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Cat Heart

I searched in deep desert
Thought she may be busty with concert
Looks as if she is down with barren heart
But can manage well as she is capable and smart

Why has she gone off completely when on peak?
Built of strong will power and never felt weak
Never uttered a work or tried to speak
Even if suture deemed uncertain and bleak

Where she is I may pray for her well being
She may be doing exceptionally and managing well
We all need not advise her or tell
She has capability of turning hell

I would try to venture in her kind approach
She was well versed and needed no coach
The poetic world might have benefited a lot
But alas! Something was definitely lost

I remember the first encounter
I had just put step in and entered
She was reigning supreme
It had left large impact on me

I want her comeback with pomp and show
The desert flower must boom and grow
Even though fragrance less but yet a flower
Yet capable enough to invite rain to shower

Will she sing again and air the melody?
Will it be same again as glorious lady?
I would love it to happen
The situation may not be favorable even

I am sure my call will be responded
The appeal/advice may be heard and heeded
What can be expected from a noble soul?
Not to be lost for ever as in the case with owl

Knock the door and appear again
Don’t allow it to go in drain
Still worthwhile remains to be delivered
Even though the situation may be altered

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Id Rather Be Strong

(myles goodwyn)
Published by slalom publishing co. - bmi
Its a sad situation
Alot of hopeless information
On the news
Nothins gonna please you
And nothins gonna change
Well thats your view
So many hungry people
Its a shame and is it legal?
Well its a sight
Theres something goin on
Somethin we can change
And its our right
So Id rather be strong
In a hopeless situation, yes
I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation, yes
I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes I would, yes I would
Well you can say its a shame
And things remain the same
And so it goes
But no ones gonna hear you
And no ones gonna see
What doesnt show
Itd be cause for celebration
If only every nation understood
And helping one another
And doing for the other, what they could
And Id rather be strong
In a hopeless situation, yes
I would rather be strong
And to show determination, yes
I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes I would, yes I would
Id be a lot better off if I could
Be part of the love
Thats seemingly lost from above
A delicate situation (situation)
Requires contemplation, everyone (everyone)
And someone has to care (someone to care)
When people live in fear of each mans son (each mans son)
So Id rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes, I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes, I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes, I would, yes, I would
Id be a lot better off if I could
Be part of the love
Thats seemingly lost from above
Id rather be strong, ooh yes, I would
Well, Id rather be strong, yes I would, yes I would, yes I would
Well, Id rather be strong, ooh yes I would
Well, Id rather be strong, be strong, yes I would, yes I would
Well, Id rather be strong, yes I would
Well Id rather be strong, be strong, yes I would
In a hopeless situation
Yes, I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation, yes
I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation
Yes, I would rather be strong
In a hopeless situation, yes
I would rather be strong

song performed by by April Wine
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Share and fall

It reminds me of healthy poetry
Where fragrance of spirit is flown by almighty
Each words speaks of divinity
When words are meaningful to the extent of infinity

I was never in doubt when found you in desert
It was as if I was performing a concert
Noticed one desert flower in full boom
Where was the time to think of providing any room?

I had dropped in to see natural flavor
Everything was weighing in my favor
Soul to soul contact was destined to take place
I was clearly seen in visible move with race

It was time to share and fall in love
May be nature favored and I believed
I lost no moment to look at and seize
You happened to loose your identity and ceased

It was the time you fell for me
I was wondering star and felt free
It was not eye to eye or "touch me not"
The struggle was over without being fought

Anybody might have wanted easy sail
Not in lovely venture at any time to fail
It was you and me alone to keep hand in hand
Never to separate in life as lover and friend

Sea shore was never meant for us
But river provided ample trust
Reminded us of rise and fall
It was clearly seen as beautiful call

How much elevation I found?
When I gathered on fresh ground
It was you only to feel it true
After lone battle passed through

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Courage and boldness

God has given courage and boldness
That must certainly be reflected on face
Women of today are by all means capable
Handle the situation and come out as successful

In any situation charm must be retained
Smile on face should never be deserted
If that is allowed then wolves may simply not pounce
Take away flash and enjoy their yield of an ounce

World as such is no safe heaven
For a lady and staying as single woman
People may try to take advantage
Try to inflict injury that may not be worth to mention on page

So it is nice to defend self and get prepared
So no one comes and simply dared
Someone has to take lead and show courage
Whole of the community then may show comeback on stage

Female today is not helpless animal
She has teeth to bite and stand for real trial
What else is needed in real time?
Bit courage, self confidence and presence of mind sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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She is brave

She is simple girl and bravely shown
It is not a tale of fairy but real one
Capturing my heart at one stroke
I remain simply half awake

What did she have in real?
We had no such deal
She came all off sudden
Brilliantly outwitted me even

Not a figured carved out of marble
But simple earthly figure with smile
I lost control magnificently over nerve
She was to stay with me as friend and serve

“hello” came her sweet voice
It was loud and clear as nearby no noise
I could pick her melodious gesture
It was enough for me not to endure

It is not less than any miracle
I was capable enough to solver any problem and capable
But lost to simple desert flower
As rain had offer mild shower

What would you consider this as?
Was it turning or crucial phase?
Where was I heading for in direction?
Surely long awaited and dreamed for such action

In first meeting all doors opened up for breeze to enter
Making all cool in room and freezing at the centre
Was that a real charisma to loose out to unknown figure?
I struggled hard to find an answer for sure

She had cool moon light on face
And slowly turning stars around for race
Making some expressions go off and suddenly re-emerge
I was on loosing spree and something like to collapse on verge

Her eyes expressed everything without a world being told
My heart and soul were completely out in open and sold
I laid no terms but conceded on all points and waited for no answer
She had nothing to offer but only smiles as if for the fewer

“I know nothing about color, cast creed or age” she murmured
I am for the real love and do not want to feel in cage
When it is open and blank page to be written anything?
I shall inscribe with my own hand for something

I was dreaming in day light n wanted some one to pinch
I stood there motionless and did not move an inch
She was taking my chariot in correct direction
I was not averse to such an idea and full throttled action

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Each day is different

Every day is different
The change is apparent
Daily good messages are sent
New fragrance is felt like scent

Nothing is lost till it is occurred
Vision is till intact as it is not blurred
What we see is sometimes not correct
What we judge is sometimes not bad act

Yet some of the things take place in life
Couples refuse to live as husband and wife
It may not be glorious day but simply a doom’s day
Yet there may remain some chance to find a way

My dream could not stay with me till morning
It proved me a darkest hour in the evening
The night reminded me of some impending danger
I was to become lonely and a mere stranger

I shall be counting stars in night
Everything has gone wrong and nothing right
Well I am desperate but not broken
Some of things may do well if not spoken

I need to move from nervous breakdown
It should not take me to the step down
That may be saddest day if happened
I thought over it as situation hardened

I had strong sense of feeling
I could go to some more steps as willing
I may accommodate my beloved and companion
Even though it has resulted in disunion

I made the situation favorable with window little open
It was systematic calculation to bring here near even
Though she preferred to desert me for some calculation
I was not at all for severance of a relation

I made fatherly move
I tried my level best to remove
All the ill feelings of her mind
And gave a chance for her to find

Her home to be made a holy place
To come back and see her own face
What can be devastating effect in her absence?
To think of reality caused in her absence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always Suffering

Let's take a walk
Just you and me
And talk of days gone by
Across the fields
Under the trees
Let's speak of you and I

While the whole world
Was wandering
We walked a steady line
When all our friends
Were wavering
We kept on trying

Now we're always suffering
Already lost
Always suffering
Already lost

Remember when
On summer days
I would sing a lovers son
How you would smile
Shower me with praise
And the sun shined on

Now the rain is falling slow
And the nights grow long
And the train
Cries out so hauntingly
She is gone

Now we're always suffering
Already lost
We're always suffering
Already lost

Please take these flowers
Smell the perfume
Let your soul come alive
Let there be hope
Hope in your heart
That our love may revive

For life is but a chance
On a wind swept hill
And the seeds of love
Are swirling above
Let them be still

But we're always suffering
We're already lost
Always suffering
Already lost

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
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Psalm 42

As the deer pants for the water
So my soul longs after thee
My heart wanders through this desert
And there is no joy in me

I remember the days of your presence
How your Spirit burned in me
Shall I forever wander in this desert?
O Lord shall I ever be free?

Night and day I continually weep
My tears have almost ran dry
My starving soul continues to seek
For the glorious one who reigns on high

Where is the voice of joy and praise
For I surely remember all the days
When we came and sought and found Him there
Yet now I'm lost and He is no-where

I will remember the Lord my King
And I will lift my voice and sing
Of all His glories and His deeds
So now my Lord my soul it pleads

My downcast soul cries out to deep
A song awakes me from my sleep
Angel choirs they fill the night
My eyes are dried I have my sight

Now that I can clearly see
I hear my God say 'trust in me.'
And up from the dead my soul shall rise
To the Lord my King who heard my cries

poem by Frank McEleny
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Hello Dear Child

Hello dear child
You never mind
When you come to me
Come as fresh and free

Neither have you needed to worry
Nor to feel lonely and sorry
Just pray in a way you like
There is nothing that I may dislike

Why you need flower to offer?
When you are a beautiful flower
You are my special child
To have come in this beautiful world

Just close the eyes and remember
You are nice soul and member
Part of my universe and beautiful flower
Rain god has blessed you with divine shower

Better late than never
Start the day as new beginner
Everything will move on smoothly
Prayers are accepted and go now happily

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With all the sympathy

A person is called saint if he has kindness with all the sympathy
He can claim then only as direct descendent of almighty
Or Messiah, messenger or for that respect an angel
At every inch you must look ordinary but with different angle

I have known or heard about many of such figures
They have worked for the humanity and reassured
About the human misery and risk involved for apathy
What work is to be taken up or followed to gain His sympathy?

Each work is evaluated and appreciated by God
Many might have lost favor as their soul stands sold
They are burden and living animal on earth
At each stage they live on but with the fear of death

To work under such difficult situation is Herculean task
No one may opt for it or readily go and ask
Some of the great souls are easily picked on earth
God has always created such situation without any dearth

Such a kind of saints have prevailed in present time
For the rescue of mankind with their known and committed crimes
Hardly anybody can undertake such enterprise
It is much to relief and to our surprise

It proves God's existence
We feel and experience His presence
He is omni present and in every individual
Only we fail to understand Him and take very casual

If some one works on charity or any kind of human service
That may be counted as noble cause and looked upon very nice
All kinds of help will be rendered and efforts lauded
His or her presence will be taken with high esteem and applauded

It is not done to gain international fame
It may involve great work and full of blames
Little slackness may invite lots of criticism
As it isli9nked with the work of humanism

Thousands of hands are raised in your well being
Prayers and congregations are held to praise and sing
Preaching is done so as to spread the kind and love message
The sick and ill fated souls are shown the way with passage

The services of poor may be remembered very long
It is not only the care and help but to stay among
Not showing mere finger for any work to be done
The far reaching impact will never be undone

Some of the names may be remembered by all
As they have responded with charity and humanitarian call
Anybody could do it without any assistance
But it has made some difference with their presence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Saw Your Light

(Gretchen Peters)
I was a long lost soul
I was a burnt out case
I felt my heart grow old
I wore a strangers face
I built a wall so high
I built a gulf so wide
I saw my life go by
On the other side
I wasn't looking for a miracle
Just hoping for relief
But you gave me something
Something to believe
Chorus: I saw your light
and I was changed
I was changed
I saw your light
And nothing is the same, no, no
Maybe all of us are weak
Maybe love is fast asleep
In the middle of an endless night
I saw your light
I've come a long, long way
I walked a crooked road
And there was hell to pay
And there were miles to go
I thought I'd lost my nerve
I thought I'd lost my spark
Life had thrown a curve
And I was in the dark
I wasn't looking for a miracle
Just hoping for relief
But you gave me something
Something to believe
(Repeat Chorus)

song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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A love for flower

It was not going well
There was nothing more to think or tell
We did nothing except allowing axe to fall
It was disseverance to nature’s call

I passed through the same sand desert
The wing was slowing blowing with concert
It did touch my cheeks with no warmth
Some thoughts entered to remind me forth

I had no love for rising sun
It was about ugly or bad turn
I had to miss her for whole tenure
She may hunt for complete future

You were there as natural flower
Grown out of hot wind in rainy shower
With all beautiful features in your arsenal
It reminded me of spring’s arrival

It reminds me of gently spoken words
They were quite enough to look forward
Dream of a land where sky was generally to meet
The sand was making way for our resolute feet

Soon the cool breeze may evaporate
The night mare may only be left to narrate
The dusty and hot wind may blow
We have resolved to be part and grow

The nature has proved cruel
It has added and fuel
Igniting the wishes with no extinguishers
Where are those all my good wishers?

I shall come back again
With all flowers in hand to remain
With your close identify for ever
Shall it not stay forever and ever?

I never back tracked and ran away
It was pulling me far and away
The cool breeze never appealed
All thoughts of desertion got repealed

I know it may be living hell
It may be doom’s day and hell
I remember you always and offer a pray

It is neither easy to forget
Nor the days to pass or let
It is not the cruel fate
We are only easy pry and very late

You could easily speak through eyes
It spoke of everything without any “why”
I waited for your nod to reach my ears
It has gone swiftly to hear it for years

I had silently preferred to walk away
It was advisable to watch from distance and stay
The fortune was expected to swing
All happiness and new life was to bring

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Assisted Suicide Is Banned Feb 11th,2011

Just suppose you wanted to die because of your situation,
suppose you had bad cancer and lost your job at the gas station,
And no one could help you with the awful pain and distress,
And suicide was deemed the only way out of your alful mess.

But of course this wont happen to you because you are young and strong,
Because being young and healthy and nothing much ever goes wrong,
But slowly, ever so slowly, you grow old and closer to death,
Sorry... but you are programmed to eventually run out of breath.

But in Switzerland and Oregon and Washington, they can,
Arrange for assisted suicide though here it’s completely banned,
Our establishment and politicians don’t really care,
Something to do with the appointed Supreme Court so they don’t dare.

The same court that allowed abortion clinics on every street,
And no one complained about the large number of babies they delete,
Where ladies have their babies killed every day at the clinic,
And we accept all these events and no one will admit being a cynic.

Feb 11th,2011

poem by James Bredin
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My Love For You

you buried something
deep,
in fact deeper than burying
someone
who died nine days ago,
since you want to forget
and forget
this forever, something that
you lost and would want it lost
and not want
to recover

from a distance i look at you
and shed tears for
what you buried
without much pomp of a ceremony

i pity
what cruelty you have to yourself
i bring a flower
for that which was buried and lost
it is something that i always
cherish and
remember with all the gladness of my heart
with all the gentleness of my soul

my love for you
deep in the layers of time
buried
still blooms

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In knee deep trouble

I am in knee deep trouble and sinking
I have lost the courage and not capable of thinking
Nothing has gone right from the beginning
It has left me wondering and grinning

Man is destined to be guided by destiny
No matter how much he tries desperately
He may get only whatever is due to him
He may be get the chance even if not in the team

He may be fortunate enough even if chances are thin
The defeat may be converted into win
He may be called successful man
Even if not helped by any one

One should not only dream but try also
The success is like touch and go
If you miss it bare thread or by chance
It will never be had by you even at once

I meet with failure at all attempts
Though I am prevented or urged to preempt
It forces me to stop at once to start
It is odd situation for me to go with the speed of the cart

It is said you should strike the iron when it is hot
You should not try to sail when wind is not
As it is supposed to land you safely at the shore
You must wait for chance or sleep with the heavy snore

Some of the aspects can be easily understood by person
One should sense the trouble and try to find out the reason
If it is that difficult to come to the conclusion
It should be left alone rather than to be faced with the confusion

Life is afford to you with precious moments
There ahs to be some gainful movements
Time and tide will not be favorable too often
You must try to grab it with least possibility even

Someone has to smile and some has to go down
There may be no change in situation even if you frown
Everybody may not be that lucky to have it all
Some are gifted with luck and some are destined to fall

I am compelled to regret even though knowing fully well
Life must be lived at full length even proving hell
It may not be the same for each and every person
They are blessed with and enjoying it with solid reasons

Though I am not person of strong will power
But not too weak to face it like fewer
I strongly believe in making sincere efforts
I leave it to almighty if He does not want my ship to land at ports

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Defining Dots

In this flow of all things uncertain
Let a dot be defined to its deep
All things that I found when left me
rolling into my age
The enigma of time
questioning the truth of many lies
All is it yet roaming with garments of emptiness
A truth is to be veiled if a truth is to be said

I have heard your voice
But your words speak in melody of silence
Yesterday sometimes bridges routes to today
with ages longer than us
We have vowed to be lost travelers
and our purpose is fulfilled
in the turning lanes of birth and life

The last touch have not yet lost
To live with as breath is conquered
As long as the fight goes on
I and you too shall never wait
I do not possess trophies of defeat
that I can console you with
You and I too must keep faith
This is not our last fight for
The last touch of a lost string
The charm of music created by midnight
A dancing firefly, all shall comeback
again carrying the night

poem by Aman Saa
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Welcome and keep

I would always welcome and keep
Even strangers within walls but never weep
As it may speak of double standard
Force me to think afresh and fall backward

As human being I have dreamed
Retained all sun rays which are beamed
Not for any use but for freshness like rose
It is freshness and fragrance I always choose

I would never say anyone to go
I will never shut my memory even to flow
Those things may keep me loosely in relation
Never take me off the guard and raise any question

I shall present lovely flower
Little murmur with mild answers
Eyes down with shyness on face
Clear indication of surrender in race

That may cool down the rage of enemy
Anger from friends and shower blessings from almighty
What else I need to dream in delicate situation?
I wish harmonious relation with smooth continuation

I would love to read language of humanity
There may not be any setback for possibility
As it is unexplored and barren adventure
Nothing expected in return to assure

Yet I would love to steal the show
Facilitate the river to sing and flow
Not to damage the bank and cut the edge
Request trees to lower their branches and acknowledge

I would love moon to spread silver dragnet
Fall its rays over water and reflect
To present another dubious impression
And show strong relation in emersion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flower and Bird

Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!

poem by Supriya Mothay
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Dew on rose

“What a lovely rose you are with shining cheeks”
“We all pray God sincerely and honestly seek”
I used to laugh sometimes at the funny comments
I was feeling little odd when heard same from gents

Why a natural flower can’t have blossom?
Why a man can’t look tall and handsome?
Why female only looked at with strange behavior?
These all things puzzled me as little child or minor

I was ignorant about dark side of the law
May be it had several lacunas and flaws
The beautiful things were praised on the face
But there used to be blind rivalry and chase

I may stand before the mirror and murmur
There may be no one to listen to comments or humor
I liked some of the comments from all
I used to smile freely and respond to the call

Alas! This smile was short lived
As if my feet were e held by someone when dived
It was vast sea and depth immeasurable
I was sinking fast even though was fully capable

Some unknown hooligans entered the room
They found nice flower at its zenith with boom
What they had in mind with concern to beauty?
God only knows but I heard them saying as cutie

I was laid t ground and forcibly molested one by one
My cry went in air but not heard by any one
It was end of a flower that had so much to offer
Whole life in pain and endless span to suffer

What will I be caring as life lasting impression?
Is it curse to look beautiful and needs discussion?
Why can’t it be allowed to blossom in full view?
Why is it so that compelled to vapor like morning dew?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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