Can never reach on top
I can never reach on the top,
Many road blocks and stop,
Climbing difficult on high slope,
But still efforts more with attempts nonstop,
I am amused but is a fact,
Unhealthy competition for retaining position intact,
It is ploy, calculated and revised tactics,
Retaining position with clear statistics,
I have found method give and take,
Poets think water will not deplete in a lake,
You rate for me I will also rate and make,
We form a nexus and share the cake,
This is how we manage the scene,
Adhere to unfair practice always seen,
Why go for cheap name and so keen?
Alas! There would have fair practice been,
Now fair ideas and name is also for sale,
Create reddish on face but still look pale,
Cheating the soul with poetry and ideas to induct,
Canvassing for creative work as new product,
Things doesn’t stop at this stage,
Continuous link and always manage,
Sudden and artificial climb with artificial rating,
These all happen but lowers and prestige eating,
This is simple but done with intent,
Deprive the deserving with their patent,
If something good is to be done then curb the practice,
Judging to be done by purely merit and justice,
It gives joy to find place at top,
Ambition rise high with no stop,
When face actual scene develop cold feet,
Far from truth and eyes never meet,
It may be easy to manage floor show,
Desire, ambition and urge within grow,
But unable to maintain with natural flow,
When down to earth will be biggest blow,
Empires and kingdoms not built on rubbles,
Water can’t be controlled with untimely bubbles
Not sky can be aimed and created with holes,
Only one power can do it as only layer ozone
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A no to intrusion
Some one intruded in God’s domain
To watch the beautiful dancers with wish to remain
Lost in dreams and position became known
Noticed by the sentries and presented to chief main
He pleaded guilty but to be spared at once
No dancers were to be shown not even their glance
They tied him and ordered to be thrown form heaven
he remained struck in the air with head up and legs down
Such was disgraced order form God to man
It is punishment and u got to bear as much as you can
He came to be known as “TRI SHANKU” or triangle
Neither on earth, air or in heaven with angel
It is very interesting and depicts the uncertainty
Person looses his place and doesn’t have continuity
Neither he will be welcome at home nor in city
One can only feel sorry and some degree of pity
”TRISHANKU” is word to be used for unclear position
Person is hanging in between with no composition
His position is stated as hanging in between
his head is shown down and legs toward heaven
He is supposed to be seen in dilemma
He has no status and lives in trauma
He may be thinking what to do now as next
Nothing can be stated or considered as best
He is considered as failure for his misadventure
He has complete darkness and no future
He has been cursed by divine power to hang in middle
He can’t show his face in public or meddle
Try not to be mid air and have clear say
Right path and direction with open way
No to gimmick and no more games to play
Assert with confidence as have your sway
You can’t have two minds with no clear decision
Ideas and plans will have to be with precision
You will loose respect along with stature
Cheques will have no value without small signature
Try to create position with point of strength
You may have choice to go at any length
It is you who will alter or decide course
Success may be at your feet with simple authority of course
Why to think of heaven when it is here?
Why you search not here and some where?
You may be hanged ups n down with disgrace
You may have then no courage to show your face
Try not to violate somebody’s privacy?
It is not only bad but wrong diplomacy
You must confine to good practice
You may find it not only good but nice
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
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At new low ebb
She took and sunk me to low ebb
I was entangled in monster’s web
I had no easy route to escape
I was unable to think or give shape
There may be many ups and down
People may show discourtesy and frown
You may be reduced to nothing and work as pawn
You may be crushed like grass in the lawn
She did not realize simple fact and made all hell
Everything was going ahead with plan and very well
We were leading simple life and good stories to tell
It proved nice all the time and did not face any trail
It was only for on ward march
No going back from the start
It was all for simple asking
Always rousing welcome and no kicking
As it always happen, there starts bad phase
You are down with fame and unable to show the face
You may not be able come out from house and counter
You need to face it bravely with the fear of lashes from hunter
There may be flow of bad words for your action
You may face criticism and solid reaction
No one may blame womenfolk but only man
Why was he not in position to stop or can?
She was string headed woman and couldn’t control tamper
She spoiled the relation with all her anger
It was unbecoming of good couple with good repute
How could I offer any counter or refute?
It was undoing of all my good work
I was feeling uneasy and unable to eat with pork
It was proving difficult to much to my discomfort
My ship was at mid sea waiting call at ports
It is not good for us to survive
Hostility may end but peace can’t be revived
You may live but without any sweetness or aim
How can we stand against odd and claim?
If you can salvage your ship amidst crisis
It will prove your point without any thesis
You may come to be known as strong contender
As it is not the worth job for the pretender
You got to rise from the ashes
You may have strong wishes
Not all may reach to the shore as fishes
You must come out victorious with fine finish
Lie low but not too low
Bow to Him but not to allow
Think of disaster but not of going down
Seeds may definitely grow if they are sown
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
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I feel proud
I feel elated and so proud,
Creative work speak so loud,
I accepted it as simple food,
Something to think and deliver the good,
You feel burdened when heavily taxed,
Evening at home with body relaxed,
Solution in sight with problem waxed,
Junior get promotion when senior axed,
I found honorable place,
Happy to feel with glow on face,
So much craze with heavy mad race,
Unworthy on top and leaving behind ace,
I had feeling with anger and hate,
Why so many tricks against fate,
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is fake with artificial rate,
I wondered what would happen?
Why not competition kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their due,
Wide horizons with broader view,
There may be many standing in queue,
Sad, helpless for the want of dues,
Sun may shine in their bright luck,
Relentless march and not sitting as duck
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Who will rise
Who will rise and revolt?
Removing the screws and junk bolt,
This can be done with ease and resolve,
If we want to have standard and problem to solve,
Mutual rating is eroding the prestige,
It is attack from within and artificial siege,
Few more syndicates decide the scene,
Numbers remain static but not change number one,
Is that standard procedure we adopt?
Or we haven no option but to opt?
Few manage the show and reign,
Is this mere surrender or weakness sign?
I may not succeed and perish,
My work may suffer and carrier finish,
Take out the water and death for fish,
So is the system out to destroy the wish,
Let right thinking poets come forward,
Let not there may be trophy or reward,
Time may tell you are devoid of award,
Situation should prevail with new system on card,
Continuance of old system may do well too few,
No check on standard and room for review,
Decided by few with set design and view,
It is as good as getting job without interview,
All should raise banner with single voice,
Whoever is there must have more choice,
Not to restrict the field but open for genuine,
Will bring glory and blend and quality fine
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Time turned cruel
The time turned cruel on me
I was shocked at news to find again lonely and free
He had breathed his last in hospital bed
He was no more and had been declared dead
It is easy for male to recover from shock
He can withstand up to the last till running out of stock
He can manage the scene and come back on feet
Prepare self to accept any challenge and meet
I am not mentally robust
Some times I loose confidence and trust
I am not made of stubborn stuff
I fear sometime to tell lie or offer bluff
Since I am left alone and must eventually bear
All consequence that has been thrust near
I must gear up self to meet the worst tomorrow
As I have no idea how things will allow
I have lost no hope and can cope up with time
I can put up with hard reality and face any time
He was strength to me but I should not cry over it
I must chase the opportunity with firmly placed feet
My daughter is the only surviving soul
So nice, helpful hand and beautiful
I have great hope in her to come out
Show to the world that there is nothing difficult to talk about
I find sea and its waves very close
Waves go up with force and make typical noise
All that fascinates me with wonderful change
Wind also blows powerfully but I skillfully manage
God has given me chance to prove ability
Females are no sitting ducks and can show quality
Either in good time or in bad times with demonstration
That they can face any rough weather in question
I am out with daughter on sea beach
Sea is out stretched and eyes can't reach
Yet I feel sea is very much magnificent
Whatever I do is correct and right with his consent
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Unaware of the fact
I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?
Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries
Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed
Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow
As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part
As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up
Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage
It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion
Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility
It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume
Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors
Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Position
I can’t move away from my stated position
Though it may be temporary or period of transition
There may arise many more questions
Not to discuss at all or make any mention
How to cope and face the challenges?
How to stand fast and simply manage?
It is no easy task and considered state of art
One may be facing dark but tries to look smart
It is the way to lessen the worry
Nothing can be solved out of hurry
Sometimes you may feel only sorry
Burden and frustration only to carry
Everybody is facing delicate situation in life
Hasty action needed when situation is not rife
All calculations may prove wrong and invite trouble
Calm water may be disturbed with lot of bubbles
Weak may develop cold feet and loose the patience
Winning game may go out of hand in presence
Nothing could be done to retrieve the position
Only strong will power may needed for imposition
What else can be done to avert the show down?
Why can’t we present the smiling face devoid of frown?
It is good to be in complete control of mind
We may be able to think fresh and able to find
Life is full of ups and downs with no solution in sight
Some may go wrong even if seemed very right
We may loose hope and think of bad consequence
Drawing some conclusions with right inferences
It is state of mind that makes us to feel bad or good
Only alert mind can take you out of the wood
How to over come out of it is anybody’s guess
One must be ready with open mind to confess
You may emerge strong as ever before
You will realize what you were trying for?
It will give proof of your stable mind
Ability to come out of it with new ways to find
Never to let your mind to any one else
Let others guess and remain ever tense
This will give you enough room to maneuver
Defuse the crisis and successfully come over
I wish I could adopt the simple theory
Refresh the mind with fresh memory
Easy to find the solutions with open mind
Show always good composure and behavior kind
This is how we overcome and act
No action in haste or simply react
It will complicate the real issue
You may fail to get what is really due
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Treat It As Casual
What waits in store for any individual?
We don’t take it seriously and treat as casual
We have all the limitations and no freedom to act
This proves handicap to all kind of progress in fact
Some where you are bogged down either by ill fate
Or by the scarcity of funds or coming on scene very late
You are not fully within the control of the situation
This mark slow down of your march in continuation
How the to come out of uncertainty and surge ahead
Take full control of the situation and provide the lead
Show to the world that you are in position to deliver
You are strong supporter and firm believer
The key to your success is firm commitment
There is progress all around and positive movement
You are not influenced by any out side factor
This paves way for your emergence as clear victor
Until you become master of your own destiny
You can’t be respected in high esteem by many
You will have to prove your ability and resolve
That you are capable and in position to solve
No one can guarantee for full success
Even if he is blessed with situation and full access
Some of the factors are beyond his control
And that takes him out of scene with heavy toll
We are human beings and need some kind of grace
In grim situation we are puzzled and unable to face
In such situation we need strong moral support
Nothing can achieved in absence even if put in lots of efforts
Barring few of such handicaps man can claim highest peak
No cone can stop him from doing so even if he is weak
As wind is favorable and all factors work on his side
Everything is added to his success as area has become very wide
It is easy to dream about lovely shore
Land there safely with lot more to explore
This can only be possible when you are clear
About your ambition, mission and that too without fear
You can be up against ante and sail through
The passage may not smooth that is also true
Yet you are determined to avail an opportunity
And that proves as tremendous boost with high quality
You can now claim as person of high repute
You have good name, fame and nothing to dispute
Fortune has swung in your favor and speaks of great volume
You can relax now in life in leisure and at free will can resume
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A step to stop
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Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner
It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult
Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold
It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can
It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult
Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason
The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary
When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed
He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion
To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt
Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best
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A mother's day special
Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner
It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult
Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold
It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can
It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult
Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason
The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary
When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed
He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion
To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt
Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best
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A pure cheating
I never knew it was cheating
It came as rude shock and devastating
I lost the grip and started melting
It was really the end of dating
Though it sprang a surprise
It was sudden fall from rise
It tought me enough to be wise
I was to pay for it a heavy price
You commited a treachery and made “u” turn
It was signal that you may not return
It started all the desires from inside to burn
How was I to face the reality in turn?
I can’t leave the burning house
It has left so much patience to rouse
I might have lost enogh of the courage
I am still in position to manage
It was not bound to happen
It did upset me now grouse has come in open
I must curb it from raking the controversy
I should tak to terms and remain busy
It may divert me from real scene
The pathetic conidtion is never seen
In the terrrible situation I have been
Though I am not much enthosusiatstic or keen
She may realize it and repent
I shall still offer no comment
It is not the way you break or make
The relation should always look genuine and not fake
I wonder how peoaple can face it easily?
How can they beat a person mercilessly?
If not physically then by treacherous action?
What else can be our outburst or reaction?
I shall remain calm and cool
Once only you can be made fool
No one can be blamed for this solitary action
It may add more bitterness and friction
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Figure 8
See that face from across the room
and i can feel you're nothing
show your fear its not hard to see
intentions pale its blinding
stop from the place ive been
no good for the shape im in
im slow to the race you win
you wanna take me out
stop with your face off in
my space and the wicked descend
no taste for the place im in
you need to stop
i am all you need to know
and im everywhere you go
no one can save you now
when it all comes around
i am everything you see
and im what you'll never be
no one can save you now
when it all comes around
show your face and stare at me
and i can feel you glaring
showing up and preparing me
you're the one i'll bury
stop from the place ive been
no good for the shape im in
im slow to the race you win
you wanna take me out
stop with your face off in my space and the wicked descend
no taste for the place im in
you need to stop
take you down
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A turning gold
I fear of being called old
but in fact turning Gold
astute behavior and approach bold
head of the family and very nice hold
Calmness like sea and brightness like sun
family members would love and make fun
my try to win the race with stick walk run
children may point with small barrel gun
'Grandpa, your time is over'
we will give you cover
your inning should not last
as you are aging very fast
Don't leave us behind
where from we will find?
you are our dad's dad and very kind
we touch your feet as you are soft and mild
It turns me old when somethig I hear
“One time handsome may not remain dear”
He is loosing charm and wrinkles developed
Great show on stage is likedly to be floaped
I feel delighted when hear nice words
There is no fun to think of age and look backward
Any one may go for high jump when fully young
Alas! it is beautiful inning but not going to last long
Who can stop the blowing wind?
Who can clip the bird’s wing?
You may go high in the air
The game is considered to be very fair
It is the test of time that you spread the fragrance
The ability and young age is thing of presence
It may stay as long as you think it is in your reach
The birds may come down to find and search
Where do we find peace and shelter?
Where is our final destginy and cover?
Who will accompany us till the end?
The world has to be made as lovely abode and friend
The sun may shine hard and rain may cause the blow
The vigor and strength may develop cracks and go slow
The speed may slower and ri ver may stop the flow
The eys may loose the sight and face its glow
The wrinkles are sign of wisdom
It truly reflects but speaks seldom
Who knows better what can be spoken off?
World may not realize when to cry and laugh
The river water have calmed down and flow silently
The words too are spoken very nicely and gently
You represent serious figure and act as saintly
The advice too comes easily and instantly
One must, in times to come, must grow old
So many may be following you and come in fold
It is not wrinkles but lines on face
That may speak of marathon race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A way to feel proud
What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?
There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown
I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good
You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed
There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy
I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces
It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant
I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace
I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate
I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views
There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck
You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified
Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A nice feeling
What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?
There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown
I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good
You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed
There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy
I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces
It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant
I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace
I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate
I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views
There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck
You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified
Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Madame Tosad
Little thought crept in mind to crave a good name,
Some one suggested Tosad by name so contact Madame,
Had all the information on table and search begun,
Found it interesting and amusing but full of fun,
Criteria are laid down and place for only celebrities,
Should have high position with all noble qualities,
World should have known or taken note of contribution,
Was not merely a show by simple way of contribution?
It was proving difficult as mind raced,
So many questions raised and faced,
Desire was strong and had surfaced,
Mentally strong and self to be braced,
When compared the noble conditions,
Did not find with comfortable position,
Apart from having clean track record,
One should be in position to afford,
I had plenty but earned through disrepute,
Had never offered single rupee to contribute,
What all I did was to corner it for own,
Blame to others and responsibilities disown,
These criteria were no where to be seen,
Temper was running high, making me keen,
Why did not they think of mafias and gangsters?
We had contributed not less than others,
Not a single condition made me eligible,
I only wanted to make entry forcible,
Neither had I found any situation favourable,
Nor was the wax statue durable,
Wax may melt with heat strong,
What use to find place among,
Chase not easy and march very long,
Not so easy but very difficult song
I shelved the idea to find place,
Already had a place in palace,
It was just hard try or solace,
But was it not worth try for race?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A attempt to lie
It did not pinch me when I attempted to lie
It never occurred to mind and raised the question, why?
I had no symptoms of feeling shy
It was desperate but worth try
I was seized with lot of worries
I was unable to live with ease
There was enough of guilt to release
I did not correct myself and allowed the opportunity to miss
Was it going to remain as one time affair?
I did not consider it proper and fair
I knew one day I will be called liar
People may disregard and cut satire
I knew it from the beginning very well
The sky was not going to fall or let loose the hell
I was trying to escape momentary set back
Had I not gone for it, it might have developed some cracks?
I did it because it thought it right
I didn’t want unnecessary fight
I could sense the darkness in light
I knew it was deviation but only slight
“You tell he untruth” if it helps the cause
Not enough truth behind it because
It gives rise to unethical behavior
You can’t act as somebody’s savior
The lie may remain lie and wrong a wrong
You can’t clam credit for it and sing a song
It is not wisdom or show of any intelligence
It is draw back and some sort of negligence
It must bite your conscience and inner thought
At what cost some good result may be brought?
It may sever momentarily some happiness
Your soul may revolt and will not with cleanliness
It varies from person to person
There is no particular reason
You may weigh pro and cons
It is still business of none
You may resent it later on
The battle may be won
The result may also yield
You may feel desertion in field
Not all brave people can perform this feat
It requires some talent to beat
You must be in position to catch on the heat
Your eyes may not be in position to meet
It is game and there is no win
The unrest may be clearly seen
Until you go and accept the guilt
The inner peace can’t be built
Practicise it when you feel it may cause damage
Think of the consequences which you are unable to manage
It has to be one time affair or in exceptional case
It should not be made as practice or thought base
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Melodramatic
No?
You are NOT a comedian?
But I must admit...
Much in your life you regard as serious,
I find hysterical.
And it doesn't make you crack a smile either?
How you manage to tolerate the same BS,
Day after day with a straight face is funny!
And you are serious too! ?
That IS a good routine...
But stop it!
Use that shuffle you do in the beginning...?
Put that towards the middle,
And that sad drooping face at the end!
Your neighbors are using your material,
As well.
My sides are splitting!
You all should take this act on the road.
Update it.
But adding more clowns is not a good idea!
And blaming the ringmaster...
Makes for good theater.
However,
This circus you're in could use a bit more cheer!
It's great stuff though!
Your purpose to attract empathy,
Is really too melodramatic...
And your audience will not find that clear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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