An unusual meeting
It rained heavily
I too enjoyed it merrily
It seemed like union of family
Something was missing in us very badly
It took me many years back
We were on complete right track
I hoped nothing would go wrong
Everything was going good with song
It used to be unusual meeting
There was exchange of no greetings
Still I longed for him to say something
It did not come in the form of anything
How many special memories are attached?
How to get easily out of it and get detached?
So many things are taught or preached?
At very next moments they are breached
How you made me to be wet in first rain?
It was season’s first fall to result in some gain
Seeds were to grow and mature in form of grain
It as only my worry and concern main
You were coming in the form of hurricane
Not with devastation but with relief plane
Lots of rain and blowing of cool wind
Joy and happiness all over to find
I am not in for all that you do
It may be very nice and true
I still care for you and wait
Don’t term it as gimmick and fate
It is meeting not always
We have parted our ways
Once a while you come and strike
I still long for it and like
I am on earth and you are in sky
You have vast horizons to ply
I am firmly placed yet wait with eagerness
I am sure of your intention and truthfulness
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wise Step
Nothing could go to my head as what was wrong?
Why I did not find best suitable love among?
Was I expecting something more or unusual?
Was my approach not sincere or casual/
Well, this was question baffling me ever
I had given up the hunt for love forever
I was not expecting any more blossoms
I think this was wise step and full of wisdom
I still missed the real feeling of true love
I was traveling in car which simply drove
It had no other mission than to travel
I had given up without reaching any level
May be I was not able to put forth my views
Bright sun rays only knew to wipe out the dews
I was unlucky among all with counting of few
May be I was not destined to get my real due
Is the pull really emerging from inner heart?
Why their faces lit up with smile and look so smart?
I was really wondering what this phenomenon “love” is.
Everybody says the same as these are blessings from His
My eyes may not have that flicker and killer’s instinct
Approach may have been different and distinct
I virtually longed for real feeling and attachment
What it could land in was only detachment?
Everybody may not be that lucky to find real pleasure
It is one of the most rare and unavailable treasure
How one can find in comfortable position which can assure
Smooth life with all the happiness and joy to reassure
I guess it may be lovely gift from savior the Almighty
Warmth feelings and all happy actions considered to be naughty
I have yet to come across and feel all the earthly feelings
If some one comes form no where suddenly and willing
I know it can not be orchestrated or stage managed show
Whole might and true intentions one should offer or throw
It may grow in its own natural sphere and mushroom
Spring may sprang surprise with full arrival of blossom
I may wait for those moments to enter in my barren age
I shall become poet to pen down lovely feelings on page
It may end long spell of frustration for not meeting partner
Who could bring all happiness and prove as good listener
I shall wake up to witness new heights and reality
It shall be best available in the form good quality
I shall endeavor to preserve it with full honor
I shall not mind it even if you come with mistakes so minor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A prayer for rain
We prayed rain God to shower freely
We gladly invited and extended willingly
It was now his turn to come down heavily
We wanted to enjoy the rain drops merrily
The earth had dried up and developed big cracks
The surface looked barren with loosing some tracks
It looked as if some had deserted and left behind
No sign of life over vast lands and nothing to find
We had witnessed long dry seasons every year
There used to be rain fall shortage leading to fear
Cattle had no grass to graze with no means to quench the thrust
The good rainfall was desired and needed almost
As the luck would have it, it rained alarmingly
The dark clouds were thundering and rained smilingly
For hours together there will be constant down pour
We were confined indoors and feeling very bore
For few days it was enjoyable and looked pleasant
We may notice free movement of different insects and ants
They had their own needs and wants
We were happy to receive it with thanks
Soon we were to be put in lot of troubles
It was heavily flooding and creating problems
There was no respite and stayed as long spell
It was impacted all over with miseries only to tell
The life is completely paralyzed with complete stand off
No movement of traffic and everything at grinding halt
We had prayed for reasonably good fall
It has resulted in to many deaths by collapsing the walls
We wish to pray again for immediate halt
It is appeal from heart to stop the assault
We want it to stop and come to our rescue
We have received the rain which was due
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An easy formation
Formation after formation passed by
I tried to figure out the shape with earnest try
I don’t know but tried to find you out why?
I had little hesitation but felt really shy
They ere emerging but soon to scatter
I couldn’t find out the matter
they were dark but full of hope
Who was forcing them not to rain and stop?
It bore good sign of changing faces
I could visualize the mad race
It may be strong urge to go for strong bond
I was personally in for and very fond
It might have cooling breeze
I enjoyed it a lot and did not freeze
It had warmth in its appearance
I was compelled to draw some inferences
It was giving me tremendous joy
Every moment I lived by and enjoyed
I saw your troubled face in formation
It bothered me as funny question
I could see the vastness stretching up to horizons
You were seen different in each zone
You were seen coming out as rainbow
It brighten your face with bright glow
Catching you at this moment might be considered as mistake
It might give me feeling of as that of cake
I preferred to wait and not take on immediately
I still breathed with silence and watched passionately
Were the clouds indicating to me of some storm?
Was I about to loose her in present form?
She may not do it to me as I was very much sure
Even if I doubt there may not be any cure
Lightening and thunder represented good mixture
It was indication of very good future
The relation may have same bearing in days to come
Her entry in life was most desirous and welcome
Is it not the good music that is created with every drop?
It must go on endlessly without any stop
Did it match with traditional music or pop?
I hoped it turn out to be a bumper love crops
Everything was turning into favor by your movement
You were seen eagerly moving at the moment
I could here something in ear with strong echo
‘Will you accept me” or simply forgo?
I had no doubt that it may mushroom and thrive
I had every reason to go for it and believe
The clouds may definite rain with lot more relief
I stood there witching her with utmost belief
You will not rain anywhere
I am eagerly waiting for you here
You may form many faces
I shall stand here and accept you in any case
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I could not....
I could not stop it from guessing
I went on endlessly for assessing
Was it end of beginning or beginning to an end?
It was encouraging signal and beautifully sent
Does the melody in song play a good role?
Can that be heard at different pole?
Does the distance play as deterrence?
What would I draw from it as inference?
What do the words actually convey in sense?
Do they speak of good rhythms with real beats?
Which waves try to cross the air space and meet?
Do they simply surrender and fall to her feet?
Nothing is heard from gentle kiss
It is no message from you Miss
I hope and will meet you to fulfill wish
It has to enhance your prestige and not to tarnish
I watch it go in one direction from my window
Who is there to receive it as shadow?
Is anybody really there for me?
Waiting eagerly under the willow tree?
It may definitely be a long wait
Crucial factor may be only fate
It may not be early or late
It must inspire her not to hate
Every season has its own message
I don’t know which one will give me clear passage?
Rain may hit the ground very severely
It may be observed as union and seen very rarely
My image may fade in the distant dream
It may not be in the form of ray or beam
It can’t be caught as rare glimpse
Try to catch it as reality please
Uneasy calm may persist and prevail
All effort may not succeed and fail
What if they are not meant for anything?
Is it sign of falling apart or something?
One can have long wait in queue
He or she may get what is due
There is nothing unusual about it
One should not feel weary but always fit
I shall have endeavor to see it falling through
It may stand to pass it reasonably and true
What is not understood is real dilemma or confusion?
All feelings and warmth may find in its inclusion
O, sacred air you are carrying fragrance from this side
It may have very good impact over areas very wide
Each and every bird must feel its pulse and sing
Message should clearly read written under wings
It is not war game but truce in real term
Each one should stand ground and hold it firm
Who knows who can be of real help in coming days?
Can we not become beacon for guiding the way?
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How Ordinary Language Becomes Poetic
do not worry about images
leave it to the wise imagination of the reader
do not insult his powers
of extending the meaning of your ordinary language
beyond what you
are thinking or saying with utmost intention to drive your point
the poetry of indeterminacy
the meanings hidden in such plain words
as wolf and sheep
shepherd to this staff
river to stones
and clouds to rain and rain and rain and rain
and yes the trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrainnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,
do not be too concerned
with form, the form comes and takes the shape desire before your eyes
what i am driving at is that
ordinary language becomes too poetic when
you shake because it is a very cold rain pouring in your roof
and you have no one
and you have no other place to go and you cannot call him because
he is too busy with other
matters of equal importance
i could be him and you could be her, in this ordinary language of
disappointments
why we met and why we regret the meeting and union
oh, why speak about something too poetic when ordinary language
can be so poetic
about pain, and hypocrisy, and mendicancy
of emotions, She herself is one of the few constant
features
on that landscape.
Wary, as always,
of holistic paradigms for the literary history
of poetry
dynamic, interactive condition of experimental poetry today
i cannot think
of any other recommendation,
Christian Boltanski's simulated documentaries,
I cannot think of a better introduction
to contemporary
poetry, this, oh,
so you understand a thing?
alright, how do you do?
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Look at horizones
My eyes look at horizons and not blink
Heart skips a bit, refuses to obey and sink
Face turns pale from colour pink
Endless struggle and so much to think
I see the earth torn apart by season
Water boiling to a level without any reason
We have similar situation with troubles in lot
I try to find out the trouble spot,
Thought for a while it may heavily rain
Concern or worry will no longer remain
I always get panicky with bad news
Things slip away from hand and unable to view
Dryness on face with deep visible cracks
As earth turns dry with patches black
Green trees on sides but no shade
Throat seems slit with sharp blade
Rain and pain went away for good,
I remained speechless without any mood
Face reflected concern for shortage of food
Strong efforts to come out of wood,
Rain did not turn up in this season
No certainty without any reason
It caused so much worry and tension
So much was at stake and in question
Rain came at last but with little of water,
No relief, no joy and situation still tougher
No respite in addition to sufferings
It is not end to…………..
I sit and thin for no further hope
Situation tight as if to walk on rope
Days of isolation and unable to speak
Future seemed hopeless and very bleak
The position remains same and nothing is changed
Nothing seems in order and properly arranged,
Earth may show visible cracks and still will bear,
I may not have that courage, and power to hear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Home bound
Morning sleep and sweet dreams simply disturbed,
Bed side phone call buzz really perturbed,
Sweet dreams and cool breeze remained illusion,
since wife had left after scuffle with collision,
with all honest intention I had surrendered
Never let anger go up and that is why I wondered?
She was so nice and never questioned
Why did she leave and separation offered?
Had she some ideas or her own reason?
Was she not happy with autumn season?
Did she need care for her only and lovely son?
Why did she attempt to take the poison?
I may not have pardoned her fully
the act on her part was stupid and silly
Why does she not own mistakes wholly?
Why at all to attempt suicide and commit folly?
Life must go on with peace and good rapport
it can’t be run without each other’s support,
Even ships has wait for call of the port,
How can we run and afford such silly sort?
All these thoughts made me little nervous
Never I had made mistakes previous
She may be feeling right in her own way,
But should have waited for my simple say
Days were proving difficult and very painful
it may not be either with her proving gainful,
I was still hopeful of her homeward journey
waiting for call naturally form honey
“Good morning” and simple hello”
Was the wife at end with smile to follow?
Are you coming to pick me up at station?
Hi, why not, where is the hitch and question? ”
These were the words simply uttered
I too expressed surprise and murmured
It was not at all any separation
All happiness and no strained relation
It provided me with new energy and relief
I new nothing would go wrong with belief
Why at all then take extreme course
When she was returning with smile of course
I was overwhelmed with joy
There was nothing left to annoy
I braced self to bring back her back
This was the time to save further crack
I simply rushed in huff,
it was neither joke nor rebuff,
her smile was for home bound,
all happiness and joy I simply found
She waved her hand with smile
I continued happiness for a while
She was willing to walk an extra mile
She had her own ways and style
She embraced me with full joy
I didn’t find any game or decoy,
it was simple return with call,
and God saved me from further fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Memories
the memories have become brown leaves
with the slight touch of the wind
this summer
all of them fall to the ground
some will be blown far away
some will stay and crack
and become dust
in a little while,
i will hear the sound of everything
the wind blowing,
the falling of the leaves
the cracking and
then how the dust
whispers
that it still want to stay and wait
even longer
for the next season of rain
like some seeds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Asking more
Whole body is asking more,
Never had it happened this before?
No lament and feel so sore,
May have some reasons therefore,
It is generating more heat,
Whole body demand something,
Nothing is in scarce but still seeks,
Feeling inside feeble and weak,
May be it has not fully rained,
Not poured with strength and drained,
In time of need always abstained,
Leaving behind worry and pain,
Not a slight or slow rain drops will do,
I am wanting then is also true,
But why it is so desperate? Have no clue,
Eyes up in sky to see could blue,
Only full rain with tremendous force,
Lightening, thunder with wind of course,
Strike at body with complete passion,
Not to be told but, it is frank admission,
Not a body but earth to long,
Ready to embrace with sultry song,
Whole area to come on with green grass,
Show for self and world its class,
Rain in short is the only answer,
Will come in force to enlighten soul,
Complete happiness with cool shower,
Body too may feel with shower fewer,
So time is answer and timely change,
One should adapt and timely arrange,
Nature responds with exact time and arrives,
It is we only be impatient and connive?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If the Wealth...
If the wealth is ill gotten
Then good use later on can be forgotten
It will take our hear apparent to down fall
Create distrust, fight and impregnable wall
This is how the wealth takes its toll
Hard earned money may easily roll
Change hands for charity, donation and good use
Others may invite jealousy, deception and misuse
Wealth is main root for all evils
Not all may have security or good will
The family members may want your early departure
As they may be finding a chance for good future
Good sense may only prevail
When you are in control and not fail
Keep them to united fold and trust
Else they may fall apart and mistrust
What can be done with so much wealth?
If that deteriorate your complete health
If that can’t guarantee you peace and happiness
Why on earth it can be longed for and stressed?
I tried to find an easy answer
But answered by only some or fewer of them
It placed me at great worry
I felt really in pain and sorry
What it did me in whole life?
When it was to prove as cutting knife
The family was quarreling among for spoils
I was helpless and there was no use to boil
I wish it not to happen to anybody
The wealth must be used for help to somebody
Its constrained use may warrant good result
But at least it save you from embarrassment and insult
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
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Rain (Ya-du)
Every where croak
came the frogs out
earth soaked water
saw in morning
first rain was heavily raining.
Filled ponds and tanks
river banks lost
fields sank in water
excess of rain
flooded whole terrain.
Glided farmers
saw better rain
there hoped for good
vegetation
they can grow in the season.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Know It Well
Not knowing fully well what we are doing
Not realizing what ultimately we may be inviting
Nothing comes without doing hard work
No good end is possible without noble start
Timely or untimely success my blind
That may force you to become arrogant and unkind
Yet remember no short cut is allowed
Tragic and pathetic end if unmindfully followed
Beware always, nothing come before time
You may have little gain sometimes
It has far reaching consequences
You can’t draw wrong inferences
You may pick favorable quotes and act
Seek refuge and solace under false pretext and react
That won’t cut much ice for practical purpose
You know it gracefully that almighty may dispose
At no stage some hasty action is required
Get into right action before you are tired
Slow and steady may find the fruits of labor
Wealth earned with hard work may only land at harbor
You can expect only grace and blessings
Nothing should go on your part as missing
What you get back in any form is simple reward!
Nothing comes in life with only luck as award
Have patience, wait for opportunity and strike
Carve out the path saw the seeds when dark clouds are in sky
You may then be confident of overcoming any stress
The real gain and happiness will be seen on face
Have short cut only when there is no other go
Find no alternative and no option to forgo
Avail whatever means open and easily sought
This may make it little favorable without being caught
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Birthday wishes
Let me wish you many more happy and bright days
I wish to be guided by you in my own ways
Will you hold me forever and take to the end
Many best wishes of the day for you to be sent
What a beautiful wishes to offer in a particular way?
Wishing many many happy returns of the day
Has it not become customary to wish bright sun in cloudy atmosphere?
Do we wish it as mere formality or simple necessity is there?
These were the simple questions hounding me as an individual
I never thought I was playing dubious role which seemed not real
I found convincing answer for wishing a beautiful and real friend
Lot many good wishes with rose petals to send
What am I and what brings me to you? I asked to friend
“Why it happens to me”if I take it as true?
I always think of taking your care
No matter how far and where you are
You were so nice and kind
I consider myself lucky to find
You are like precious gem
I wish to keep you in mind with frame
I may not use polished language
It may not be proper or appropriate
I shall cherish the long memory of school days
We might have not carried along and parted ways
You are like towering strength
For you I may go to any length
I might look little different
Love may be seen as true and apparent
Rose may have its own fragrance
Friendship has got its own elegance
I always towards sky and glance
Think of meeting you by chance
It might not become possible to see you in person
I think I might have to wait for coming good season
Rain may dropp from clouds in usual manner
Tears may role out from eyes later or sooner
We may not wishing a person for no reason
Birthday brings good opportunity for liaison
It is meeting of mind with intense feelings
Intense hatred too may melt without concealing
It may pave the way for happy occasion
Two hearts may unite if taken proper decision
It is of course unique way of dealing
Wounds may dry up with careful healing
Wish from the heart if you happen to garland
Embrace with deep love if she is your girlfriend
Gender may not bar you from exchanging messages
It has all kind off warmth without feelings of ages
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My Firm Belief
This is the world of loss and gain
Where God let nothing to go in vain
Even a water dropp that we get in rain
Helps us in moments of suffering and pain
When troubles come it makes us gray
And everything feels wrong in the way
And we don't find next stone to lay
And think that God has pushed us away
But this is neither true nor it is right
Because for us God emits bliss light
And show us nice things that are bright
For his ways are always unique and quiet
So if we feel we are stuck in a test
Where we are not given any rest
Then thing that at time seems best
is to go to God and pray with zest
Because this is surely my firm belief
That God who is our creator and chief
Will cease our pain and will give us relief
And will remove from us our distress and grief
Because this is the world of loss and gain
Where God let nothing to go in vain
Even a water dropp that we get in rain
Helps us in moments of sufferings and pain
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An inner depth
Touch my soul and inner depth
Before I say good bye and embrace the death
I had endless wait for your foot steps to hear
I stooped heart beats for while when it distanced near
I did not catch it coming
I should have been there for welcoming
It was my wish and desire too
You were all along for it and proved true
The drams are after all odysseys
They stand for nothing and convey
I was never understood or graced
The dilemma I always faced
You created enough of space
I merely accepted it as unique case
It never remained as mad race
I had waited always for His grace
I always wished and heartily ached
All memories were firmly bonded and attached
Before I could think or nearly reached
The bank was collapsed and breached
It was my wish and firmed placed
I never wanted it to be replaced
As time is nearing out, you have raced
I have found purity in it and convincingly traced
You only open eyes and stare
I shall find bright glare
I will find the place to reside there
You have just emerged from no where
I may soon be heavenly abode
The sweet memories will be on wings and rode
At right time you are stealing the show
I thank god and gracefully bow
It may be the real name for ever lasting
You might have many times observed fasting
It has come now all along way to end the wait
Why should I not acknowledge it as real fate?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh! rain
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to movie
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while playing games
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to hotel
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to picnic
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
wiped away the happiest movements
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Hope Hanging On At Heathrow
Like the last lonely leaf on the London plane,
I drive down, lonesome, up the long airport track,
Still hanging on, through the wind and the rain.
Will you still forgive me, if I just explain?
Will you come home to me? Will you fly back,
Like the last lonely leaf, on the London plane?
I never meant to cause you all that pain
That tears through your heart, bruising it black,
Still hanging on through the wind and the rain.
Do you believe, since my efforts are vain,
It is “THE END”, as in books, at the back
Like the last lonely leaf, on the London plane?
Though you ignore me, with haughty disdain,
You’ll find me waiting, despite your attack,
Still hanging on through the wind and the rain.
Half-hopes cling on; trust’s faint traces remain.
Determined, I stay, since I shall not crack,
Like the last lonely leaf on the London plane
Still hanging on through the wind and the rain.
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You And Me
Under the open sky and mango tree
It is you and me, you and me, you and me
No one comes near to observe and take a look
No fear from anyone to come all of sudden and book
I am fully aware that sky and earth never meet
In unknown place we try to figure out and greet
All warmth from within to melt so soon
Nothing deters us not even burning noon
Since you are so far and can’t come over
Provide your love as simple cover
I shall continue to live with memory
Hope to meet you soon in no hurry
I have lived long time under constant fear
How much agony and pain I bear
Eyes become wet with precious tears
Most lovely words I want to hear
Come and share all happy moments
Lovely tree branches shake with movements
Branches lower with fruits and garland
It is you and me, you and me you me on land
Who will know me better when you are gone?
Not heard enough words and you are undone
Now I have to wait for another precious day
You will come with flowers from distant way
I want to express in words exactly what I wish
Why I suffer the free air and fate of that dying fish
What you have done to me in these long years?
Have I to suffer and last for love words to hear?
I don’t know what made me to think over again and again
Fully aware of surroundings but unconsciously remain
Does such stage may last for unknown period?
Will I be in position to over come and avoid?
I have no desire to live with uncertainty
It has to have some form of continuity
I know you may be won over one day
God only know how and which way?
You may flow with me as free wind
It may be union of its own kind
Just speed up and shake complete thing
Try to reach me with powerful wings
You will have to wait for cool breeze to sat in
Situation from no win to almost win
Who says love after long wait can’t succeed
If desire is left alone and set to be freed
I have won over despite heavy odds
It has come as surprise with your approval or nods
What remains to be seen is its complete success
Heart to heart and mind to mind with full access
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Meeting Again
Meeting again when time goes fast,
meeting again when time won't last.
A look at the wrist to check the time,
a glance in the mirror to see if I'm
alright from this.
Already I miss the time that will crawl.
Keep the memory alive. You must not fall
into a saddened, depressed state.
You will continue to wait and wait
for a meeting again when time goes fast,
a meeting again that will not last.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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