disgust
The person chooses his own carrier
He may prefer to be lover or warrior
He is reminded of responsibility when see in mirror
Even though he might have felt it as grave error
So when the news was spread for her sacrifice
All persons left their place of work or office
They rushed to see the martyr’s body
Even though he was not liked previously by anybody
It is not the person but his work is appreciated
His life time achievement is praised and equated
He might have lived with in his ordinary style
But it was not the occasion to forget it for a while
Anywhere in the world the words are always dedicated
The willingness to go for help is readily indicated
No one may show disrespect to whatever he had done
The past may not be remembered and considered as by gone
I remembered him being frank and honest
He was always blunt in doing at his best
Today once he is no more among
I fear something might have definitely gone wrong
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A school life
The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration
There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays
The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school
It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways
There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well
The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone
The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set
It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane
It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife
They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles
As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find
It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own
Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner
The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs
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A life is mission
Life is supposed to be like open page
Any one can visit and read without any rage
You may have disliking for person and hate
It is all coming when he is no more and you are late
We may not know about a person
We may also criticize him without any reason
He may have nothing to do with us at all
Still we term him as liar and call
You can’t please each and every one
It is not possible to neglect everyone
You will have to cooperate and mix with them
They may have then no chance for you to frame
They may inflict heavy wounds
It may not please us but looks very sound
You can’t find end as earth is round
This is real truth and must be found
We write our own history
Even though we might have lived in misery
We pay respect even to our adversary
There is no use to follow it unnecessary
Life can be made as transparent as possible
We must realize it and make admissible
Nothing can go against us as it is fact
We must fall in line and don’t react
Life may move on endlessly and not cease
We should live it peacefully and remain at ease
It must be faced bravely with all its implications
There may still be fall out with indication
We can write on sand soon to be swept away
Nothing will remain as it will give away the way
Sand storm may try to reach the sky
You imagine the consequences and don’t ask why
Sand may shape in form of rising demon
Assume different shapes to omit the venom
It may try to catch but succeed seldom
Such occurrences are rare and random
A person can rise from the grave and question
All his Good work may not have found any mention
It may still be sworn on his good name
Flowers and bouquets to adore the fame
Life time work may help not all but few
Cool breeze may disappear along with dews
New life with good mission may take place
Life will become busy with another good race
People may take birth and vanish
They may depart without its finish
Still there may be wider scope for its realization
This is how there may be emergence of good civilization
Work may go on and speak of volumes
Body may be cremated or soil may consume
We should remain positive and role must be assumed
Time should be saved and not consumed
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Congratulation
I must whole heartedly congratulate
A loving tribute to octogenarian and relate
How life might have given him sleepless nights?
To spend the entire life at ease with resolve to fight
I love his one remark about country
A beautiful land bestowed on us by almighty
Motherland must be felt as matter of pride by all of us
Let us strengthen his belief with all the trust
Let the destiny day come as sense of fulfillment
Let our soul feel at that time as proudest moment
We have lived with diverse culture and affinity
A rarest thing ever found in world history
It is rare gesture to a person
Who has spent entire life with noble reasons?
He could rest and spend time easily
Yet he offered to the services of literature readily
Let us all wish him great success
Good health and wealth with easy access
It may provide him means to live
Life to be enjoyed and relived
Life is to be lived at full length
Not in number but with achievement and strength
He has done it with extra ordinary zeal
I wish him all the success in life real
We may pick some threads
Take a lesson and like to lead
More to learn and more to read
From life itself before we are no more or dead
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Enough of liberty
I have taken enough of liberty
Even though I was always blessed by almighty
I could trust little less and worry more
Life was proving difficult therefore
We always term life as precious
But do nothing to move in one direction continuous
Create doubts and leave the efforts in between
Such an apathy is not understood or seen
When you trust Him and surrender?
You have no other choice than to wonder
He is in every living or non living object
Taking whole responsibility for any for the acts
We are living on borrowed space
We have only identity as dark face
It is as blank as any other object
People may love it or simply reject
We have evil mind to wonder
Force us unnecessarily to think over and ponder
When it is known that life is like bubble?
Why life should be made mystery or puzzle?
If we take the body as simple medium or symbol
There should be no difficulty in scaling the wall
There will definitely be the solution on other side
You got to believe Him and positively decide
There is no let up from His side if you have honesty
Every step should be taken in anticipation and not as hasty
Even if result remains unknown for some reasons
You have every reason to feel elated as happy person
There is no count down or dead line
Carry on so long you feel o.k. and fine
No one on earth can help if you are running out of favor
But still take on it as lovely moment with honor
No one knows the exact reason for our continuity
It is useless to point out or term it as futility
Life has every message in it to read and follow
If tide is not in your favor the n prefer to lie low
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A worth to live
Life is worth living if there is adventure
It is lovely and nice if you see future
There has to be some means and ways
The days can be passed with some hope trays
If not today, tomorrow will be bright
After dark shadow there may emrge light
Nothing remains permanent and may disappear
Life should be spent without any fear
No one has permanaent stake
You need to apply some brake
It may turn soar and not prove as sweet cake
It must be made simple and not presented as fake
It may not cut much ice
It has to be very nice
Make it live with full of promises
You got to act sensible and wise
Nothing may change at the end
Friend may not remain as friend
It is same as we see today
You may be lost on the way
Leave behind memorable feet prints
This not advice or any hint
It may be blown over in due course
The is still wroth living wihout any remorse
There is mission with definite message
You will have to clear the passage
Nothing should hinder your progress
Try to be friendly with full access
Life still remains full of charm
There is absolutely no harm
It is to be lived with full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for any type of passism
Love to live and enjoy the moments
It hardly needs explanation or comments
One has to make it simply beautiful
Only joy and enjoyment should be full
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Sad demises
We egret the demise of close and near ones
Miss their greatness and pardonable acts
Never bothering about unkind gestures
Forgiveness for all in their whole tenure
When father departed, we lost shelter
we were make to run helter scalier
there after we could regain the lost credence,
We definitely lacked the confidence
He did held supreme and pivotal position,
Hardship if any was out of question,
No one dared to point out at us or raise finger,
He never allowed the issue to linger,
I could recover some ground when lost mother
It was big jolt and blows yet another
She stood for all sources of courage and solace
We lived we in small house but felt in palace,
When all departed then I was left with only sister,
All hunt started to find for her a mister,
Mother always worried to find a good match,
Efforts were made many but couldn’t catch,
We always found mother in her,
Same affection love and good care
She handled it well with age maturity
Ladies are gifted with such nice quality
Such is life cycle which never stops,
Situation can be handled when it crops
Rain water may hit ground in form of drops,
Everybody may try to improve when show flops
Whether it is death, birth or rise and fall,
it should, be called as nature’s call
They are inevitable and must be accepted
It is God’s wish and must be respected
We should not loose faith or trust,
Wheels of life must move with vigor and thrust
Life has to be made lovely and beautiful
It must be lived with purpose and be successful
We may be grown like complete tree
All our children may feel secure and free
We may be able to give them what they desire
Our role may be then appreciated and admired
It is noble inheritance and we must treasure
Life should not be termed hard or can be measured
It has to be our efforts to remain fully assured
Live life king size with immense pleasure
Time may come you may also prepare to depart
You may have no time to offer or impart
You may think life was lost from the start
You got to believe it is pure an d simple form of art
Life will be still full of surprises
It may compel you to make more promises
Life will not end with demise of any one
It is cycle that may repeat with every one
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Good Bye
It is time to say good bye,
amidst small gathering and cry,
Soul to depart from body and fly,
No one knows where and why?
Always stayed among kith and kin
Struggled hard though not very keen
So much load on solder as it had always been
So many odds against but clear path seen
Kept all flocks under shed and together
Waging a struggle and not thought to bother
Continued to strive very hard and survived
Explored all possible means and revived
Lived life to the extent possible,
Made it easy though looked impossible,
Discharged obligations to the last end,
Sensed eternal signals which were send,
Many things were done and remained undone,
Received acclaim from friends as well done,
Considered life as meaningful and good mission,
No doubts ever occurred as matter of question
Will my work remain not to be in time finished?
Chances are not bright and seems to be diminished
though life remained fulfilled and has no regret,
it’s time to sleep peacefully and rest to forget,
Will my living not be exemplary and remembered?
Ideas may soon be forgotten and pushed in corner
This may take place or happen later or sooner,
It is a lesson for the learner or beginner
I may have not lived up to the expectations,
May have many emissions and omissions,
Might have not yielded to the submissions,
But always have resisted the temptations
Ambition and desire may remain always a concern
Attempt to disassociate will be a lesson to learn
Sun always shined and brought ray of hope,
Descending was easy even in high slopes
it gives enough joy And contentment
Life seems to be a mission for fulfillment
Might have faced rough weather sometimes
Everybody in life faces good or bad times
Eyes are filled with joy and unhappiness
When you became familiar with closeness
It was happy union but soon to come to an end
You had to leave everybody including friends
It is not easy to forget log association
Either in service, circle or with family
Sometimes we might have acted silly
But it would have been atmosphere homely
It is tearful and sad departure
You may feel end in near future
It is simple law of nature
Just get top of it and be sure
Final journey to bid farewell and bye,
Not enough time to say even lie,
Permanent position to find and go,
Leaving behind memories and forgo
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A death not menace
You were business tycoons
Your empire was at the height shined in noon
It was associated with pride
It was open fact and was nothing to hide
As an individual you had thrown complete weight
You had lion’s share to take it to its height
Nobody could do it as you did
You had provided great impetus and lead
What else you needed in life at later stage
The years were passing off to touch the age
You did your level best to build the empire
No one could ignore you to admire
You were best as good administrator but no humanist
You did all to make it success and insisted
It was brilliant show put up ever by anybody
You were not careful for your existence and body
It has taken heavy toll and now you regret your life
Thought it was tough and like double edged of knife
You sailed through smoothly with all the odds against
You excelled in all the climate and served as best
You failed to realize that human body has some restrictions
It can work full time with innumerable instructions
If need be many nights can be spent on the spot
It is done only to speak about your ability a lot
When person is established fully in establishment
He needs to change and live in different environment
All hectic movements can be brought to some shift
It must be done smoothly without creating a rift
You miss the opportunity and it will prove a hell
Nothing may move positively and sound well
It is your down fall and sun is heading for decline
You can’t run for everything with all the inclination
The near ones may desert as you are proving failure
They have nothing to gain from you for sure
You were utilized at maximum level
You have nothing more to excel
You are in dilemma over your near end
You have created foes and no new friends
It was only great empire and nothing else
You lived under set pattern which has proved false
Before you could find cover
It has taken you over
You had no time left with to decide
You were on ground and simple tied
In few minutes time you will be consigned to flames
Not all people are to be cursed or blamed
It has come at the right time and at place
You had lost all the opportunities and race
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In any age
In any age, cart load you can carry
If heart is strong enough to remain merry
There is no string attached with condition
It needs no power too for ignition
Lots of old people carry on with smile
Their life is still full of vigor and style
No one can say that charm is over
Couple walks hands in hand with full cover
Sun may be moving fast to set
Yet life is not all that about to be late
It may take its due course to act
But life is certainly a reality and fact
Blow on and move with all your strength
It can be made beautiful with good wave length
It is lovely to hear nature's call in morning
With mild sun rays shine in the late evening
Sea has all power but remains calm
Raises alarm with waves but cause no harm!
What is with us to loose in turn?
It is only happiness to retain in return
There is no more physical death when you feel young
Everybody dies here and remains unsung
Yet things can be felt better in last days
As new and novel method has found its way
Why any illness must come and take over?
When heart is at its full boom with cover?
Happy to feel at one end and make others same as well
Life has all its glory to feel and tell
you may have it all with strong mind
Worries are not taken care of and left behind
We are human being and can not remain complacent or blind
Life is to be lived full length with its own kind
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Control Emotions
I could vividly remember their presence around cot
The doctor was hurriedly called or brought
I sensed some checks were going on body
Surely they were hands of experts or somebody
I was not sweating yet felt some water drops on face
Daughter was unable to control emotions in this case
Time was running out and she had to take decision
In few hours from now I shall be no more as living person
I gathered the strength and tried to murmur
It was difficult to speak but tried to utter
She leaned over my head and landed an ear
It seemed as if I was away since many years
“You are intelligent girl and can think of future”
“Don’t get perturbed over my departure”
I was loosing pulse yet spoke few more words
“Just push ahead and never look backward
“Miss me not” for work has not been left unfinished
Any living being has to go and stand perished
Whoever has come on earth may have to depart
This is philosophy of life and inseparable part
She was loosing control with emotions
What else was to be picked up as lessons?
Gain the strength and steadily walk one the rope
I had advised her not to loose hope
This is how life is to be spend and carried on
If stay undecided then most of the life might be gone
Something good has to be picked up and followed
Emotion and attachment are not to take over or allowed
Death is certain and in knowledge of everybody
Heaven may accept soul leaving behind the body
The mortals may be consigned to flames to merge with earth
The mission was accomplished as life was lived after birth
The relatives and children may lament the demise
As life was spent with struggle and lots of promises
I tried to close the eyes for eternal sleep
But won’t know when I may sleep in coma very deep
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A place anywhere
Finally you got to settle somewhere
Yu have no place to go anywhere
One can think of resting there
It is wonderful place with no fears
Whatever may be your deeds?
Whatever may be your greed?
You may have no worry to feed
You are taken away and freed
People wish heaven for you
I don’t know how far it is true?
Why do we pray for peace in heaven?
He has done nothing at all good even
We touch the feet and seek the blessings
There is something moral like missing
We were all the time at loggerheads
He used to be dreaded and we were afraid
It is not satisfaction at al for his departure
We don’t heave a sigh of relief for future
He could do worst all in his tenure
We feared so much and were unsure
We still lay a wreath
That is last respect to death
You may be buried deep in the ground
The final peace is lastly found
It is burial ground
Complete peace and absolutely no sound
No one goes there for any round
Occasional offerings and flowers to be found
No one may wish to come here
Still it has to somewhere near
The journey may soon be taken
Even if your belief is shaken
It has to be borne in mind
You got to and will have to find
The journey may end soon
You will be brought here in night or noon
Wish all a happy good bye
You have now nothing left to buy
You may not see them in times to come
You place is fixed with rousing welcome
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A time and wounds
Time and wounds heal with passage
This is important and very good message
We can run the life the smoothly and manage
This wisdom can come only with the age
Life is not smooth journey
It has to be spent with good company
Family and friends may stand by and accompany
it may pass of peacefully and smoothly
we have witnessed many ups and down
little set back make us upset and frown
Generally we tend to take it as challenge
We extract some benefit and mileage
We die and survive each moment
There is constant improvement and movement
We seek good passage one after another
Many times we escape unhurt by flicker
Life is to be considered as passing phase
It must be lead with curiosity and at ease
If it is spent in luxury then we may not know
Many challenges even if given or thrown
The long struggle has worn us out
We may be phasing compete rout
We will find no way coming through
This is test of time and very true
I would still appreciate and stand
For putting brave front and keeping the trend
As life is just beginning and not the end
There is always scope for improvement or to mend
There has to be clear emphasis
This must for very good basis
The time may emerge with thin phase
We must be aware and ready to win the race
You may sail through and reach the shore
You must have forsight and vision to explore
You must have appetite for more and more
This is how life is to be understood and stand for
You must have clear goal and ideal
It should be looked upon as real
There is no alternative or short cut
Best efforts have to be put
The river path is not created I a day
It has taken very long way
She might have dried out before reaching
Still she has not left the path for searching
You may face hurdles or road blocks
The path may develop several cracks
It may look also hazardous and dangerous
It may be countless or numerous
Let it be taken as prime responsibility
We have sense and full ability
It has to be with some purpose and aim
We may be then in position to claim
So let us find some solution
Think surely and pass the resolution
That may ultimately prevail at the end
The world may be liked by us as friend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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