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But not alone

You are single but not alone
You have stood firm but not gone
Not wild but rose pink flower
The ran dropp only take care and shower

He did not think before sending you
You have extra ordinarily proved true
He did not find suitable alternative
Your were not choosey or selective

He put everything in one art form
You were hastily planned and born
His highness of big kingdom was his mind
He assigned the job for Hasmukh to find

He forgot to convey message to this earthly man
Jihan meanwhile grew to the full status of woman
Her charm spread all over the globe
Frantic search was on and needed no probe

Let God remain busy but has made me on run
Jihan is there for all endorsement with fun
She is like fire ball in the after noon
And very cool when silver rays fall from moon

Hasmukh you run for it if can not find any
But see that it is not disheartening many
She is meant for to be a rising star
You are ordinary, not worthy and staying far

*Hasmukh is my name… Jihan is character

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no to question

You won't find until the last day
You will have it only when change the way
Ask why sun is lighting the globe with rays?
Why don't you humbly submit without any say?

More you probe deep will be puzzle
Rain may not stop but only dazzle
You get what ever is needed
Only submit and advice to be heeded

Think of one and love with peace
Time is less and spends it with ease
Silently you pray and remain in company
Everything will be solved and realized by many

He is there to look after all
He may rush to you with slight call
We should have doubt all about his presence
H is in all and that forms good essence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman

She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman

She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman

She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter

You best appreciate her

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A Sahar, Sahar, Sahar

Sahar, Sahar, Sahar
You were there
I was here
The meeting was not where

It was vast desert belt
Some loneliness was felt
There lay some desire
Internal wish to admire

I could express through poems
It was like flowing themes
New ornaments in form of words
Taking me always towards and forward

I know your wanter may not reach
I shall be quenched for water dropp each
You may rush to me but alas!
You may not be able to pass

The dessert may boom the flower
Sahar may flow like shower
Provide solace to their deep root
What is let for another ideas to moot?

Desert may witness morning cool breeze
The atmosphere may cool and freeze
Sahar may find hundreds more to bless
Thought she may be lost and find no trace

I shall be waiting for gentle knock
The time is ticking in clock
I hear beautiful shout from the cock
Only to find my voice nearly choked

Is it not the wild dream?
The desert is heating with sun's beam
More and more thrust is pushing me in corner
Why don't you come sooner but not later

I desperately die of anxieties
You have tried in all niceties
This is what I dreamt of reality
You proved correct without any duality

I may not not live long to see Sahar
She is still Miles away and too far
I only look towards sky and star
Murmur with slow voice Sahar, Sahar and Sahar

• Sahar is poetess best ever known to me

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pink Flowers.

Do not text me or think otherwise
I am just picking flowers from my garden.
Last evening I picked a red rose but
Wow! It proved to be too red for my date
Today I visited the same garden
The only flower I found was a white rose.
Where is my favourite pink rose?

This morning I cycled to the market
Sure, to buy my date a pink rose
But the only roses there were yellow and purple.
Tried to enquire where I could get one
But no one knows where to find.
Went to my flower vendor but nowhere to find
Where will I get my pink rose for my date?

Tomorrow, I'll travel far and wide
Only to get this precious pink flower
And if I succeed, my date will be happy
And my heart will find a solace rest
Amidst the residue of love petals
Just with the pink flower petals.
Where will I get my Pink rose flower?

(Dedicated for my pink flower date)

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I bow

I shall bow my head to the power
That has everything to shower
Even if we ask or not in the prayer
Protection is always provided in form of the Dua* layer

I find the stone as an embodiment of universal love
Feel so near to it and inwardly pray to believe
All its ideals and preaching at heart
What else can be thought over as divine art?

Millions across my country and all over globe
May search their heart and sincerely probe
What can be done to spread His message?
That has disappeared from mankind with passage

We have observed the fast for the whole month
Purified soul as stayed as near as possible with no food in mouth
It has taken us nearly to his fold and refuge
Now it is our turn to take vow and not refuse

We as super religious community have one thing to remember
It becomes our holy duty and obligation to protect the members
Not from same community as whole but others as well
It is certainly His wish too for different story to tell

I wish my prayer too may reach millions of followers
To bestow their leanings and favor in form of shower
Let us take entire globe to new path of recovery
It seems it is blessed and has approval from almighty

I may not be part of this occasion
But I may certainly have compassion
Readiness on my part to render confession
And whole heartedly expose to admission

Allah, the almighty may not only bless
But grant me an enough of courage to face
I shall stand before world with enough of trust and faith
That I shall not be alone at the time of death

* Dua… blessings

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poems in her

Poems in her

It has become now a journey
Crusade against no one but a turn key
Almost with single thought in mind
Something new to search and find

You can call it divine injection
Penetrates in mind for lovely action
To transform thoughts into words
And create poems to look forward

Not all objects provide some clue
Some birds and natural objects are over due
Seasons and sadness come to my rescue
I think, rethink and make periodical review

Black color fascinates me so much
Not because of its color but quality as such
Its worth is precious and can't be counted in terms
But it provides enormous joy and returns

Such is my love for poetry
I consider it prayer to almighty
As words pour out to strengthen his prayer
I become mere tool and conveyer

At first sight I get enormous signals
The thought floods mind with its arrival
I look at face and it clearly impresses
I find its real worth to write poems

Can any one not read what goes on in her mind?
I certainly do when come across to find
She is certainly extra ordinary and truly gifted
Almost with same views and never shifted

I would love to dwell at length about character
The color may not play an important factor
Yet it leaves ever lasting impression
I write the poems with true confession

She is an every inch poem with message
If you look at her closed eyes in page
You may sum up with final note
Poems and poets certainly relate

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I tease Efe

I tease Efe

I tease Efe*(friend)
She is not easy
Always busy
In sleep and choosey

Will she wake up?
Reply and then shut up
In her own kingdom
Where she has to reply seldom

Only black woman on my list
But quick and always first
To respond to the new poem
I attribute all poems to them

Africa is reeling under repression
All kind of violations and suppression
No one safe and constant blood shed
No capable leadership who can be led

Day may come soon
Sun may shine bright in noon
They must have peaceful nights under moon
Have their dinner on the table with spoon

Africa needs some attention
It finds hardly any mention
World has become greedy
They are helpless and not ready

They have to find way
Let whole world go away
Stop fight among brethrens
Make it real black (oil) heaven

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A ninth in row

I am filled with joy
I want it to be enjoyed
It is special occasion
I want grand celebration

Ordinary man does it ordinarily
I want to do it happily
It is unique day with some importance
I have touched 900 poems at once

I never knew it will touch the mark
I flew in sky and mind had little spark
It was joyous event and moment
I couldn’t remain quiet and silent

Not few words for self praise
It is definitely booster for moral raise
On does it with high aim
There is nothing new to claim

It may go on and pile the score
It may be adding more and more
Still the joy is so much enormous
The efforts may be on and remain continuous

Anybody may dream to climb on ladder
Someone may try to be in front and act as leader
I may wish for me more and more readers
Let it find place among younger and elders

I have longed for long innings
There were few enjoyable evenings
I have starred at sky and watched moon
I have sweated more in after noon

It is not out come of single day
One has to face tortuous way
You may hope for bright ray
Pray to help for longer stay

It may grant you enough power with action
You may work more in proper direction
The success may take you very far
You may sill be not known as bright star

It may grant you self satisfaction
It is good feeling with indication
I shall swim across the waterway
I can monitor the progress with enough to say

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rising sun

Some people are firm believer of rising sun
Prayers in the morning and then only run
Toil hard to earn bread in hot after noon
Some people do think of star and bright moon

Some of the sects worship fire
So sacred to them and always admire
It is pure faith that keeps them together
All pray, worship and respect others

Anger or hate emanate from intolerance
If we fail to understand its essence
We fail to notice the omni presence
Try to misread His message in the absence

Where we do we read or find the hatred?
Why do we kill the person only for bread?
Have to lead the life as it has lost the charm?
Relations strained and remained not warm

Universe spread over vast sea land
Can’t we see in it creator’s hand?
Why we term others enemy or friend?
When we know for sure we are going to end

Help the poor and weep the tears
Consider them friend and dearest of dear
He may sometime show the mercy
Go to help them without feeling pity

It may cost you nothing more
People may respect you and adore
If yours little effort can make them happy
Surely go for help even you feel sleepy

Life is dear to us but proving miserable
We may not find ways even if capable
We may find fault with preacher’s credence
Nothing will guide us……….

All heavenly bodies speak of themselves
It is how we mould and understand ourselves
Let us not malign religion, faith or path
End to hatred and unnecessary blood bath

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Miser by nature

Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation

Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood

It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance

Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers

Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense

It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought

Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality

I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Full sun

Sun blazed full day
It did not burnt me with rays
You stood in between as shield
Sun could not do it even in open field

May be you were so powerful
Your presence was so truthful
Sun did not dare to do any harm
Did not burn the skin but kept me warm

You were no less than Goddess
He had no power to counter or face
I had only one thought in mind
How to rush quickly at home and find?

You stood on doorway for total eclipse
I could read some movement on your lips
It added to your coffee color brightness
You were waiting for me in any case

I don’t know what made me stubborn?
Some energy was developed inborn
That kept me fighting with only one aim
How to rush early, embrace you and claim

It may not be thing for day or two
Yes but it is rare and very true
I may miss morning sun
But I can not miss setting of sun

You may shine but remain cool in night
It is very much appropriate and right
You are my cherished dream and treasure
The excitement and joy can never be measured

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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

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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I and melody

It always formed as basic in my mind
It is hunted not from the mind of the blind
With such questions in mind it needed an answer
It could be found from genuine friends who were fewer

How melody can enhance the music in poetry?
What can influence more in its earnest entry?
It all invaded mind and made me restless
I was to find an answer and genuinely trace

I had reminded friends on my being as an ordinary poet
I normally preferred to remain calm and quiet
But one of my poetess friends forced me to explain
What formed hard core, nice poem and free from any pain?

“Poetry is strong arm of an art”
She asserted it with confidence to look very smart
I had fined her interesting at the start
I found her in tune with poetry touch and very much part

I added mixture of both to form basic
It looks then melodious and classic
Where else was I to go and find?
When Melody was always there to find?

I was in mood to elaborate as she remained at heart
The poems were right means and purest form of an art
It was berthing and spreading fragrance all the times
I used to enjoy it and smelt most of the times

She was to complain that it was music in absence of tune
How can you claim it flawless, without weakness and immune?
I emphasized it to be divine melody
It was not in the hands of anybody

Art is always in pure form
Only you should stay inform
The love and art definitely are inborn
In absence it may stand as if torn

I told her to enjoy lovely evening
Have full faith in art with clear leaning
In end it was bound to be always winning
As the rays are bright and shining

I asked her to be always nice
Stand firm in her promise
Poetry should not face sudden demise
As it is heavenly and divine device

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kind Gesture

I may not keep pace and go wrong
I have yet to cover path which is so long
I am blessed everything for a song
Find suitable and honourable place among

Let my pillow be stone
Ordinary life and no throne
Let me find and seek the solace
Allow me to see joy on people’s face

I may not remain so long and forever
Little sympathy and respect however
I may consider it blessings and gift
I want only mercy from you with little shift

I must honestly pray and confess
Don’t shower me with so much bless
It will make me headstrong and arrogant
So much wealth and fame beyond the want

I want to remain in your feet and pray
Honestly living with not in race or fray
I shall spend the life for poor and needy
Shall keep away from cheats and greedy

Kindly lead me from darkness to light
Vigilant eye to find what is wrong and right
I may fail to understand your power and might
Bestow me with kindness, vision or sight

I shall Endeavour to be good human being
Recitals of prayers and worthy songs to sing
Respect to all religions irrespective of faith
I may bow my head……………………

May find your blessing even in failure
Ailing mind to have definite cure
Not to cheat others and attempt to lure
Double the efforts to make win shot sure

All I need is your kind gesture
Nothing in particular or bright future
It may follow with your simple grace
Infuse me with kindness and love to embrace

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Leaves Fall

I tried to wink but eyes refused
I uttered something but got confused
Why was it not responding to me precisely?
I preferred to remain calm and observe wisely

I go back to my initial days and tried to probe
The different wind was blowing across the globe
There were slightly diminishing areas
My repeated request was failing as useless pleas

Joint families are vanishing very fast
It has survived long but not difficult to last
The sweeping changes are coming from all direction
At no stage we can point any of their single actions

My lips are not opening fully for any music
I used to sing when child’s entry was so much symbolic
I had dreamed he may take me for walk one day
Take my full care and not leave in the middle of the way

I am not sure whether that has proved true
What more have I to wait for and view?
Their changed attitude with so much pain!
Think of not good but bad conduct and sin!

I used to be what I am today and same this before
There was no less contribution and expectation more
I did whatever I could do in my ordinary position
Brought them up in nice way and formed good composition

It is all changed today and may not alter
I may be denied my existence even this after
I have been shown exit and shunted out
What to reveal of tragic tale and talk about

The leaf may fall from out lived tree
That may be nice end to feel free
All tales may end with my departure
But some untold stories may remain there for sure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With silver rays

He not only listens but pays
Complete attention with silver rays
Make your path smooth and easy
So you don’t forget him despite being busy

Though you have different perception
God knows it from inception
Your needs and aspirations are all well known
Only you admit the faults and make it known

Why do you with all the helplessness?
Why you have to hide the feelings and face?
He is all the time there to take care
You have only to find him somewhere

You won’t find him at particular place
You must watch it with view to trace
If you fail in your attempt any case
It will be really bad time with critical phase

It has to be our regular prayer and feature
He has sealed our fate with signature
We got to obey Him and go to his shelter
It is with one aim to perform always better

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Wings to spread

WINGS to spread

How beautiful heart can afford to miss?
When it has not witnessed the death kiss
How lovely lady at heart can remain a miss?
When she has everything to offer and please

How one can pretend to be so ignorant?
When almighty Himself guide and warrant
Is he not spreading message for all?
Are we ignoring His will and call?

I am at pain to come across any unwilling soul
Why should one smell rat in everything as foul?
What if one incidence has proved slight barrier
Are we not here to spread the message as carrier?

I wish I could spread my wings so large and shadow
I could roam freely and see through window
Will it be violation of any rule if I try to venture?
Will it in any way affect her for coming days in future?

We go deep into crisis and find nothing
We have obligation on our part offer something
It is inspiration with feelings that has to come to the fore
It will be unique combination never witnessed before

How can we seclude heart which is longing for fresh air?
How can we hide our happiness with mere show of split hair?
It is God gift in every animal and human being
We have our own views, feelings and act as queen or king

Why sun rises from the east with bright golden rays?
What has to he do with opening of sky and show the ways?
Why not morning cool breeze stay as it not ought not to?
Can they not remain to be aloof from all natural process too?

I may not change or alter the course
It is not my intention or purpose of course
It is mere repeat ion of what we are expected to perform
It should be unfortunate we remain in form or out of form

I can’t have any regrets to offer
I can’t afford to disgrace self or differ
Why to prefer seclusion and suffer?
It is as good as simple death we prefer

I won’t confine to self and regret
Why regrets when option is open to let
Let beats be known to loving world
Why to offer stones and reception cold?

I will not accept domination or any sway
I have not regret but simple thought to pray
I shall stay among and not go away
It may be me only and find the way

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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And no more dreams

Dream always
If fail the ways
If you find no rays
If you are not able to pass the days
It ultimately pays

Let us not limit
Let us not forget and omit
Let it mushroom and permit
To grow in open and under the sky
Never question and ask why?
It is always there but don’t feel shy
Trust him always and sincerely try
Think of powerful wings and fly

Where will you stop?
Mountains atop
At horizon’s end
What will you send?
Beautiful roses
Good pictures
With nice poses

Breath for a while
Prepare for an extra mile
Look in the eyes
Go and get him
He is there to greet
Ready to meet
That’s it

Why to dream when it is there?
Think how to find and where?
Would you ever care?
Is it not fair?
Not to stare
See through
Love true
Only woo

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A fall and shame

What a down fall and shame?
Whom do we appreciate or blame?
Do we not regret and feel pity?
Can’t realize and feel His beauty

Where he is not there?
Is He not in us or here?
Is there need to go anywhere?
When you can’t find him somewhere?

Why do the sun and stars shine?
Why moon light appeal and I feel it fine?
I fail to submit and completely resign
He has marks all over to sign

Face appears reddish and beautifully shine
When I feel His power as sacredly divine
What He is to me and to the Universe?
Feel His presence when I pray and converse

Grant me divine eye to see and feel
I shall not feel it inwardly still
It is nothing but a shaken faith
I got to over come before my death

I see life in every particles
I see message in every articles
Does He convey or try to preach?
We got to pick up with sincere search

I owe everything to Him
He is light and powerful beam
A light to living being and lifeless even
There is place for us definitely in heaven

Love to breath and look around
Birds sing spread the message with beautiful sound
What do they convey in encrypted language?
Love to all and feelings to assuage

I shall pray and wait for blessings
I shall bow and regret for complete missing
The darkest chapter without being in light
What else can I say when I am not right?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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