And Not Fade
All the creations that God has made
It will remain in force and not fade
Only some will be liked more and some less
As we are indifferent to see and face
We see the beauty from outer space
Try to reason out and simply trace
Its essence and contents for self use
This makes life difficult and totally confuse
How many children we dropp at orphanage?
Do we ever care about their fate and age/
In which sense they are less than flower?
We have no pity or mercy to shower
We love only beautiful flower
But they may be rare or fewer
We have no love for ordinary but beautiful
That has come up for pleasing us in full
Even cattle don’t harm while grazing
They look at it and consider amazing
They have sense of appreciation
We love in anticipation of relation
Some children may take birth in poor family
Yet their parents may bring them up happily
Not a single thought of deserting them in open
We have become merciless even
They may breathe in open space
Sun rays may not affect their face
Some one may come and look at
Show some love and curse the cruel fate
Not all the children may survive and last long
Something may definitely go against or wrong
So the flowers may fade away in the evening
Their fate and chance may not be brightening
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Truth Always Touch
Truth always touch the heart
As it is God gift and natural art
Its fragrance emanate from beautiful flowers
After the rain had lashed the ground with shower
What does it make when mix with clay?
Land smile with joy and happily play
Mix with its forceful flow in anticipation
Start of new day with new bond and relation
What a scene to observe and enjoy?
Complete green as if new baby with toy!
Even blind man can smell its freshness
Truth has power to show it in any case
It is selfless sacrifice
Stuffed with full of promises
It will never die or fade
We shall respect it and never trade
Thy blessings seen on in each flower
Original color to be had with fewer
Rose, pink and blue attract near
Where does stand then the fear?
Close the gap and long for embrace
Bring the shine on beautiful face
Step out to watch for beautiful scenery
Divine love art blessed by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fallen Like Tree
It crashed me like fallen tree
I was suddenly made aware that I am not free
Whole world has ganged up against me to force
Forget them altogether and cry with remorse
It started with all joy and bang
How happily I mixed with you and sang!
All beautiful moments were interwoven in rainbow
Not allowing single moments to pass or just go
I had all the treasures under my feet
Complete world with me as if to touch and greet
What a thrilling experience with new find love?
I felt there is something more when you part with or give
It was not physical attraction alone that made me to fly
But something unique that compelled me to think why?
This is natural course and no one should feel shy
It comes to you as natural blessing without even making a try
“Roses are beautiful” and adore the garden
I was addressed as beautiful flower even
I don’t know what made them to think so
I thought of holding such moments and not allow them to go
Only fortunate people are blessed with such happiness
Some people are shortly brought down with gloom on the face
Their happiness disappear just to be taken over by sadness
Joy and happiness remain as night mare leaving behind no trace
I never knew about the role of cruel fate
It struck to me like wind very late
My dreams were completely shattered
Whole course and life journey was altered
My love is dying and may not live for long
Something has really happened for wrong
He is worst sufferer and had to leave this world
It sends me shiver in spine and turns cold
I wish to cry and sob in one corner
As his end is approaching near
I am his whole and sole soul
The fate has certainly played foul
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A baby boom
Each ward full of new arrivals
For parents not less than festivals
Joy and happiness could be read on face
Who could definitely tell what their race was?
Full of cheers and cries all over in the warden
All are excited with their entries all of sudden
May be it is arrival of spring in garden
Plants are ready to make the show very often
It may be just beginning of new season
Flowers may boom with some reason
Fragrance may be spread with lot of joy
Soon children may be playing with beautiful toys
This land is beautiful garden with lot of arrivals
Some may breathe and some may face dismissal
What do they bring in for us to live little longer?
It is feeling of unique kind which grows stronger and stronger
Flowers of different kind and color strongly wish to survive?
We just look at them and do nothing or take no steps to revive
We just enjoy their momentary appearance and allow them to fade
We think of nothing and consider it as routine or mere trade
Why do we love children more in initial days?
What a beautiful way of offering smile in innocent way?
Do they bring all type of hopes in the form of bright ray/
Do we last long in the hope and express solidly in pray?
It is how the world moves on and so we to with our mission
We humbly let almighty to know when we make submission
We seek all the time His blessings for present and future
We need to be simple and honest and make it doubly sure
As children rise on their feet with the passage of time and grow
Their efficiency in all the respect and worth to show
We may realize the importance of their being
They may prove and carry us on their powerful wing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Some One
Love someone when it is on both sides
Ascertain it is not narrow but wide
See that it finds equal response and care
Otherwise it lands you no where
I proclaim that I am in love
I think peacefully when believe
With unmindful of her presence
To seek with love's essence
Daily I visit the near by garden
Witness flower and their emergence all of sudden
They are fresh and brightened by rays
As if to compel some one not to go away
Certainly it is not rose
But ordinary I suppose
It attracts me from inner depth
I am mesmerized and suddenly swept
Look at this lonely but beautiful flower
Come up after divine spray of shower
Neither has it special feature
Nor has been as unique creature
It has some relevance
It has attracted me at once
I am fascinated and drawn
Now find it difficult be withdrawn
It is definitely urging and appealing
All doubts, that has been, are repealing
I go after that fragrance and sink
Eyes refuse to cooperate and wink
All flowers are at their peak
When spread open to speak
They can make you to understand
Accept me as a universal friend
I am blown by outer elegance
Not only by simple show but fragrance
That has made me to think constantly
I shall go with her completely
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Just Emergence
Look at their just emergence
It awaits mere beautiful chance
To come up in world at once
With bright sun rays on flower's face
If you dream about its beauty
You can at once know the power of almighty
It ahs put all such elegance in its show
You can forget whole world when it grows
Such is fragrance and its outer appearance
It attracts eyes and makes magnetic influence
It has with all kinds of flowers in the garden
It is over all show and as if blessed from heaven
We are noticing only beauty and its full blossom
But never think of protecting or granting any freedom
The new born baby child meets same fate
No thought for how many might have been crushed of late
Flowers and babies have same fear over their future
Some may come up and some may vanish for sure
They are done away with termination before birth
A step never thought over even by almighty
Can we not give a second thought for a while?
Allow them to come in this world in their style
Excel with their elegance and make us to smile
Let us not make way for their exit and file
It has right to come up in a manner
And in a way so natural even in summer
Flowers need our protection to groom with care
So no one thinks to molest, pick or dare
The world is shrinking fast
The ladies are discriminated and may not evenly last
They need stern hand against and proper care
They have enormous potential to come up anywhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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The good father
This is the one who can not eat if his children do not eat
This is the who wear unexpensive clothes while his children wear expensive ones
This the one who sacrifice his problems for his children
This is the one who works every day for his children
This the one who can sleep outside the house while his children are inside
Are the children showing the appreciation to his efforts?
Are the children showing sense of appreciation about his love to them?
They show appreciation by writing poems for him
They show love by consoling him when he is in trouble
A good father should be innocent
A good father should act as a head of the family
A good father should give support to the family
The location known as Silityiwa has got such father
This father is known as Sonwabisile Lateta and he is “my” father
poem by Franklin Spetuxolo Lateta
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Children’s Day 2011
The bud that tried to form some way
Was disallowed from doing so;
The bud that sprung out fine one day
Couldn’t blossom like how others do.
The buds that bloomed into flowers
Got plucked or crushed before they grew;
The flowers that found the rain showers
Got withered unseeded by dew!
When children are future adults on earth,
Why parents choose to play God while in womb?
And kill them mercilessly before birth,
Converting their first home into a tomb!
When love of God has formed them healthy, hale,
Should mom or dad decide their destiny?
And if to Maker unborn tell their tale,
God’s rage will rise supporting the tiny!
Let parents love their kids before their birth;
Let unborn see world’s grandeur that’s God-made;
Let human beings be humane on earth;
Let love of life be prime and hatred fade!
Allow all children to be born and fed;
Give them the love and tender care they need;
Bestow the warmth and human touch in bed;
Let children grow like mammoth trees from seed!
On Children’s Day, let love enter young hearts;
Let children not be unwanted on earth;
Let children not be used as man’s spare-parts;
Let every nation feel proud by their birth!
poem by John Celes
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My Fate Has Been Sealed....
My Fate Has Been Sealed....
your love placed inside my heart...
came to me without prior notice...
owned it and got into it to burn this heart...
how pity this heart...
this heart which i hold..
pity you are, my heart from this love...
from those fires which burned you...
and changed your life, up to down...
is that your fate...?
this fate, which wrote on you...?
to be always in love..
in love with whom who don`t know how to take care of you...
who owns this rights...
to make you always in pains...
who can change this...
and who can put the end to this fate..
pity you are, my pity heart...
i know that i shall meet my fate oneday...
but i need a fate which my heart deserve...
i need a happiness...
the happiness which i seek and dream always about...
i will accept my fate for what it was...
but if this fate completed my life with you...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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An ambition not to
Who else will come and decide?
Who will prompt us to ride?
Why all ambition to remain stored
Why not think about them and explored?
Is it the right way to think first and then act?
Why to think of consequences first and react?
What is the essence of right thinking in fact?
Leave it to fate but attempt it with tact
You can’t remain in oblivion and isolate
Everything you must decide and relate
It can’t be left at somebody’s mercy or solely to fate
You must think about chances seriously and definitely rate
You will have to carve out your own empire
You must go in with all skills and acquire
It is top most priority and definitely required
You may be considered lucky and admired
Whether it is wrong or right
you got to give hundred percent in and fight
Show the determination with full might,
grab all the chances when they are n sight
when you are flying a kite in sky?
Never think of distance and ask why?
Air may block the height and serve as hindrance
what matters most is aim with clear substance
It remains same in every walk of the life
Whether it is love, opportunity or wife
Strike with all force when time is ripe
If failed to do then it may remove the chances or wipe
so when love is reflected and is in sight,
hold it firmly in arm and keep grip very tight
it is emotional bond and not the show of strength
Powerful attachment will grow and go to full length
Take the vow to stand together in the time of need
No other compulsions should take over including the greed
The desire may come out as if released or willingly freed
this may be possible only when have gone for it and did
At any given point of time or in grief
Offer words of solace and try to be very brief
It is opening of new chapter in relation and just a small leaf
Its magnitude and impact may be felt by a deaf,
When we are meeting friends after a long absence
it shows the true love of great essence,
Eyes remain full of tears and face turns red,
No one feels shame or getting afraid
Parents, friends and relatives shower the love
we are human beings and not act doves
They too move in great numbers
Show the bond of love and outnumber
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Parents, Neglect Not Thy Children
Parents, tend thou to thy children with care;
Children are now more precious than before;
Like diamond brooch in necklaces, they are;
The family has become nuclear to core.
These are the days of small a family norm;
Accidents kill more than diseases can;
Pampered, unloved remain children in form;
Spare not the rod and spoil not child, O man.
What is the use of all thy hard-earned wealth?
Teach them the sense of values in their life;
Important is their body’s/ mind’s/ soul’s health;
Their problems own, they must face that are rife.
Excessive love will spoil its good purpose;
Too much of shade too makes a plant’s growth worse.
poem by John Celes
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Pro-life…
I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.
And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.
I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.
I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.
But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!
What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife
If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!
The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small
Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.
I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.
Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.
Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
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Clouds and moon
Moon is easy love object and sought after
Can be seen so beautifully reflected even in water
He is calm with all his expressions and remains cool
Silver rays and pure love can’t make anybody fool
if he is to be protected then it has to be done
He should be approached easily by none
Something has to be there around for his shield
If all were to stake claim for him and field
He can’t be hidden even by clouds
Clouds thunder may create loud bang and sound
Love still can be felt far off and found
Moon’s face is glittering silver white in round
It is momentary set back for moon to reappear
With all spell bound force in dreams to appear
Love is not to fade away but to realize in sense
All love birds should feel and don’t have to remain tense
Don’t blame clouds for their darkness
It is nothing but form of kindness
You should not cry for lovely and passionate moon
I have to protect him to bring to you soon
No harm will be done to his lady lovers
I too shall accompany and bless him with showers
No garden will be ruined with flowers to dry
Don’t curse for his love and make endless cry
You will have your moon along with light
He will be seen with naked eye with full sight
No one can take him away from you as right
You need not cry or endlessly cry and fight
No one shall tease you for happy dreams
You may witness silver lights in its realms
You shall claim rightfully in your possession
Must feel contended with your holy obsession
I cover moon’s face with darkness to shield
No external ill power can make him to yield
Effect fades away lovely moon face
I hide his face to escape from race
All your fears are unfounded and based on error
It is plain fact and can be witnessed in the mirror
Your fate is not sealed but decided with destiny in favor
Moon will have to come with full force and reappear
Moon will remain there as symbol of great attachment
Slight disappearance cannot be termed as detachment
Many hearts may be seeing in him virtual embodiment
Love at heart and fulfillment of desire or contentment
O, moon you appear in your full boom
There should be no doubt or have any room
Whole world looks toward you as guiding force
There should be no single tear or any remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiul Of Love
Beautiul of love
beautiful of love.
beautiful of love.
beautiful of face,
when beauty with love,
beautiful of flower
when we love anyone;
beautiful is dreams in your sleep.
beautiful is in flowers...!
poem by Mohammed Yaseer
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
poem by David Bennett
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Be Mine My Love
roses are red
violets are blue
flowers so beautiful
they remind me of you
so beautiful to behold
so soft and sensual
a flower of such beauty
that makes me short of breath
a wild flower you are thats for sure
untamed and full of life
lighting up my life
if i propose will you become my wife
for my love for you is like a vice
one i find i gladly need in my life
you my flower you my love
take my hand as you have my heart
make me the happiest man alive
on this world of ours.
poem by Graham Russell
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Do You Love Your Children
Father do you love your children
I heard you do
But father will you help your children
We need you to
It could be worse I know its true
But only if we plan
La la la lady mary... its time to show your hand
La la la lady mary... and make a few demands
Children do you hope that someone
Is watching you
But do you feel the need for someone
I know I do
I think about it constantly
We really arent that wise
La la la lady mary... open up our eyes
La la la lady mary... and make us realize
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
Mother, do you love your children
I know you do
But mother do you know your children
Will poison you
The answer does not seem too clear
We look so hard ourselves
La la la lady mary... put your books back on the shelf
La la la lady mary... and save us from ourselves
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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