A woman needs...
What woman really does need in life?
Merely to stay in house as wife
Carry out normal activities throughout
Should know nothing what the life all about!
Suffer throughout the life with uncertainty
Voice muffled and no respect for purity
Used as object and authorized medium for nudity
Abused and shamed on the count of plurality
You can’t have any say or particular choice
Complete observance of silence with no noise
Do they have no right to surge ahead and poise?
Can any one clear their role and help to rise?
Right from the beginning she has all the restrictions to face
She is not encouraged to have active participation in any race
She may be adored in the people’s eyes but is that sufficient?
Is it not the simple excuse or termed it as proper and convenient?
We call our selves as civilized society and belong to liberal land
Still molestation, rape, murder and so on with conniving hands
No honorable treatment or public out cry against atrocity?
For name sake some good work just to show it as publicity
What does she expect from her lover at the first?
Is that simple gesture to accept her in good trust?
Should that remain as mere spoken words with no surety?
It is must and accepted as norms of civilized society
Women needs to be raised to an honorable status
There is nothing like addition or deletion with plus or minus
They have to be there by virtue of their being in whole set up
There should be no other option or any let up
They need reassurance with full commitment
There has to be full fledged action and no comments
It has to be our endeavor to grant them what they fully deserve
Think of a world and its condition if women properly not serve
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Women IV. a prise poem for women
Life without life it's not life
Almost every one will remember
Day and night is cycle of life
Life on its own is not matured
I reiterate well spoken words
Hence its admiral, the day i recognize the significant role of women
Some women can bless the day indeed
with their smiles
with their Assimilate of culture admiral
with high concentration of moral fiber
These are the women of integrity
I talk nothing else but
Women like Nthabiseng Mthethwa
Women like Mapaseka Dlamini
Women like Sebolelo Mokoena
Women like Elsie Moganedi
Look around they are there
To reconstitute norms and Values.
I call them women of integrity
As Harley barley, there are honorable women
Full of high concentration of moral fiber
They adhere to walk the walks
And talk the talks; they are extraordinary in every aspect
Women like Delsile Hlophe
Women like Nonhlanhla Ndlovu
Women like Ellah Ngomane
Women like Whitey Mahlangu
Chronically they remain transparent
I call them honorable women of integrity
Fair remain fair as long as it's fair
There are extraordinary women
They are living in their time
And they are in time with their integrity
They deserve honor as they live it
Perfectionism is not enough
They remain constant and consistent
Women like Mapule Tshabalala
Women like Sara Mahlangu
Women like Selina Madihlaba
They are extraordinary women they deserve their Honor
I fore one applaud them for inherent of their heredity
There are women who are making difference
Printing their footprints
Simplicity remain predictable
They have their own significance
Women like Nomusa Tshangana
Women like Nomsa Masilela
Women like Modiegi Mphake
I call them extraordinary women of integrity
There are superwomen and extraordinary women
Honorable women and women of integrity
They have built their reputation and sustain moral regeneration
They have gained it through their subordinates
I re-institute and reinstate their perfectionism
And their high concentration moral fiber
And they remain significant role players
Women like Nonhalnhla Matshika
Women like Thokozile Moyo
Women like Leisje Templeman
Women like Magrietha slabber
Women like Lisa Mateya
And the list is endless
To all of you, Halala Basadi! ! !
I salute you today
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Don't Garland Me
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No to boquet
Don’t garland me but abuse
Hate, say no and refuse
if you think I did any harm
or was cold and lukewarm
Do you think that I really deserve?
Cold shudder and disrespect in reserve
Will it be fruitful and purpose to serve?
I don’t think it will hold your nerve
what would I choose as middle way?
Complete silence and nothing more to say?
Mere submission with simple gratitude offer
Open friendship call though thoughts simply differ
we must always agree to disagree
Enjoy the bloom and feel so free
How fruits hang on gigantic trees?
Shade to all and refuge to honey bees
I might not have fared so well
It is also possible that I failed to tell
Believe me it was merely a simple gesture
To last long in race for bright future
It was not to deceive but to bond the relation
Simple offering of joy to feel for elevation
You may enjoy its warmth after revelation
Anger may vanish soon as it has no relation
I may not be rewarded for my good gesture
It may cast gloom or shadow on my future
what have I to do to restore the honor?
Not to beg for any thing but act as donor
You will have to act with maturity
Nothing will count with age or seniority
It has to be shown with full wisdom
Out gesture should be for all time and not random
Don’t expect too much or anything in return?
It may be tomorrow for their turn
Hate doesn’t help permanent
One need not offer any comment
I don’t wish that you should go out of way
Your voice remain muffled and nothing to say
There is every reason for you to come forward
Find out the real truth and always look toward
I shall strive very hard to come to the aid
I believe in action and not simply words said
I may be offending them by doing so
It is hard fact but I should lie low
I shall remain calm and not loose the patience
I may preserve it and not write it in sentence
Eyes may not remain calm but speak as mark of loyalty
where is the need to plead and feel guilty?
Tolerance is greatest key to success
Open to all and grants free access
not to bear ill will but feel so proud
Humanity may survive with message so loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We have failed to care
As progressing society we have failed to care
The destitute and left over have no place to go anywhere
They have remained aloof and neglected
As fellow brethren we have never respected
They have expected no better treatment
Not good and sweet words with fine comments
Some caring words might have done miracle
They have no where to go other than their circle
We can blame only social structure
They have no secured future
It has remained so even after many centuries
For them there is no justice from juries
The orphanage receive unwelcome guests
The unwanted souls are left at the gates
Only little cry may invite some attention
This is only holy place for their retention
It is flooded day by day with no proper means
There is no proper care or even good meals
They might have to lead life which is barren
There is no love from any quarter even
What can we do to over come such state?
They can not be left to their fate
It is black spot on our social system
The evil comes out from the stem
Nice slogans are written for children
Their life is full of agony and very barren
What is their future in the hands unknown?
They are messenger of God and as such known
We do realize the shameless position for parents
It may be compulsion or very pressing event
They are put to compulsory shame
Else their might be ill fame with bad name
The state may take over the responsibility
Still it may lack amenities and basic facilities
Nothing may be made available for the paucity of funds
As no bright prospectus or future is seen as refund
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and are looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
The ladies have enough of guts to face it alone
They can withstand any pressure and remain as lone
It may not be to their liking with discomforts
Despite making honest and hard efforts
The onus of ill system is not passed on to others
As result of grave error we always suffer
Even though the opinion may slightly differ
Still as the responsible society we have so much to offer
We may not have enough of choice
The orphan kids may have no say or voice
All kinds of hell prevails and is let loose
They have no better place to go or choose
It is not easy on the part of any human being
To leave the new born in wrapped cloth ring
Not sure of reaching it in the safe hands
Still it is haunting their mind with such trends
Even animal’s care better their new born
They may do everything to save them in turn
They will not leave it to the God’s mercy
We have nothing of this sort an d feel only pity
There is at least some refuge homes for children
They are immediately attended to and taken
Under safe custody for proper care and treatment
It is critical but very proud and honorable movement
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad
Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been
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Fallen In Love
He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi
Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements
Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through
When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free
So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer
It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find
Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?
Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle
It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene
I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Husband's exit
Widow comes in existence with husband's exit
Painful memories to last with shaky feet
Whole life is in dark with no solution in sight
Life becomes burden and nothing goes right
Woman has some satisfaction if husband has gone away
He may return one day even if found another way
Widow is strictly not called with his exit from life
She stands legally as his estranged wife
Widower stage to felt if something is committed in excess
If husband is beating daily and provides no access
Sexual harassment followed by cruel treatment
Husband is buried alive in mind with resentment
It is living hell for woman to accept status of widow
No option is left for her to think of another window
It is dark future and unbelievable forecast for tomorrow
Nothing to think of world but keep quiet and lie low
Woman has tolerance power and world has acknowledged
She has come out of dark and at least without him managed
No one has dared to defy his womanhood for simple reason
That she is symbol of courage and well understood person
If men ever thinks that women can be played around
And desert them at will to be no where found
It is grave mistake and to be taken into count
Without woman it is almost difficult to mount
If woman is encouraged to show some guts
She may prove exceptionally talented figure, but
She has to be equally respected for her weak character
Now at least time has changed for her to show as formidable character
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Woman Thou art Free
To be a woman there are certain characteristics that you embody
That set you apart, ain't nothing like a strong woman with a good heart.
Some say they curse the day God made woman, but only God understand that he created it
for us to see the good and the bad, life for some without a woman is really sad.
The woman was made to feel the pain and the man to work the land.
But in everything God had a plan.
Women have come a long way from the kitchen to the runway.
Women have broken down all barriers,
and have proven to be able to compete at all levels, so much that it marvels.
Women's long battle for equality and right have gotten them to unite.
Their strength and unity have given them the courage to embrace every opportunity
under the social and economical horizon;
they are now prospering over the men in the dozens.
They now take full advantage for all the times they've been denied passage.
Women have become leaders, more than conquerors,
strong educators, powerful motivators and labourers.
Yet women have not forgotten their role in the home, though some are not full-time.
A little independence is not a crime. But still they are able to make the house a home,
put food on the table, keep their lives stable
for at the end of the day, at home is where their hearts will always stay
so we thank God for Women's Day.
International Women's Day 2012
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A kindness with gesture
A person will be know by his own behavior
He will be his own destructor and savior
His turn about may speak well about personality
It may also prove his ability and capability
He can’t become well-known for his fortune
No one may buy his arguments or fall to his tune
There may be many like him in this world
They may enjoy their life but their approach may be very cold
We can give advice to others ob the basis of expertise
People may offer all support and at the same criticize
It is state of art that comes to the person’s rescue
He may have all the fame and name which is due
What do people expect from you as gentleman?
Few kind words and treatment very human
It may raise your status to the highest position
It will also be known as rare combination
What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be in form of blessings or simple murmur?
Words should not simply fall or flow?
If they are spoken with affection then face must also glow
May it be from elders in the form of kiss?
It may also be special offer and gesture from Miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be or prove real bliss?
I shall prefer to remain unknown and live alone
Even if no help comes from any one
I must accept it with full joy from inception
Even if that is offered with some deception
Why then so much noise is created?
Is there not real love which is recreated?
Do we ever sing when some one is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if it is lamented?
How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not looks so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean
Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest
What difference it makes if offered on forehead?
Love and true affection takes place and spread
All sentiments can be expressed and simply read
Fragrance comes out of it and coolness is felt in head
Lovers may take it as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and feel awesome
Wife to husband may seem as emerging gesture
Happy moments may appear with beautiful nature
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Still A Woman
How can one feel good with gender discrimination?
When all sorts of abuses are openly advocated and thrust upon
this assumes greater degree of recognition when it is racially oriented
not a word about atrocity is said or lamented
How do I feel as woman in such matter?
Is it not the global concern or subject matter?
One can come to the conclusion and draw the inference
how many countries still suffer in its presence?
Skin color is their main enemy and source of indignation
People may want their company for sexual relation
Women are considered to be a sex symbol
Even today they have to suffer a lot and face the call
Women can't be raised to dignified level
In many countries they have done exceedingly well
Yet many countries subject them to cruelty and humiliation
They have always faced indignity with existence in question
Time and again it has been warned for their condition
Several laws are in force that causes intimidation
There is lot more yet to be done for their enlistment
Women all over world have strengthened the movement
Nature has given them weak role to play
Even thought they have functioned in peaceful way
Some of the women had to under go male domination
Yet that has not upset the existing relation
Any role for women must lead to their safety
Status and position should be given as per their capacity
We have not liberated them in real sense
Domination has still remained with its essence
How can we play decisive role for their honor?
The most important impediments are cast, creed and color
The race and religion is also not lagging behind
We got to give serious consideration and find
No doubts females can ever be equated with that of males
Yet they have succeeded in many fields and not failed
They have come out with impressive records
We can certainly think about it and look forward
World has yet to recognize their skill and grant equal status
Even though they are coming up fast in our radius
Still more is needed to be done for improving their standard
We have to look beyond and not backward
There is no denying fact that women have suffered in all the ages
We have kept them under captivity and poorly managed
We have done nothing to alleviate their sufferings
Even though they have come up of their own offering
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Well in advance
The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it t once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome
Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?
Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined
No one may want to deliberate
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman
The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble
You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual
We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible
It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last
It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning
You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation
It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to others
They have their own life to look after and bother
So let us take it as challenge
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage
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To live with.....
To, live for while
You need style
For want of honey
You need money
For extra walk
You need to talk
To lead an honorable life
You need very good wife
To run and sustain
You need to maintain
To contain the honey
You need money
You may loose the face
Probably you may loose the race
Nobody in past was able to trace
To get rid of hate you need to embrace
You need not loose identity
Not to go for any enmity
Remember and try always for amity
Money may simply be utility
Have we to cut man for material
Can any one go for its denial?
Is there any way for remedial action
We simple surrender without any reaction
Money is God and God money
Money is success and only key
Its power is felt and realized
Might with it is always symbolized
Life can’t move an inch
Its absence is felt with pinch
You are merely living being
With money you are king
To have it or not to have
It is nice always to behave
Money to play dominant role
Play noble part with responsibility as sole
Nothing moves ahead without money power
Good name and respect earned by fewer
It is not easy to say money is nothing
In today’s life it is all and everything
No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool
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To live for while
To, live for while
You need style
For want of honey
You need money
For extra walk
You need to talk
To lead an honorable life
You need very good wife
To run and sustain
You need to maintain
To contain the honey
You need money
You may loose the face
Probably you may loose the race
Nobody in past was able to trace
To get rid of hate you need to embrace
You need not loose identity
Not to go for any enmity
Remember and try always for amity
Money may simply be utility
Have we to cut man for material
Can any one go for its denial?
Is there any way for remedial action
We simple surrender without any reaction
Money is God and God money
Money is success and only key
Its power is felt and realized
Might with it is always symbolized
Life can’t move an inch
Its absence is felt with pinch
You are merely living being
With money you are king
To have it or not to have
It is nice always to behave
Money to play dominant role
Play noble part with responsibility as sole
Nothing moves ahead without money power
Good name and respect earned by fewer
It is not easy to say money is nothing
In today’s life it is all and everything
No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool
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A special one
What she has as so much special?
Always happy with joy very real
Nothing to accept in nature as racial
No displeasure at all to conceal
This is how I rated my special woman
She was very much loved by me as man
What did she expect from me in turn?
Was it not important for me to return?
Well in this regard less said is better
It is not at all controversial matter
It has been settled and considered as sacred norm
Both may stay together and wither the storm
She has the duty of taking family as further
It can be adding of new members’ altogether
She has special position in family as good wife
Time can be passed easily in life
She may remain faithful all the way
She has her way and all attention to pay
It may be demeaning if we fail to recognize
All her contribution stands good in our eyes
The world might have gone other way round
If we had not the way legitimately found
Nuptial knot is such glaring example of relation
It is nice way of finding the elevation
Everybody has some special role to play
No one can drag the feet and go away
It has some obligations and restrictions
The life story an not be equated with fictions
The wife stands on top of the ladder
We pounce upon her and act as invader
She is not the medium for only lust
We got to pay enough respect and it is must
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A hold me well
You may have many desires
You may come and admire
You have all way you can
You may prove as my man
To love me you got to perform
You should be fully prepared and informed
You can be hot the sun or like quiet poet
The stage is ready and quietly set
I can’t think of unreasonable man
He should be desirous of having good woman
I can’t think of staying as mere slave
He should prove and nicely behave
Neither have I had instrument to test his sincerity
Nor any brilliance to prove his ability
I shall think of only proven integrity
If I fail in it then it will be great pity
Many women may be falling to falsehood
They might have experienced it in neighborhood
It is natural to gain boyhood or womanhood
It must be met with and fully understood
What do I think of complete man?
He must take me to whatever position he can?
Once I have fallen with him to go ahead
He may have full freedom to lead
I had dreamed of hot blazing sun
In his light I wanted to have easy run
In his warmth I could feel quite fun
H should have been there as only one
Did I not deserve or expect a partner?
Who can care of me as very good Gardner?
I should have full freedom to blossom
He may come and hold me in full wisdom
The ideal person as he may be
I shall be in no dilemma and very free
He will be my idol and right man
I shall remain his better half and lovely fan
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Divine Blessings
Not all people have divine blessing
Especially men certainly find it missing
There are two painful stages not all have to face
Death and pregnancy is certain for women in all the cases
Men face only death pain but may not be able to reveal
Pregnancy is not his prerogative to face and conceal
The woman undergoes both the pain and faces it in real
Fate in both the cases is dangerous and luck is going to seal
So we accord special status to women folk
They are appreciated and always centre of the talk
If you go for any selective words to praise
I think no words may substitute her divine status
How come all prophets and messiahs chose her womb as refuge?
Took shelter for nine months and gave status so huge
This is how women are adored and placed at the top
Even though atrocities and crime against her don’t stop
See the woman in her final stage of pregnancy
When new born is likely to visit beautiful earth with blessings from almighty
What a shine on her face with complete satisfaction!
As if whole of the universe at her feet and gives such an indication
I would bow my head in recognition for her sacrifice
It is her dedication and commitment to fulfill the promises
That world may remain always grateful to her surrender
Even though her counterpart man has proved as offender
God had power and prerogative to give new lease of life
But woman has super power to provide space as wife
Whole world is really indebted to her for special position
At every stage she is dominant with no mark of any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good To Know
Good to know
It is good to know all
Acquaint nicely and pay a call
Accept or reject by simple choice
Never fool a person with false promises
World is full of different people
Some extend help and others create trouble
Yet we accept them as mere compulsion
There is full knowledge but we raise no question
It is equally good to love everybody
But that should not be the botheration for anybody
If they poke unnecessarily and interfere
They should be told frankly without fear
In doing so you may avoid the company of few
Pay scant respect and never accept their views
In normal dealing that may stand good
The difference or choice is clearly understood
We may be feeling uneasy with lot many of them
We have no means to tackle but receive unnecessary blame
Such people cause irritation in mind
We go all out to shut the door and wish never to find
Some are irrational and few may be really concerned
They may come to rescue when really cornered
Any assistance, that may be needed, is sincerely offered
It is nice to reciprocate in a manner even if opinion is differed
We will have to choose the people of lesser evils
Some may try to over impose and try to grill
Yet human mind is such that you can't avoid
We have to meet the challenge and fill the void
We may want to disregard someone but can't do
The situation may force us to reason and pass through
That may create irritation but serve the purpose
In that case we must know the human art and put in use
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dream - Refugee-free Civil Society
Refugee is some one who was
REFUsed the right to reside further
In the land to which he belongs
Got Evicted and guardedly placed
Elsewhere
When a new system of governance
Comes in replacing an existing one
This issue arises
War and one of its attendant social issues
Is managing refugees
A civilized society
Cannot claim it to be so
If it has in its midst
A number of refugees
And an exclusive camp where refugees stay
It is scar on the entire human race
Which, at present, is the highly civilized
And is always on the path of development
With so many facilities
Adding up each second that passes
The condition of a refugee
Is far beyond the description
Of being pathetic
They do not have a place to stay
Leave alone the house
And the homely environment
Some of them had a great living
Before getting evicted
Leaving back in their home land
Properties much beyond the reach of many
In the land where they are “settled”
For no fault of theirs
But simply because of the
Clash of two warring segments
Who constitute only a miniscule
Of the entire people in trouble
No future in sight
No present in hand
Only a painful past
Haunting them all through
It is hard to believe
That some camps run for decades
Do they not deserve
The normal living others
Both in their ex-land and in their entry-land
Are enjoying
It is a shame
On the organized living
And no development means any thing
To the human race
As long we have a refugee
In our midst
They need emotional, economical
And the other social support
If you really feel
They are also human beings
It is a wonder
That in natural systems
There is no living thing
Which suffers this refugee stamp
Will there be a day
When we will have a refugee-free
Civil Society
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Women In Islam
How do women fit into islam? What is their fate?
This has been the subject of many a debate
‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’
this is from surah al azaab, the words of our Lord
it can be seen from reading the holy Quran
that a woman has some privilege over a man
praying is exempted during menstruation
here islam gives women consideration
a woman after marriage becomes a wife
for nine long months she carries new life
during childbirth she is exempted to fast
islam is against the burying of girls in the past
they can pray at the mosque or even at home
they may marry or divorce, its their choice, their own
after marriage she can retain her old maiden name
and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same
once they are married they should live pious lives
‘and the best men are those who are best to their wives’
islam shows equality my sisters and brothers
don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers
women in the UK had property rights from 1938
this right was given by islam,14 centuries to date
in the UK, women could vote from 1918
this was stated 1400 years ago in islam our deen
women can work and lead a happily married life
but shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife
a woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit
islam also gives a woman the right to inherit
a woman’s status in islam, we should never neglect
in islam they are favoured and deserve their respect
poem by Readnow 1978
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