Breeze on Fingers
I got cold breeze on fingers
As I waved hand in full mood as singers
Complete calm and lull prevailed in atmosphere
I was in search of peace to come from somewhere
It is said” peace descend in the early morning”
As all divinity and blessings start from the evening
God too go for quiet retirement and think of universe
And think of the human beings to relieve from the curses
I believer strongly in some of the powers
Sometimes it compels me to seek some the answers
I think in isolation of great divinely feeling
Even though I am quite calm and no pressure is reeling
Yes, it is fact and no one can dispute
It may inject spirit and to all may suit
Whether they are singers, philosophers or loiters
It is just the same for those whoever wishes to enter
The birds sing in melodious tune
I definitely see some good fortune
Not in terms of material or money
It is time to laugh at or look funny
There is hidden energy to feel its first pulse
The cool wind may make touch and get repulsed
This will energies the pulses to become active
Harness in right direction without being called reactive
The sun is waiting to make its first appearance
All are in hurry to disappear at once
It is time to say good bye to old unsettled things
Prepare for final assault and to score for something
Each day to bring new hope with some results
New ideas come up in quick way and built
Each one with restrictions and certain limit
Decision is to be taken in a manner to be considered as fit
Soon the breeze will go away and sun may shine
I may look fresh and feel very fine
I may have nothing to do for it to look adventurous
But certainly it will be pursued as goal and continuous
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A day to start with....
Why our day starts with beautiful music in ear?
Why it doesn’t fail even for single day in year?
Cuckoo airs melody at an appointed hour
Whole atmosphere echoes it with good odor
All birds have special character
We may find them usually in every sector
They have their own specialty to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialty of its kind
Cuckoo is only one bird with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She airs lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine with her song may alert even fool
It is pleasant to hear her voice with music
It generates thrill and creates good magic
God might have gifted it to one in million
Music with beauty is considered as real union
Cuckoo is black but considered as melody queen
Everybody may listen to and seems to be very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be called God's messenger
It is early definitely some signal in the morning
Telling the world about impeding danger and stern warning
“You be sweet to all” and remain close to heart
Jump to brisk but later on turn it to good start
Nature is very kind to human being
It doesn’t differentiate between poor and king
Its flow is uniform and even in all the direction
Seasons too follow the suit with equal action
In every action you may witness complete harmony
It may not be possible with us or in fact with many
It is tragedy and must be looked as not good sign
We must love to live with peace and feel fine
If birds don’t ignore the nature then why do we?
Why we remove the trees and make them refugee
We loose the shed and they loose the home
We know nothing and aimlessly roam
Nature never deserts us and offer fine place
How easily we can forget and replace?
We can act thankless and invite the wrath
It is one step away from loosing faith
Had there been any other option for us to follow?
We could have made the land to go barren and allow
Complete destruction of natural property to pave the way
For other things to come up and permanently stay
No body can save us from possible fall out
It will be no retreat but invitation to drought
Complete extermination of mankind without battles fought
What do we seek in reality? Survival or rout?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As an artist
As an artist, I have developed some liking
Think about natural objects and surroundings
It is gift from nature with divine feelings
Anybody would exclaim and start praising
Right from the early breeze to down of the day
It is Almighty’s world seen exclusively from different way
There is so much mystery around all the objects
It is quite natural to arouse interest with subjects
The sweet melody is heard in the morning
It has become almost casual with warning
One has to rise early in order to witness nature
This is right occasion to observe in proper manner
The wind blow slowly with cool breeze
One may feel fresh but will not freeze
The feet may experience dews presence
No noise or pollution and complete peace hence
Slowly darkness escapes from the clutch
The bright ray has to descend with light to switch on
Only red shine in the extreme end of sky
As if the earth is awaiting and feel very shy
The advent of light completely change the scene
Everybody is gearing up and activity is clearly seen
It has brought new message of challenge
Everybody may try to solve it with different range
I have noticed from morning to evening
A complete change from time to time with swing
The mood change on each and every moment
You have golden opportunity to observe the movement
I see the rays coming out from dark clouds
They silently move without making any sound
It is not their finest hour to go around
They may move in isolation and sometimes not even found
I compare it with autumn in life
Life may not be easy but torn with strife
I choose the color and try to depict
The nature is very kind and not that strict
It may sweep away many lives
The old people may depart as dry leaves
The new born may make it sweet with their cry
The atmosphere may be filled with enough of joy
I take less interest in autumn
I long for peace and solomony affirm
I stick to nature law and confirm
Complete allegiance with it and remain infirm
I wait for spring to come with message
A union in offing with very good passage
My brush move with different colors
To form beautiful rainbow indoors
I may not be able to supplement natural spirit
It will deem as if lantern is dimly lit
The sun may blind our eyes to look beyond
The artist may paint it by looking refection in pond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An urge to know
Man by nature feels urge to know
To know is to be not content with but still grow
To seek things beyond their appearance
It is very hard to go for their acceptance
We should question their authenticity beyond
We may seek them or may be very fond
It is very vast pond with plenty of water
It can satisfy us and help the needs to cater
We have no slightest idea or their information
We seek easy access and quick transformation
We are by nature eager to know and very curious
Until it is clarified we may remain anxious
Man is dedicated and his nature is very broad
He may continuously think and carry the load
He has vague ideas about possession of powers
He may approach not all but fewer
Man is composed of what he has and what he lacks
He monitors all movements and tracks
He uses his intellectual gifts
He solves it all without any rift
He has some powers to tackle the issues
He may still need something for the dues
The most failure part is to know more
It urges person to try and explore
There lies insufficiency in man’s power or knowledge
It may have not power to cut any edge
Man may say “I don’t know” is insufficient one
He doesn’t posses the power as not with any one
God know everything and man can’t compare
This can’t help him and lead anywhere
Man needs to know that he is ignorant
This forms basic question and is very important
This factor is very important to analyze
It is his weakness and he must realize
How can he feel ache is important factor?
He can feel contended and emerge as victor
It is know fact that man by nature is curious
Any failure makes him nervous and furious
He is knowledgeable enough not to be vicious
He has all the powers to associate continuous
He awaits good response but unable to get
He has basic instinct to forgo and forget
He may compromise and allow things to pass or let
He has everything in mind tries hard to set
Time may tell about fortune or misfortune
He needs one chance or time very opportune
He must be able to assess properly and align with the tune
The success may touch his feet and smile the fortune
The man is considered to be wise animal
He can plan the thing upon its arrival
No body can impose any will on him
He has all the blessings from HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Profusion
There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine
There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
(Spoken:)
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love intention
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
song performed by by Madonna
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Tears On Face
How come my desperation on surface?
How my eyes show tears with crying face?
What reaction people may get from my sad appearance?
What makes this so apparent with its presence?
I shall prefer to mix with children
Play with them and forget pain even
I shall try to test their innocence
Forget about everything called romance
I would mix with strangers
Try to know their wishes, happiness and anger
Will not compare with what I am suffering
But try to know what can make them happy by my offering
I would not like to miss gentle wind
Coolness, breeze and everything to find
How one can give happiness at little try?
I would then assess fairly and feel very shy
I would not cry when hear baby’s cry
It will her or his earnest try
To adjust with new world
Then how can I feel bad and turn cold?
I shall avoid evil’s company
That will be offered willingly by many
I shall shut the eyes and search for something new
Then it will be different thing on face to view
I shall seek melody in some verses
Harmonize it with words and themes
I shall seek birds to sing with me
Make me feel good with ideas totally free
I shall look at shining sun beam
They have reflection of my dream
I shall not be alone but part of team
As plant will try to come out of stem
Why did I forget that happiness lies within?
Only heart was required to win
Rest was within contentment and happiness
The joy and happiness would have clearly been seen on the face.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Spring Has
Spring has lovely means to bring
All birds together with cuckoo to sing
Not by poor along but also king
To feel about change around the ring
Young veins allow and open to flow
For fresh blood to speed fast and show
Its real color for nature's love
Trust it more and strongly believer
It is time for changing old cloth
We it is nice time for both
To breathe and stay together
To be called innocent and passionate lover
It is in fact a lesson
For various reasons
If natures adopts change
We should look forward and manage
Love is to be made exception
It has no reason to feel for relation
It is same in autumn or monsoon
But spring may make it possible soon
What a way to observe and watch?
To get lost in moment to catch
Move around in hand to hand
Not to make others to feel jealous about friend
Moon is the only witness
Where lovers find their true face
No way to get lost over in any case
As it seems to be the only race
Silver light hunts around
Make all surrounding silvery to be found
Not only beautiful land but trees too shine
Make it superfluous to feel fine
I close the eyes when go near
Just lower the lips without any fear
It makes soul to feel and bear
The closeness to feel with few tears
It shall be endeavor of both souls
To seek solace and warmth not to commit fails
It is one of the memorable moments
To feel and make other to feel as heavenly sent
It may soon slip over to autumn
Many lovers may think bad and condemn
Yet it is change and time to settle down
To know each other and own
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The Evening Breeze
Often, I lie solus,
On white sand-banks
Of the large pond
In my ancestral land,
When the evening breeze
Gently touches the divinity,
Hidden somewhere in mortal body:
I feel I cannot normally feel.
Oh! I wish the evening breeze,
Too heavenly and wondrous,
Brought out my grandmother
Sleeping just under,
With whom I used to enjoy the breeze,
On these sands white,
In green days, later became defoliate!
Indeed, it can if it willed.
The evening breeze brings
Smell of soap suds,
Which forms on mind-board
The damsel in the nude;
Soon, the breeze brings
Holiest odour
Of frankincense and incense smoulder:
So in the breeze I sin and purge.
Often, I lay tired on sands;
All sweat drops dried in the evening breeze;
All my spirit revived;
And fresh morrow waited.
Evening chants of diverse creeds:
All in breeze united.
Seraphic breeze pats on every head,
Still nobody sees it.
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The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Late Spring, Early Summer
Breeze Blowing Along with the light Misty Rain
Ah.....How wonderful the smell
So Fresh, So Crisp
Reminding Me of Grandma's Homemade Pie
Ah.....That Breeze Blows letting the Smell glisten through the Air
Right into My Window, Soft as a Rabbit's Fur
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
I just lie back on the bed and relax
That smell brings a Calm Peaceful feeling over me
Peace...
Ah....How great that feels...
Wonderful
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Field of fresh Blueberries...Bushes Full
Sweet, Soft, Spring, Summer
Breeze Blowing, The Mist of Rain
Ah....Bring on the peace...The Wonderful Feeling
Beautiful..... Is that ' The Smell of Purple is in the Air '
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With Love Winter I Encounter
Winter is a cool season
Teaching in coolness a lesson
To each and every person
Get profits those who listen
In the night when it snows
The reason God alone knows
Coldness affects the nose
Entry to Air nose will close
Especially during Winter
Chill breeze will happily enter
For everything Sun is the center
To Sun, God alone is the mentor
Will come in Winter light-festival
All await eagerly its arrival
It will bring in mood superb revival
That festival helps in peace-survival
Winter night will be so chill
Feeling it will give a strange thrill
Too much of it will make body ill
Doing in moderation needs skill
Darkness will come quickly
Morning feelings will be sickly
Sun will be late, but will come luckily
Fog and snow will spread thickly
Stars and Moon will brightly shine
To prove the presence of Divine
Chill weather is sometimes fine
Rest of the time, it is a fine
Winter will congest the chest
Severe cold will be the guest
Doctors may take a test
But that cold, only God can arrest
Taking a cup of hot milk
Will bring energy in bulk
Night Sky will shine like silk
So there is no need to sulk
In case body is exposed
Punishment will be imposed
Nature can never be opposed
'God is Nature' is by all supposed
Winter is by God alone brought
Cool lessons are by Winter taught
Even the Sun decides not to be hot
Though a change will be by all sought
Festivals will come one by one
To rejuvenate the mood of everyone
They will give all Heavenly fun
Peace of mind will be won
Holy Christmas will come as a boon
Happy New Year will also arrive soon
Bliss will dazzle like the full Moon
Will be chill even the afternoon
Gradually Winter will depart
Giving maximum pleasure to heart
Valuable education it will impart
Winter is Nature's unique art
After rainy season Winter is born
Quoting pleasant spring, do not scorn
Seasons are Divine Angels I kindly warn
Love them during eve, night and morn
Winter, Spring, Autumn, and Summer
Must make your mood calmer
Rainy season has its own glamor
To complain against, never even murmur
God is the one and only true owner
Pray to Him in a peaceful manner
They are born out of God's magic spanner
God surely cannot be a bad planner
To Winter body must adjust
Winter's chill, skin must digest
No use if all beings protest
All must participate in seasons' contest
No season is superior to Mother
Her touch will be softer than feather
She can make all hardship wither
So tackle seasons with mom's love brother
In case your mother is no more
Mental peace prayer will restore
If benign acts you continue to store
A place in Heaven you can score
O- Winter- Run not like a sprinter
You are made by God- the carpenter
Beings fear only death- the hunter
Until end's arrival, let life be a banter.
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Love Is Good Medicine
Love is such good medicine
As it is completely divine
Lord has mixed blessings in it
You may feel enough of strength in feet
Feel glad and very much a part
With clean and good start
It can be proved heavenly
To be felt joyful by you evenly
You might have been cheated
Deceived and left behind as ill fated
Yet all occasions can't be equated
As love is unique and directly related
Sea waters can be turned sweet
Hatred can be removed if you openly greet
Love has enough of strength to combat
Turn bad luck into fortune to look at
What even if you have whole world?
Miss the love and feel barren cold
What has it to do with your lovely feeling?
It may serve as death penalty even if not killing
Storm the fort and capture
Don't be late and make it sure
Just enter as victorious man
With all the elegance of human
Love can never deceive anyone
Its pulse can be felt by everyone
No one must feel if something has gone wrong
Love can be heard in birds, nature or in any song
Enjoy it with cool mind even if forbidden by luck
Love may suddenly emerge and silently strike
You may be caught unaware and feel nervous
Still it is all for you to feel as very good means
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Miss You
I miss you
When I'm over here
I feel down that I won't see you again
When I'm with you I’m all jolly
I enjoy being with you when we're together
You get me so well
I miss you
So much when you're not here with me
I feel like, I have been left in the rain alone waiting for you to come to me
You make me laugh when I'm sad or not in a good mood
Being with you been such an exciting time of my life
Now is all over
I miss you
I can't stop thinking about you
You probably going to feel the way when you don't see me anymore
You are an amazing person that I ever meet
Will things be the way it used to be or it won't?
I miss you when you're not here with me
I feel like, I have been left in the rain alone waiting for you to come to me
You make me laugh when not in a good mood
Being with you been such an exciting time of my life
Now is all over
I miss you when you somewhere else and
Not here with me
I feel so lonely without you here by my side
What am I supposed to do without you?
I miss you
When you are not here with me
I hope one day to see you again
I will be crying and hugging you tight
Baby I don't want to leave you
I just want to be with you and don't want this day to end
I miss you
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Simple Act
Look around and find something useful
See that you are not hunting to look fool
When nothing seems perfect and full
Don’t become worthless and mere tool
Time is essence and really healing factor
We play as mere stage actor
We got pick coming signals
As they bring warning with their arrivals
Hear and learn from your dreams
Those scenes may speak of whims
If you fear of complete failure
Trust your soul and make it sure
Go to one side of corner and be silent
Watch over it and offer no comment
It may add more pain and agony’
If you cry and disclose it to many
Feel the comfort at heart
This is considered as very good art
You may find it in nature’s refuge
It is so vast, apparent and very huge
You may hear breathless leaves with no noise
You may feel cold in breeze with lots of promises
What do they speak of silently in your ears?
A positive attitude infused in mind for coming years
You can visualize the firmness sans illusions
Steel like resolve with no more confusion
Nothing can take away your gentle feeling
As you are near to Him and almost willing
But touch the blowing wind
Think over it and bear in mind
You are the sole judge
World is finished once you bend and misjudge
See the ship has set direction
Sails through storms with simple action
Reaching shore is simple object
This should be final score with simple act
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Bird
I saw beautiful bird
'Cuckoo' by name and with lovely voice cord
Always there to bring about some cheers for human being
As they love the nature and in praise sing
I saw the pain and dryness in bird's voice cord
The bird watched towards sky and jumped forward
This was not good omen and I feared some bad fallout
I thought of certain short fall in rain resulting in draught
Dark clouds were no where seen
With little sweet melody you can witness the scene
I helplessly observed no change
As bird felt it and could hardly raise
Some people pick the sense and raise the concern
They too predict something bad and speak it in turn
Rain God may not be kind this year
If it is to be believed in ears
Birds give good indication of seasons
Their arrival in time with reasons
They pick it with their hidden sense
They express joy with their presence
Take morning stroll if you can
You may feel freshness of air without fan
It blows gently to instill new energy
A real blessings and chance from almighty
I always to see beautiful things around
Cool breeze to feel and dews on the ground
It is really wonderful to think of best friend
Nature as such is our close ally to stand by
Let us be with birds to celebrate
Enjoy its presence and strongly relate
We have to share more burdens
As we have lost some ground and faith is shaken
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good Morning, Good Morning
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's o.k.
Good morning, good morning...
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street
Good morning, good morning...
After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing has changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's o.k.
Good morning, good morning...
People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is getting dark.
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife.
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that i'm here.
Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's o.k.
Good morning, good morning...
song performed by by Beatles
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Nice Appeal
Why flowers have nice appeal?
Why do they look so natural?
Is it god's blessings for their appearance?
To observe them with keen interest is pure and lucky chance
We are deeply involved with day to day involvement
Find so many restrictions to make some happy moments
Some of us even don't have opportunity to see rising sun
Have feeling of morning breeze and synchronized it with health run
Flowers may appeal and attract
Yet we are forbidden to act
Pluck, keep for sometime and throw
Have fragrance for a while and experience blow
We as human being are like flowers
Enjoy it in open when rain dazzle with showers
Child age is considered full of innocence
But love is always there in its presence
With advent of young age
Your fancy comes out of the cage
You long for beautiful and lovely company
That is sometimes praised and condemned too by many
Young people find their own time
Choose the flower and enjoy sometimes
It is considered as sacred and heavenly sent
Bodies touch with bodies, curl and bend like serpents
Such is magic of beauty and totally unconcerned by any laws
It may have our blessing despite some dangers and flaws
Yet that has been accepted as natural act
We are meant for each others in fact
We may definitely weigh in favor of attachment
To bring about lovely union with happy moments
Yet we bleed some times leaving behind deep scars
Souls separate for no reasons and choose to go very far
With one passionate touch on forehead
Whole universe comes to our feet and felt by blood
Vanes expand to rush it heavily and send signal
Beware! Spring is round the corner and waiting for arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
And at its end, to stay the eye,
Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand!
Birds here make song, each bird has his,
Across the girdling city's hum.
How green under the boughs it is!
How thick the tremulous sheep-cries come!
Sometimes a child will cross the glade
To take his nurse his broken toy;
Sometimes a thrush flit overhead
Deep in her unknown day's employ.
Here at my feet what wonders pass,
What endless, active life is here!
What blowing daisies, fragrant grass!
An air-stirr'd forest, fresh and clear.
Scarce fresher is the mountain-sod
Where the tired angler lies, stretch'd out,
And, eased of basket and of rod,
Counts his day's spoil, the spotted trout.
In the huge world, which roars hard by,
Be others happy if they can!
But in my helpless cradle I
Was breathed on by the rural Pan.
I, on men's impious uproar hurl'd,
Think often, as I hear them rave,
That peace has left the upper world
And now keeps only in the grave.
Yet here is peace for ever new!
When I who watch them am away,
Still all things in this glade go through
The changes of their quiet day.
Then to their happy rest they pass!
The flowers upclose, the birds are fed,
The night comes down upon the grass,
The child sleeps warmly in his bed.
Calm soul of all things! make it mine
To feel, amid the city's jar,
That there abides a peace of thine,
Man did not make, and cannot mar.
The will to neither strive nor cry,
The power to feel with others give!
Calm, calm me more! nor let me die
Before I have begun to live.
poem by Matthew Arnold
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It is with you
It is with you but lying active
Very faithful and becomes reactive
At beautiful object of nature
To make you feel and make it very sure
Love more any of the thing you like so dearly
Accept the fact and come to term happily
To part with is not totally forgone
It may remain with you as memory by gone
Very sensitive and important part
Were everything is stored and not allowed to depart
With little excitement it will start
It is gift from nature as an art
You may love a person from distance
This may sometimes turn out to be at once
You go after it till the death
People may remember you more while laying wreath
Love is second name of sacrifice
It is also keeping of good promises
It has not the mention of hugs and kisses
It is sincere feeling and full of good wishes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Relevance
You are Special. Believe it or not
But why things are unnecessarily fought
Once it has got no relevance
And almost with nil importance
Why is it that you worry on other lines?
When they can be pushed to sidelines
When something can not deliver good?
We should throw it away as junk food
What even if you called a failure?
How their help can make you to cure?
It is useless to spend energy on simple gossip
When it is needed to issue appeal or whip
Let them see anything in you and comment
You have set goal with movement
You are master of your own destiny
Leave aside all worries and work with only harmony
You are single and have personal identity
This should be considered as precious quality
One needs to harness and surge ahead
It may only provide you clear lead
It is nice if you can think about
Take pain to listen to somebody’s shouts
But ultimate decision is taken by you
And this only will take you through
At the time if taking crucial decision
Your opinion must be prevailed with precision
At no stage it must be hindered with confusion
As it is crystal to you and not based on any illusion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Listen To Music
Listen to music
To change your mood
A fast beat
May make you shrewd
Listen to music
Just to relax
A melodious one
May freeze you as wax
Listen to music
Out of some passion
A slow beat
May keep you from tension
Listen to music
With a fresh cool breeze
A divine rythm
May keep you in peace
Listen to music
To keep doctors away
A classic tune
May keep your ail at bay
Listen to music
When your mind goes dull
A Rehman's composition
May cheer you up well
Listen to music
Just before you sleep
A bethoven's melody
May make your's deep
Listen to music
When your worries attack you
Then see those worries
Running out of view
Listen to music
When you turn as a angry hound
Your favourite beat
May cool you down
Listen to music
But when time says ''no''
Sing a song
And live so long
poem by Abinaya Saravanan
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