About beautiful life
As a boy I had dreamt about beautiful life
Standing by beautiful figure like a glass doll as wife
I had no idea about what wife may stand for future
But definitely it was apparently a dream for sure
Some of the stages represent pure innocence
Some of the acts may speak sheer value of nonsense
Yet that is defined as one of the finest stage
Likely to stay for a while and disappear with the age
In childhood my smile might have been liked by many
I was loved by all members including granny
Mother used to call me diamond of the eye
When I used to demand with full cry
I saw some charm in mother's smile
I wondered about the female character and its style
How elegantly they moved despite all hardships!
Was she the lone sailor sailing through rough sea on ship?
So when I see any woman smiling with free style
I clearly see some reflection and get lost meanwhile
I may sink in dream and visualize some figure in mind
A lovely and beautiful smiling face in memory to find
Was it going to be substitute for caring mother in her life span?
Or was it just routine to come up with age as natural plan
I was rushing toward youth and little mustache had appeared
Everybody knew about gradual change and doubts were cleared
I was now looked with some hope for their future
Nice hierarchy to be followed and continued for sure
I was given enough of liberty to choose the partner
That moment is now going to be reality in days or after
I was woken up by a sweet voice
Beautiful melody with pin dropp peace
She extended hand with lots of promises
Any man would love to sink with such miss
I look back and see all those trailers
Where I was put on horse as riders
I was taken in procession with much fun fare
A journey to be taken but leading no where
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Dream
i saw a dream
with flowers in the garden
with the breeze in a sudden
with the birds singing
with the bees beeeng
i saw a dream
with a beautiful life
having a adorable wife
with a sweet face
in a sensitive case
i saw a dream
a friend was there
still is here
a sweet sister was there
with a caring hand over my hair
i saw a dream
with beautiful thoughts
with a lots of hope
was happy bcoz i have friends
and a sister more than friends
i saw a dream
of complete life
became so much happy
but i forgot its just a dream
will over as soon as i am waking
i saw a dream
is it my fault?
i thought everything mine
but they were in my dream
they were always far from mine
its just a dream
which is now over
i am still here
the stupid innocent flower
the dream is over
nomore bees are there
no breeze is there
no birds are there
the dream is over
i am stunned again
i am alone
noone is here
just me and my lonlyness is here
the dream is over
the relationship is also over
the caring is just now flirting
and the sweet words are now paining
the dream is over
now feeling the truth
the smiling tooth
the sweet thoughts and
the emotional crafts
the dream is over
it was not mine
bcoz i was just a guest there
played some bad innings
and left losing the heart in stead of earning
the dream is over
i am thankful to my friends and sister
now i am over
seeing the tomorrow
planning for the future
hoping not to be a creature
living here and there
dream is over
poem by Rajnish Jena
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Beautiful Night
Beautiful night, how the stars, they so clearly shine
And the joyful moon how it mirrors back my smile
Oh, beautiful night, you're good to a heart like mine
Oh, beautiful night, you've made this long road worthwhile
Beautiful night, glow of the city behind me
Smile, I, with my heart at peace and my mind at ease
Oh, beautiful night, tranquility sets me free
Oh, beautiful night, I dream of moments like these
Beautiful night and all seems so right with the world
Questions come later; decisions, future doth hold
Oh, beautiful night, for now I watch the sky twirl
Oh, beautiful night, I wait for light to behold
Yet, in the stillness of evening I dream these dreams
That the beauty of this night is all that it seems
poem by Danny Speicher
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My Real Goddess
Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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My world is beautiful!
My world is beautiful,
My worlds are beautiful,
Always it will,
Life is full of Nature's bounties
My sweet mother caress and
cares me,
Me and my friends, We look beautiful with what she
gave us,
We make our world happy and
beautiful,
Not worrying,
what she didn't give! I and my friends play hide and
seek,
Colourful butterfly,
Hide behind Flowers,
How thrilling to find these flying
flowers, butterflies dancing to my Heart's silent song! Flowers filling perfume to air,
Adding colours to life,
Shining Sun make them bright,
Lonesome dove sings at dawn,
Goodmorning dear,
Wake up and look at the world, sailing clouds say,
' have a nice day'
Gentle breeze keeping us cool,
Plants swing to my silent song! Flowers smiling in my lap,
Filling my heart with joy,
Dove fly around me and sings in
ears,
Look at smiling innocent flowers,
They smile at you, Though you kill them,
Separating their mother,
Listen to silent cry of plants,
Silent mourning of butterflies,
Can't you mourn,
yes now I am mourning and my heart weeps at death of smiling
flowers! Taking oath in presence of my
friends,
'Never will I kill flowers '!
my days will be more happy and
nice,
With playful smile of flowers!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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How beautiful is
How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Never hesitate to leave
Never hesitate to leave!
I would never hesitate to leave this world
If my child is in danger or slips out of fold
“Mother would go to any extent” I was told
As certain things are totally free and not sold
I am totally aware that child needs total care
Some of the mother hide it and don’t dare
But what a joy on earth to feel while feeding
Pain mattered less at the time of delivery while bleeding
Each one of us may be dreaming about nice creature
As lots of expectations and dreams for making sure
What a child may bring in for our future life?
How do I feel about it as mother and wife!
My blood is directly flowing in his vanes
Lot many unsaid things are reflected as tales
But whole of world seems so tiny or small
When I hear baby’s cry or simple call
Let all babies get simple care from mother
All happiness with so much dedication and care
It is said child remembers mother when best fed
So later on holds hand of mother and leads
Whole world seems to me a tiny object
If I am to choose I will certainly reject
What a beautiful smile when I start feeding
All so more important satisfaction by her needing
I look at that curly hair
Everything looks so fair
How can I think of going somewhere?
When heaven and happiness is all here
I would love to sink when time comes
I won’t bother whether child later on welcomes or not
At present I see best part on feeding
It is the best present after my wedding
Many mothers may think it as absurd
But it is mother’s love with caring word
Sincere prayer along with it for her well being
My gesture will be after all less of doing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother in all forms
I reflected in one of my poem
“O, mother you are one and no other”
Let whole world go mad but you never bother
We find no parallel as
Female as small daughter is full of smiles
Help us to grow fast even if happiness is away by miles
With her innocent smile we tend to forget
Not seized with worries and leave it or let
Bridge the gap when there is rift
Emotional binding when required the lift
So beautiful daughter as you seemed to be
Life was all heaven when you proved to be honey bee
All sweetness in life as life passed by
We are longing to hear your loud cry
You have gone away to play role in life
Important one and so vital as loving wife
As I hear, you changed a lot in your new role
Proved to be good mother and shared as whole
Was it not lovely to be loved in family?
Blame on solder even for mistakes silly
You continued to sail through rough weather
In severe cold did not wear jacket leather
It was your devotion and kind gesture
As you saw bright tomorrow with glorious future
As mother in law you proved to be tough guy
Could not tolerate rough talk and reckless buy
Always pointing at simple mistakes
No one was prepared to heed and take
You could not forgo your well laid ground
Did not see reason and lacuna found
You forgot to realize you were much loved one day
Why could not you adjust in coming day?
It is not your fault but with mad race
We want to swim with no odds to face
May not be situation with you alone
Sweet were those days when completely gone
Try to be honest which is always seen
Not to create panic with unruly scene
Prove the name worth with mother and modest
Older you grow but still be the best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Power Of Smile
you are beautiful in any picture and any look
and the most impressive... is your smile!
really... one can show a nice smile in one picture,
but ALL your pictures show a nice smile.
this does make a difference, doesn't it?
maybe... or maybe you just communicate with your smile
something good and friendly that is in you
hi dear, take care and... keep smiling.
only the ones who have suffered really know
how life can be beautiful.
a song say: whenever i see your smiling face,
I have to smile myself...
this is the power of smile
i always smile and fight for life...
poem by Minaslune Serene
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Sleep My Darling Mother
Sleep my darling Mother
for we know you'll soon depart
May your slumber be a blissful one
may comfort fill your heart.
Sleep my precious Mother
for His Grace has set you free
May your respite be a peaceful one
for all eternity.
Sleep my lovely Mother
even though I'll miss you so
May your journey be a good one
each and every place you go.
Sleep my pretty Mother
even though it breaks my heart
May we both look to the future
when we'll never have to part.
Sleep my only Mother
in the warmth of His Sweet Light
May you know how much I miss you
how I love you Mom, goodnight.
For my beautiful Mother Virginia. 1943~2008
I miss you Mommy.
poem by Marea Johnson
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Have I Told You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Sweetie, Start the Day with a Smile
Sweetie, start the day with a smile
Your smile always melts my heart
So I am here imagining that you are smiling
It brings out the best face for you
Smile, you are so lovely smiling Sweetie
I hope you slept and have woken up well
I know you are as lovely as ever
I pray that you have a lovely song in your heart
I hope you are happy this morning
All these come out when you are smiling Sweetie
Because your face is the mirror of your heart
Smile is the language of joy and love
Smile is a way to a successful day
Smile every moment that's worth living
Your smile wins my heart Sweetie
So keep a smile on your face today!
I keep smiling by imagining your smile
Your smile is the diamond on Sweetie's face
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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You Are Indeed Beautiful
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
When Nature Stands For
What can I do when nature stands for?
All kinds of love and return for sure
That spring after autumn to care
Dream about monsoon and come out in open to dare
I don't know about vague reference
But I try to live in its shadow and presence
Love is something that attracts me
Confines not in walls but come out to feel free
I love smiling faces and flowers
Not of gardens alone but of desert coming after showers
Just of simple nature and always in spread up position
What to speak of their fragrance beautiful composition!
I offer open smile when come across
To look at some one and deliberately choose
To throw open the gesture in recognition
Without any malafied intention, spark or ignition
In a romantic man resides lovely creature
Sees in positive style and thinks of beautiful future
What is wrong if one involves in imagery position?
Dreams of beautiful company and creation of romantic relation
You may not be good looking
But certainly capable of nice cooking
Stories of attachment and close association
That may certainly drive to the elevation
Is it not the same feature with all human?
Look with beautiful eyes and summon
To fall in lovely relation with no desire
But simply raise the level of understanding and admire
I go for it without existence of slight doubt
It has nothing to do with lust and talk about
It is natural nature that compels you to love
Behold in faith and generously believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Are You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.
One Mans Opinion
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
©Joe Fazio
Only Link
I dreamed about beautiful love and association
That was mushrooming along with smooth relation
She was dreaming the same way as I was
We were smiling at each other without making a pause
'Not bad idea at all' she responded
As she thought we have to think of later how to be depended
If we have little kind in home
How will it look like when we welcome?
'Only from you' as love's symbol
She was making very sweet and magnetic call
I was dreaming too to fall in her line
She was making all that beautiful with smile
Since many days we were meeting in silence
It was magnificent attachment with love parlance
I wanted to have her reflection in child
Brilliant, intelligent, beautiful and kind
It was never thought this before
I just search only beauty and adored
Look at her face and saw cuts and features
It was so much for me to look at and be sure
We are under tree and enjoying happy moments
Many a times it has been felt as divine movement
She may hold hand and reassure me of coming days
Death can't be that cruel to take me away
Child is the only link that binds us together
When we hear cry or smile, it makes us free to bother
I dream same for my rest of the days and enjoy
She is there always ready to provide me complete joy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Mother
Mom never differentiated between children
She was going out of her way even
But since I was eldest out of all
She will surely take me with love and affectionately call
Very funny and smiling as I was in childhood
People loved me at my visiting places in neighborhood
Mother will scold me and warn not to go so often
But I may disregard her advice and simply move on
She did everything to bring me up with all kindness
She never bore fatigue or any kind of uneasiness
Her face may remain bright all the time with smile on face
I used to watch here number of hours and suddenly chase
She was always worried about my growing age
What I will be doing in life when suddenly left out of cage
I may not fare well and will harm the future
She was little worried but didn't know for sure
People used to call me naughty and troublesome
Even though I wore innocent smile and looked handsome
They may let me go without any complaint to mother
But mother knew it all and that continued her to bother
I had tears in eyes when I saw her completely aged
Even though she is same as was before but nearly managed
After so many years of away from her I missed every moment
I didn't let her down later on and acted wise for all the movements
She may smile secretly and put a pat on the back
'You were only my concern and source of worry'
She may pull me near and shower all her feelings
I was luckiest person among all to have her as blessings
When I was back from my recent assignment
I did find her in complete ill health with difficult movements
I could hardly stop self and went over to her forehead
Pasted a gesture of fulfillment and tried to read
She was all for praise and smiled
I was not taken up seriously for a while
Today she is less concerned for me than all
I take her with me for evening walk and stroll
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Grace
Grace saw me wounded, hurt, lost but with a future
He saw me not yet formed in my mother's womb
He fashioned my days before me
Beautiful Grace
Beautiful Grace that saved my soul
When I was lost but now He found me
I know I have a future
A new page of life
Beautiful Grace
Beautiful Grace when I was blind but now I see
He showed me right from wrong and gave me a choice of life over death
It's by His grace that I've been saved
Beautiful Grace
poem by Keamogetswe Molapo
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The pain behind the smile
I often saw her at the shops with her kids
she was friendly and would say hello,
then I heard some really tragic news
she'd jumped from a high building onto the floor below.
So I went and saw all the masses of flowers
at the place this poor woman had been found,
adults were standing with small children sobbing
while others were reading tributes not making a sound.
Then later on I saw her smiling picture in the paper
I never knew her but I still felt very sad,
it said she was a loving mother to her children
and it was her kids who made her happy and glad.
So why did she go and jump to her death?
what was she hiding behind her beautiful smile?
this poor young woman must have been full of agony
and putting on a brave act all the while.
Three lovely young children have now lost their Mum
but I hope their Mother is now in a much better place,
it just shows what some people are concealing though
behind that forced smile that appears on their face.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Stay Beautiful
Stay Beautiful
Even if we don’t stay friends
Stay Beautiful
Even if we fall apart
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re going to be someone in life
Stay Beautiful
For me or if not for me
Stay Beautiful
For yourself or for the people you love
Just Stay Beautiful
Because someday you’re going to find the one
You really truly love and she’ll be telling you
To Stay Beautiful too
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re an amazing person and
That’ll never change and
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re one and in a million and
Stay Beautiful
Just to stay the beautiful person
You are today and
Stay Beautiful
Because that’s who you are
You’re Beautiful
poem by Hayley Foster
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