As Unreaiistic
It can be termed as unrealistic
We may never be united and remain static
Stick to old bitterness and never forget
The wounds of history and ailing fate
The situation might have remained different
The time would have proved very difficult
The hostility might have continued for long
And worst of it not to have removed the wrong
If you are sincere enough to take the challenges
They are the poverty, ignorance and Dark Age
We are closely aligned to the beliefs and disbeliefs
Those things have continued for ages without any relief
Powerful nations or poor ones remain at logger head
Millions have perished and unknown dead
We have failed to catch the nerves and have gone blind
The life has tuned hell and we are simply unkind
Time has come now to unite in resolve
With dedication and intent to solve
All known problems to be over for the betterment of humanity
Taken care off to the best of the ability
Let us all unite in single world region
Have understanding and permanent lien
What can we think and do in this regard?
Should it be simple one o look forward!
Not a single soul should be made sufferer
Even though we might not see eye to eye and differ
We are after all intellectual and human being
There should no discrimination for poor and king
At least let there be freedom of movement
Mass contacts across the border with agreement
This may help to improve healthy environment
As the world has remained hesitant for this moment
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An end to hostility
Hostility can never cease or end
If peace initiatives are not taken or feelers sent
It may go on worsening the situation
It may have distrust consequences if allowed long duration
Who has benefited from long hostile atmosphere?
Have they been able to create permanent sphere?
Has it paid any dividend for the times to come?
Only hatred, misery, pain and sufferings to welcome
It has helped only war mongers
We have struggled and remained as strangers
They have proved good businessman and managers
It has brought havoc, destruction and produced ravagers
They have vested interest to see that nations are reeling under poverty
They must remain under their subjugation and never emerge as mighty
It doesn’t augur well with their national interest and hence inflame the passion
Unrest, bankruptcy and misfortune force them to go in for submission
Nothing moves on tract with right spirit and harmony
Illegal funding and over throw of legitimate Governments with money
Subjects may reel under dictators without any freedom
No rights of any kind and prosperity witnessed random
Nations can’t be put under heels for longer period quietly
Their voice can’t be ruffled and crushed mercilessly
They may emerge strong form impossible certainty
It may prove their graveyard even if they are powerful or mighty
No nation can survive with permanent hostility
It may ruin them completely and reduce the ability
There is no reason and purpose behind its continuation
It may be proving stumbling block for their elevation
No one has benefited for continued struggle and lead to slavery
Hostility ahs crippled their economy with no future recovery
You may not be in position to regain glory or fame
You will be reduced to work as pawn with shame
If the peace initiative is lost then it will be very difficult
It may add to sufferings and confidence can never be built
Generations after generation may inherit the hatred
They may find no hope but gloom future to lead
Even in our normal life, we can’t afford to be less tolerant
Even thought it is our weakness and possibly inherent
It is very hard to forget treachery a and set backs
Even then it must be tackled wisely possibly with still more cracks
It is bound to yield promising result
Respect may instill the confidence and substitute for insult
Good confidence building measure may improve relation
Hostility may end for good with its cessation
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Age Old Dilemma
It has remained and been age old dilemma
But spelt well now by others and Dalai Lama
What we had understood about real life?
Was it merely passing time with very good wife?
That may be one good aspect
We failed to understand it and respect
It has always been a mystery and mirage
Lots of thesis can be written on long pages
Think of poor people who have nothing eat!
Look after family and children with two ends to meet
Very difficult to understand the philosophy in real terms
When situation is so tidy and cruelly turns
He has no where to go but fight to fill hunger
So much rage inside with lots of hatred and anger
Whole world seems against and remedy for poverty
Where is the time to remember good thing and almighty?
Those who have enough of means try for more wealth
They need enormous even at the cost of their health
Humanity is just farce and no value for human being
They want to have sway allover and rule as king
It may be naïve to discard such theory
It is cause of concern and worry
We spend the life in pursuit of money
There leaves less time to enjoy the honey
Life comes to an end when everything is in hand
Lots of relatives wait for speedy departure at the end
Since you have failed to realize happily with wealth
They want lion’s share after your early death
This dogma has remained for ever and may continue
No one has come out of it even after repeated review
It is mirage hunt that keeps us in fray
We are running after it and always going away
Some individuals successfully come out of it and enjoy
For them life is mission and should be continued with joy
It is likely not to come in thousands of years
So live up to full length even if some agony comes to bear
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Enough of thought
I gave enough of thought and read
Read and reread but not actually led
What it meant when barred by distance
There was not a single logic behind instance
Love as has been put is not a physical link
It is not for the page to feel touch of ink
It may rewrite what has been left behind
Yet that is not the criteria to find
Love is to find final refuge
Where two souls can unite and never refuse
Let there be onslaught from any quarter
It is not commodity to exchange or barter
There may rise many tidal waves
Take you up with it and bring down to save
Yet the wish does not fade
It keeps alive the hope to wed
You committed your eternal love with whole body
It is now my turn to feel it and nobody
I shall cling to it till the death
It is not only the resolve but good faith
No weapon can kill that spirit
I have know it from breath beneath it
I can never be separated
Till the find end we are united
No distance can make us separate
No luck or any thing can shape our fate
Let it take little longer or come late
I shall term it success in any rate
I won’t shed tears for not getting
I won’t fear even when time comes for submitting
As it has remained my long wish or desire
I shall remain there for whole life to admire
I have loved long beats of loving heart
That has remained so far unknown art
I am true love lover of feeling
Let that remain in me forever as loving
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A real chance
Can peace be not given a real chance?
What would happen if it tried at once?
No one is supposed to be bad at inner core
Only requires remote possibility to be explored?
Every heart beats for durable peace
Each and every individual wants to lead at ease
Who will want disturbed environment to lead?
The message is definitely understood and read
What forces us to be at logger heads and uneasy situation?
Why certain trouble spots be allowed to exist with its continuation?
Simple cosmetic surgery or casual care may not cure the ill
It certainly requires grater skill and strong will
We can understand the greed or lust for the land
We too can understand the long rivalry from friends
How can we afford it to continue for so many years?
We eagerly await the silence of guns in our ears
No matter how long we have remained as an enemy?
Not important how much treachery is committed by many?
It is still a long awaited peace trial for our survival
The sun will definitely shine more on its arrival
Some individuals may want it to worsen and add fuel
So many may come forward to play the role which is dual
Still it is not disheartening to hear some sincere efforts
Gradually it may be on wane with close and good rapports
It is not easy to spread the fire to neighborhood
It may engulf our own if not properly understood
Who will come forward and extinguish when faced with bitterness?
It is high time to wake up and show keenness and willingness
We have seen and witnessed the human tragedy in recent years
It is unbelievable and stories are refused to be heard by ears
How much colossal loss and disappearance of human lives in seconds?
No life, not even blade of grass and evaporation of water from ponds
Who is going to benefit from all this and at what cost?
When will it be realized by powerful or affected most?
Not that simple but not difficult also to be carried out
It is the only chance to be explored to avert the rout
Will we prefer to be called butchers or enemy of peace?
Will it not force us to rethink at the development of little tease?
I feel I am sworn enemy of hostility and futile wars
Not even sky will remain unaffected including stars
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Normal life
Normal life for ordinary people have become impossible
Life is full of hell and unbearable with troubles
Not a square meal can be afforded
Seized with tension and heavily loaded
May be the situation all over world
People have suffered but turned cold
Rich becomes richer and poor becomes poorer
Hard worker suffer and enjoys wrong doer
We are yet very lucky
We have the power to turn key
We make them to sit on throne
Next time see they are actually thrown
We are living democracy
But what can be condition with autocracy?
People may be really suffering
Execution and deportation must be concerning
People might have different situation and environment
Every cruel move may be moment for resentment
Force is met with force despite heavy popular movement
Eyes look towards sky for proudest moment
People have taken to arms
As last resort to remind and warn
Popular will may reign supreme
Country belongs to all and should be handled as team
Not a single innocent must be killed
Cemetery with dead bodies should not be filled
Whether one likes it or not
If warranted the war must be fought
To shed human blood is crime
But that is demand of time
Many hands may rise in support
It shall be deemed as horrible report
Freedom is not won with kind words
Sometimes bloody wars waged with sharp swords
It has deep sentiments high regard
No one expects any return or reward
Tomorrow sun may shine bright on homeland
We may stand together and cheer for motherland
With strong resolve that tomorrow may belong to our children
They must remember it for days to come and not forget even
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
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To live with crisis
We have learnt to live with the crisis
So much can be written as pure thesis
It is not that we have lost moral base
Everybody has become conscious and wants to be at ease
Those were the days when people used to rise in revolt
Some of the incidences were coming like jolt
It was never on expected lines and proved decisive
The people have risen to the occasion and not remained submissive
It is mass demonstration of strong resolve
If no grievances are addressed to or care is taken to solve
The public outburst is legitimate concern
It engulfs entire region in turn
People were offering life while facing bullets
They were putting obstacles at all outlets
The nationalist spirit was really at heart
They did not want even little to part
The nobility was never questioned
The royal houses were always honored
The public concern was their most priority
The olden history is praising this as their best quality
The duties and rights were equally weighed
The line was known and clearly laid
The loyalty was never in doubt
Today nothing of that sort talked about
Public has no time for such activities now
The glory and fame has become thing of past
No one may risk the life for silly reasons
There are no worth personalities to lead as persons
They have enough of stemina on tolerance
They want no more lesson or references
The radical steps has witnessed sea change
People have loved to live with the age
Now nothing bothers such as unrest and strikes
Unemployment and poverty has less dislikes
The statistics educate them about the real scene
The difficulties and problems are understood and seen
The student unrest or mass protest is seen as stage managed
The corporate bodies, politicians have never salvaged
The deep crisis concerning public at large
The end game is open and no one wants it to enlarge
The action is aimed at diverting the public opinion
Some of them are contemplated by the powerful unions
Greedy and local leaders are not staying behind
They too want their lions share to find
The public suffers as holy cow
Total concept and view points are changed now
No one has regard for humanity or nationality
Every one is trying to score so as to prove ability
Nothing has remained holy as it was before
No right persons are coming forward therefore
The public has understood the game
No one is prepared to share the blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A belief not common
What is common in us? This question baffled me most
This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost
How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life?
It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife
Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart
Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part?
The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent
It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current
Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation
Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation
Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed
Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered
If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color
Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings
it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing
Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul
Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul
World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same
We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame
Mother may not act different with her children
The love may flow unconditional and sudden
She may be rejoiced at children’s well being
They may one day attain high position or become kings
Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night
Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right
The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight
The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light
Still we have so many things in common
With little agony and pain, tears may roll on
The blood may come out when there is injury
The common color of blood may increase the fury
We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious
The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious
We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air
To fight for nothing is something called as unfair
Let us ignite the passion for humanity
Live and allow others to live with dignity
There is nothing different in the infinity
It is how you believe in fine quality
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Unity One
A single heartbeat reveals the whole state,
A single entity effects the whole system;
A voice can make millions move,
A single revolution can renew the whole world;
Freedom from corruption
Freedom from war
Freedom from discrimination
Freedom from all that is anti-human
If you love your freedom,
You will respect others' freedom too;
If you enjoy your rights,
You will want others to enjoy theirs;
If you want others to be right,
Get yourself right first;
Stand up for what's right,
And the whole world will join you.
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God created world
Alas! God created world
But He remained with different people in different fold
At some place he was Jesus and at some places he was Allah
So the people prayed differently in his honor with hurrah
We were same in his eyes but he created difference
Some one he made rich and some one poor by chance
Some places so hot and some very cold
So the people observed different pattern as was told
It is good to hear in right spirit
But on the name of religion some people may prefer not to greet
Black and white, lower and upper, shall remain for ever
Idealistic people may be praised but may find no shelter
Why then hatred in the name of religion?
He remained with them in different regions
Under different name and with different faith
But with only one fear that was not come as death
Now time has changed and roots have gone deep
No one is able to steer people out and keep
Under one umbrella for humanistic goal
To survive and share as universal gospel
When I worship "Sun" I see only light
I don't know about other people for any reasons to fight
The energy may be one and inspiration also one
Let us remain united for the cause of humane
Neither may we remain in this world
Nor any one can claim permanent fold
We need initiative that must look very much bold
As if taken out as verse and to be told
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Slavery or bondage
Is it not inhuman to keep person in bondage?
Can we escape it by merely saying it is practice since ages?
Is it blessings from God that you have been afforded chance?
Will it not be the gravest mistakes on your part and last chance?
It is sheer madness to keep human beings under chain
Why not allow them to mix with their brethren and remain?
Who would not be in position to read agony and plight in their eyes?
Will it be considered as prestigious position if you held many slaves?
It is product of sick mind coupled with total disregard to almighty
Whatever you do to keep somebody under yoke is simply a pity?
Is it a curse or shame to have birth in the form of human being?
Is it the prerogative of mighty, wealthy or powerful kings?
When I see in the eyes of animals they try to see in with hopes?
Neck has deep wounds and all flies just attack when they are tied in ropes
How can we see human beings kept under bonded position?
Is it blind faith, malign intent or racial composition?
We committed slavery on the basis or race, color and poverty
We considered them inferior or property from war booty
It was altogether jungle rule and misconception in mind
Considered it as status symbol with no parrerels to find
It is against natural law of justice and to be condemned
Voice should be raised and system should be damned
Where millions die for the want of food under slavery
How can we talk of justice or an act of bravery/
I wish to perish along with millions of unfortunate souls
They may not have an idea or feel the game of fouls
They may accept as mere destiny or simple fate
Luck may sometimes come to them very very late
Slavery mushrooms out of ignorance and poverty
They have always suffered under the power of mighty
They are made to suffer under the slavery yoke
It is not only inhuman but pretty and cruel joke
Men has always tried to undermine the authority of God
Tried to play under different games and committed fraud
It is not confined to one region, race or continent
It has to be curbed altogether with contentment
My head bows in shame for all those who still suffer
We may have different ideas to tackle and differ
Still it is shameless act and need not be faced
It is His will to spare all with honor and graced
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Why Tell Me About It I know All Too Well
Why tell me about It I know all too well
That many are living in their Earthly Hell
The hungry the homeless the poor and downtrod
They must be the children of some Lesser God.
Why tell me about it I know for the have nots life must seem unfair
So many grow poorer for every new millionaire
The scourge of poverty rife in every Race
In a fair Human World this would not be the case.
Even in so called wealthy Nations poverty does abound
Not too far from where the rich live the homeless to be found
The streets of the poor suburb a breeding ground for crime
Where many don't live to enjoy their life's prime.
Why tell me about it of course I'm aware
That the poor of the World have never been rare
And millions are living in dire poverty
In a fair Human World this would never be.
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Known As Fighter
Basically I am known as fighter
Mix with all and release the fun after
Friends call me high headed
But at all points rightly I have conceded
I am fond of and little soft at young females
May be weakness for beautiful males
But that is natural for all human being
Whether he is poor or mighty king
I remembered one incidence of past
The relation abruptly ended very fast
Before we could silently enjoy the bond
I was pushed to corner virtually to remain as second
No doubt she had powerful back ground
She was rich and was often found
With rich of high status as single
This was the only reason to invite trouble
She may move with me but always careful
Show the richness and to some extent was also successful
Many people may often approach me and say
'You are lucky and have found the way '
Unfortunately it did not last long
I was waiting for it to be proved wrong
In fact I was wrong to assume falsehood
Failed completely in anticipation and never understood
It is lovely to dream but painful to scream
Equally distrustful when blocked by the stream
When two unequal people openly clash
There is enough of sound with flash
There should be meeting of ground
Then only identities are found
Equal respect should be given for work and honor
Nothing should then be done which is uncalled for
Large volume of water thereafter has flown in river
But situation has not altered any where
We come across same situation and wonder
Why is it so that we fail to move forward and stick there?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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World as family
“Vasudhev katumkam”
On this concept world keeps mum
Its broad meaning of world as one
Who can deny it ………….?
Whole world is my family“
Does this word seem silly?
It may not realize it early
Everybody must think it honestly
It is not dreamt with blurred vision
World at large may benefit from its conversion
It is not mere a concept of globalization
In broad term it is thought rationalization
Why is it necessary to talk about world order?
Where we can dream of no barrier or border
What an unarmed movement of people can alter?
Will it not alleviate the sufferings of the poor|?
Think of people exchanging simple hello
World may not seem to them as hollow
If they share happiness, joy and grief
World may remain so large and need no brief
Colour, cast. Creed and jealousy may disappear
People may come closer and agony bear
Love, peace, harmony may be seen and heard
Open blue sky with freedom as birds
Let there be flow of clean air
No discrimination and treatment fair
Humanity at large may mushroom and grow
Friendship River may wash the bank and flow
It is not holistic ideas but an eventual reality
We may not realize its importance and futility
If this can be made as virtual possibility
World may not shirk fast as probability
Let us resolve and think of it as noble view
Sit together and make realistic review
We may not have time to watch our action
Humanity may suffer on account of reaction
God sent us in complete free world
As an infant we did not witness hot or cold
We believed what we were made to observe
Should we not expect better world and deserve?
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Might is right
It is always the fact that might is right
They will go on till the end to fight
They may do it with the speed of light
They have the wisdom and long sight
Small insects kill smaller one
Big also kill little one and go on
It is complete cycle of exploitation
Everybody looses in turn and in rotation
So if rich rule the scene then nothing wrong
Not all can be in race and come along
It is sheer coincidence that mighty rule
Otherwise not all the people are fool
Person with abundance can sustain losses
He may have no regret even if looses
This gives them little advantage
Rest all feel confined to cage
Once you are under domination you are bound to suffer
You may have no rights other than to differ
So poor remain poor and rich gets richer
Poor remain suppressed for times to come
Rich are dominating and always welcome
Corruption has engulfed poor and rich alike
Everybody is influenced and affected with hike
No one wants to remain as poor like
Rich too wants not to become poor and dislike
This is tendency that we feel pity for poor
We have seen them knocking the door
But it is the system that will remain forever
Even if God descends on earth it will be there
If you have same system with no discrimination
No one may work and develop alienation
They will feel free with passing of responsibility
Here comes then the end of clear and distinct ability
If you have system with loop holes anybody will escape
No one can restrict the temptation or put the cap
Only the poor fail to emerge for the want of resources
The powerful emerge and re-emerge with full force
The oppression part is little disturbing
No one can force or go on curbing
No one can be forced to undergo torture
Even God has made it very sure
The rich may have disliking for poor
Poor to may have tendency to show exit door
It has been clash of time for centuries and very old
No one can buy it or arguments can be sold
Lord may wish so for all His children
He may even grant the same blessing even
Yet that difference may remain and even if not
The needless wars might not have been fought
The human beings may create it to rule
They make use of all available tools
Rich may tackle poor and poor may tackle down trodden
As the system remains same with all the odds even
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Let Us All Unite and Ensure That No Longer Such Mishaps Repeat
Savita Halappanavar could have been saved
Had the dead fetus been surgically removed in time
This surgical procedure cannot be termed abortion
As the fetus ceased to be fetus as it is dead
When Savita requested for its removal
We are advanced and ever advancing
But why can't we come out of the shell of
Religious dogmas
And show the world that
We are human beings first and then only
We identify ourselves
With the nation we are born in
With the religion we are practicing
With the language we speak
With the community we hail from
We failed to identify as a human being
In the process
We lost a woman for no fault of hers
This version is making rounds as of now, but
Whom to blame, as a life is lost
The doctors probably allowed Savita to suffer
As still they claim there was fetal heart beat
Might have ventured a risk
Thinking that Savita would stand that for some more time
Before going for the surgical intervention
But death won the race
This version too makes it round
The land where this tragedy occurred is
Too well known for its pre and post natal care
And hence some find it difficult to believe
That such an incident gets reported
As negligence and gynecologists of that land never go together
Some talk about protest against anti-abortion lobbyists
Some talk about religious adherence
Some talk about racial discrimination
Some talk about so many other things
Let us forget all that
Let this unforeseen death be not become a divide between us
Let us console the widower
Let us pray for peace of the departed soul
Let us extend apologies to bereaved families
If the death has really occurred because of human error
Either technical or otherwise
Let us all unite and ensure
That no longer such mishaps repeat
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Over Decades
No one has counted dead over decades
Yet it is compulsion to resume the trade
'It is life line and must' diplomats argue
'Peace is above all with trust' we too feel it is due
How long a shell will come and hit?
To the soldiers on border and greet
Take away life for humanity to curse
What else to do when it is needed for peace?
Many more may die in future
No one is certain about it or very much sure
Borders are silent but under illusory calm
One more spark and may cause greater harm
I shall weep for centuries along with new generations
Good sense may prevail and new era may start for good relation
Not a single soul must be lost and bodies be left as unaccounted
Great amount of efforts may be pure thrust and to be amounted
I am tired of this blood shed on my surface
How can I bless all when grief is seen on the face?
Forget about calm borders but situation within
At such alarming stages that it can hardly be called as freedom's win
Soldiers die on border, farmers' suicide on local front
Whose theory we believe, digest or simply confront?
Why poor suffer for the want of two square meals?
What are we all enjoying on the name of freedom deal?
My surface may remain red crimson with blood
Sometimes I may witness deaths due to flood
When will I have little respite from my lovely children?
Can any one say including sons of soil, saints or politicians even?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anywhere you like
You suggested to me let us meet anywhere,
A place Where HE is not there,
We then will have enough freedom,
With close quarter and ruling the wisdom,
We exchanged so many pleasantries,
Life was to level with your words and commentaries,
No distance seemed between ocean and countries,
Neither mountains, hills nor any boundaries,
We had feelings for each other,
Relation still didn't grow any further,
Eyes met and said to one another,
Let us not forget this moment and bother
I prayed HIM sincerely for your hand,
He smiled and blessings lend,
I looked at you for further acceptance,
You okayed it without any insistence
Now I have enough courage and bold strength,
I could go and meet you at any length,
Is it not necessary to see each other before we marry?
Life' as challenge was to be understood and carry,
He was hesitant for slight moment,
I too did not allow him for single movement,
Slight delay was causing me some concern,
I was not prepared for sudden and any 'U' turn,
I offered my self for holy deal,
I was there for his wounds to heal,
With only condition for him to be real,
Waited for his approval for the final seal
What word was I expecting from his mouth?
I did not care whether he was from north or south,
I wanted firm commitment and promise,
Relation was to be permanent..................
I was not here for simple game,
He was not here for charge or fame,
it was an earnest attempt to do with sincerity,
What was at stake//////////? Nothing but simple clarity
I didn't know what all I did,
conscious very clear and didn't hide,
talks very clear and nothing to confide,
sincere desire with best offer to provide
I am not sure of what others might say
I want to have perfect guy in my way
He will come and grab me for ever
I want to rest on his solder forever
He must know what I am and what does it mean?
I can offer my complete conscience and lean
I want to know definitely and precisely learn
Will there be any treachery or any ugly turn?
He can be whole and sole for me
I may consider him as holy gift from thee
Since I know he is meant for my existence
I simply don’t worry for his continued absence
See to it that it is done with all good show
Allow me the freedom to mushroom and grow
I will stand all the taste of cruel wind
I stand there alone and you may find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Making
What do we think of love making?
Does that not need complete backing?
Pure understanding with total commitment
In fact a holy and sincere moment
Does it need show of gesture?
Are they confident or very sure?
That they may blossom in desert
No certificated need from an expert
It is self controlled origination
With no ill feeling or bad intention
It can be ordinary individual’s safe heaven
A place to live in without asking even
Under open sky few exchanges of words
Commitment to go ahead and look forward
Shape the destiny and mould the way
Staying together till the end and not going away
Not all people may be lucky
The situation can become so sticky
It might prove sometimes very difficult
But love has distinction of its own with fine cult
Let no hurdle be created in their cruise
It is their wish and choice
Let us wish all the best in their new resolve
Let them stand together, look forward and solve
It is natural process and must be respected
At least once we must remain non- reacted
It comes as once in life time chance
It must be honored and strengthened at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You are only one
Why at all I need to understand that you are only one?
To take me to opposite shore is beyond the capacity any one
The days spent in ignorance are once for all gone
I know nothing about the remedy to be taken
I am sure sincere surrender will do some good
He is merciful and will take me out of wood
I shall not be selfish enough to warrant any intervention
I want secret blessings with or without any mention
You have done all what ever you could do for entire universe
Who knows where from you control allow no one to curse
Every one is satisfied with whatever they got or have
Only the have to take pledge to act honest and nicely behave
Nothing is likely to take place even if you disallow his existence
It will not be difficult for him but worsen situation at your insistence
We are not that supreme to stand up to the natural tragedies
He is powerful of all to take care and offer remedies
Even thousand of bulbs can not light part of the surface
It is beyond our strength and capability in any case
Not a blade of grass or leaves shake without His will
This impression must be borne in mind to think and fill
The rising tides come to a peaceful level
The high speed boats and huge ships easily travel
The wind favors to their onward journey and take to safety
This all happens with the blessings from the almighty
I am no exception and can not stand alone
No one may buy my idea and I shall remain single and one
It is not the strange like things but a simple reality
God is there and may remain so with all divine abilities
I wanted to refrain from passing any adverse comment
Such thing was troubling me with wrong movement
I was carried away with some sense of superiority
I had leaned into dark area with such kind of inferiority
What is a magic spell in your Name?
Whole world wants to come near and claim
Close proximity with all blessings
I consider it an end of the beginning
What if I have to gain whole world
But loose a soul in sequence and feel cold
No moral ground or authority to stand fast and hold
Give me lord enough of courage to face all as very bold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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