Childless Individual
It is difficult to lead life as childless individual
There is nothing as such that you can’t treat it as casual
Yet there is need for it and felt severely sometimes
You are cursed and criticized sometimes as if have committed crimes
Majority of the people still think it as curse
Life is meaningless, hollow and nothing else
We are here on earth to produce the children
Die or depart from the face of earth when comes turn
Even if that point is disregarded for a moment
Still there remains vacuum to be filled and resent
After all children are means to lead life for future
Stay here, make it comfortable and assure
Some of the features are performed as a routine
Life will have to be made colorful and fine
If garden is not looked after well and taken care
It may bear deserted look and simply look bare
Garden is called only when there are beautiful flowers
With beautiful appearance and fragrance after rainy showers
Like wise we go on with our mission after birth on beautiful earth
Stay aligned with soil and confronts the problems till the death
If things were to move on with calibrated scale
It would have surely stagnated and gone stale
Life would have been like artificial flowers
Without smell with good look sans odors
Child is considered to be massager from the almighty
It brings heavenly message with fortune to make us happy
Life is booming with great aspirations and enthusiasm
Gives new lease of life to show some worth and contribute to humanism
If it was simply a life and death cycle
It would have lost charm and remained as bubble
Yet it has some aim and compulsion
Life is led with some firmness and confusion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stop gap
Death is defined as just rest place and stop gap
Journey to heavenly abode and considered right step
Birth in next world, if that is desired, dependent on His will
Happy ending if one is contended and rightly feels
It is not preferred by anybody but till it comes
No one is happy about it and doesn’t welcome
New birth is celebrated with joy and fun fare
No one tries to knows how it comes and from where?
If death really would not have been the fear factor?
People would have interfered in all the sectors
Leaving of this world makes them real little scary
Otherwise they would have been left with no worry
They could have defied temporal’s authority
Simply not have bowed head before almighty
Life would have been made tough and living hell
Things could have been made dreary and not well
Death is welcome step and good gesture
Everybody is having final day decided for future
Not a second can be shifted from here and there
You got to feel comfortable, very safe and stay here
Why He doesn’t interfere in day today’s routine?
Why do we console ourselves even after not doing fine?
It is our inner strength that holds us together
Death or no death we simply don’t bother
We must accept it as immortal factor
We come here in life to play as actor
No one cares or try to know what the life is all about?
Is it punishment to suffer in life or opt out?
Life is precious gift to human being
He can be either very poor or king
He may lead it with fun fare and joy
Though life may be simply decoy
Life should not considered as burden
We can make it beautiful like heaven
It has its own charm and purpose
We must mean it and not to suppose
Life is to be enjoyed with full length
It is not weakness but real strength
What one needs to know is its mission?
Leave the life decently with good liaison
You may not have chance to revisit place
No one can grant you permission to replace
It has to be spent with grace and happiness
Pray the almighty for His mercy and kindness
We must bow our head with gratitude
We should have generous and nice attitude
Life and dearth is synonymous thing
It is part of cycle and that speaks something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lovely children
Life can be useless, dull and boring
The land will remain unfertile even if enough rain will be pouring
Some of the factors are playing dominant role in later age
We feel lonely and confined to golden cage
It is said that if home is without child
The human being may turn wild
He or she can not remain descent and kind
So much influence is exerted and we can easily find
A person becomes irritated
Though it is presumed and related
It feels some of the void
It is God gift and can not be avoided
Childless life is really curse
Their little presence helps for wounds to nurse
It is the movement that gives us joy
Life becomes purposeful to enjoy
Not all couples may be lucky to have children
Their life remains full of concern
The young age can pass of peacefully
But old age later on affects fully
It is like beautiful garden not having flowers
It is also quite pleasing to watch the showers
The flowers are product of that beautiful act
The God has gifted us them and it is fact
They are future of life and country as whole
The life may be remorseful and develop the holes
There may be no one to look after welfare and care
Life may be seemed as burden and place to go no where
Not necessary to have child from own blood
There are many under nourished and staving of food
They are most deserved flowers to be attended to
The God may be kind and merciful if we are true
The garden is desert if no flowers appear
What a pleasant and beautiful show it bears?
We would prefer to see then when go very near
The flowers should not plucked as they are very dear
The flowers of different colors are like children’
White. Whitish and black colors are seen often
The smile worn by child remain same and heavenly
We got to enjoy it and accept evenly
It is holy means to get easy with the on going passage
Children do help in spreading the love and message
It is only medium where by person can be persuaded
To lead normal and decent life and even dissuaded
No one can be that cruel to heavenly gift
The child can bridge the gulf or remove the rift
It is great momentum to witness the total shift
The life is elevated to decent level by affection and lift
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Beautiful Garden
Love blossoms in beautiful garden
Flowers boom in colorful shape even
Some fully spread and some just coming out
This is how the life brings change about
Do the flowers need any show?
Do they need some support to grow?
Not at all as it is natural change
It has taken place with the emergence of age
Flowers have natural tendency to attract
It is argument supported by fact
Whether you like or dislike, it can’t be denied
The real fact remains to be seen and can’t be lied
Flowers too need good environment
Lovely people to look at with nice comments
If nature does not find its lovers
Its importance will not be lost however
It has direct relation with good music
What ever seen and observed is accepted as basic
Think of cool breeze in early morning with bird’s voice
You may definitely dislike the little disturbing noise
It makes you to sink over lost opportunities
There is enough of time to think over its futilities
But some changes are always welcome
They are certain and bound to come
In life you may need partner
It has to happen sooner or later
If that is synchronized to the tune
Life will become sweet with fortune
Garden may look barren without flowers
Land may look deserted without rain showers
It is natural blessings that you got to respond
Your wish and goal definitely corresponds
Life has to be challenging with enterprise
It must move on even with surprises
How a flower can be looked with out fragrance?
Life too will be looked without charm without its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The garden
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene
As it was unusual for me to have seen
The death of son who was born some hours back
Everybody in home were stunned and in shock
The garden comes to life when season comes up with flowers
It was evident from the fact that earth had enough of rain showers
My garden too was blessed with arrival of beautiful baby
We all had prayed for it so song and became so much happy
The happiness was short lived as child breathed little
We all tried hard but he breathed for a while and failed to settle
This was totally unexpected and sent us in shock waves
He brought the hopes for short while and caved in
I was given no room to think about the sad departure
The child was our great hope for the future
Even though I had daughter and son in family
The child was welcome and we missed him sadly
If all the flowers in garden boom freely and survive
No one may have faith in god and believe
Some flowers fade early and some stay for longer
It is philosophy of life that we all are stage actor
I consoled self and left it to the best counsel
Even though it was difficult to come out and feel well
I gave final look at the dead son and dropped few tears
The grief was proving difficult and taking me over
I know it is very difficult to bear and act
It is not in our control also to deny the facts
Life is temporary stage and one will have to leave
There is no other option and we got to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Days and nights
Days and nights
Day and night may come and go
What to retain and what to forgo!
Life cycle may not stop or go slow
Soul may be no where with little blow
Day may shine with rays around
Objects may rally when shine is found
Life may come to fore with beautiful liveliness
Smile may be seen with charm on the face
Why to talk of nature when everything is abundance?
We are on this beautiful earth by heavenly chance
Let us make it colorful and memorable
Enjoy with full vigor and stay comfortable
Make life not heavily laden?
It may be over all of sudden
We may have it not at will
Love its worth and silently feel
Equate pain with that of happiness
Both have impact on body and face
One may widen to show it on face lines
Other may shrink and reflect with clear defines
Life may then be seen with different angle
Sometimes happiness with love triangles
Sometimes tragedy with nothing to enjoy
No more love for life as seen with ploy
Who knows about happiness that may turn later on as curse?
It may be illusion, deception and so on with remorse
We feel badly for it but nothing can be done
It had entered the life for silently to be gone
I fail to understand the terms generally spoken
Pain, agony, struggle are referred to as token
They are not of permanent nature and may certainly wear
When you tackle them and refuse to bear
Let us make move even if to be met with failure
Let us resolve it not to make it our bleak future
Day may turn into night and darkness may descend
Nights are equally pleasant to be adored and enjoyed with the friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Come out from it
Endless questions with no answers
Dark clouds but no thunder with continuous showers
Yes beautiful garden with lot many flowers
Fragrance and smell can be smelt by only fewer
Generation after generations have appeared
Lived for a while and disappeared
They too might have felt same and feared
But alas! Nobody so far have been spared
It is shot sure to happen
You sit in corner idle even
Death may, any time, take over
Why to fear then and search for cover?
Life is meaningless if caught up with uncertainty
Life itself is unique with best quality
Think of nothing and enjoy endless beauty
What is there to think when you are gifted by almighty?
Live as usual with much fun and joy
It is meant to be lived with and enjoyed
It is your feeling to share and spend
Wait not till approaches the end
"What after this" may ruin your fine brain?
That shall take and land you in artificial pain
No one has found suitable answer till date
Enjoy with full participation and never be late
No one knows when it will wind up and depart
We are very much in it and integral part
It is like water bubble and may burst
Think seriously about it and come out it first
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life's Garden
We all grow up in this Garden called Life,
There are many inner and outer strifes,
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life,
They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life.
Every garden needs sunshine and rain,
In this garden you will find joy and pain.
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance,
Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence,
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace?
Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom?
The world will know by the plants' bloom.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
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One more rose
One more rose in our family
We all remained awake wearily
It was expected at any time
The child’s cry made clock to tick that time
We all noted arrival from heaven
The prophesy from elders was proven
It is good omen and sign in the family
Everybody must rejoice and accept it happily
Many people die childless with so much to their regret
It is blessing from heaven so not to be taken as bad luck or fate
Not all people may be that much lucky or have it with choice
So early morning cry from child was heard like cuckoo’s voice
“I will be called grandpa” how much joy it generated
Gave enough of joy and occasion was certainly to be celebrated
My feet were taking unusual steps to spread news
Though it was known to family members and to others very few
Family is like garden with all the members as beautiful flowers
Everybody takes you very seriously with respect as followers
So it becomes duty of family head to celebrate arrival as grand occasion
Throw gorgeous party and make it known to all about addition
It is unique as well routine too for all of us
Life is built and enjoyed around with trust
One life is leaving behind for other to enter
The mother earth is heavenly place or center
Life is never ending mission
To stay permanently or leave behind is not our decision
We all know about the temporary refuge here
Leave without any notice take heavenly flight to reach there
I know that it will be moment of little happiness
But it gives moment of joy amidst lots of stress
Everybody forgets pain and sorrow for few seconds
As it is graceful occasion and certainly demands (celebration)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What is Life
Life is everywhere that you look,
Some people might say that life sucks,
While other people might say life is beautiful,
And is full of surprises, that are waiting to be discovered,
Life is whatever you think it may be,
Life is in you now and it shall forever always stay,
Life is the wind howling at you sideways,
Life is the winter, summer, spring, and fall,
Life is sad and life is lonely,
Life can be evil and Life is blunt,
Life is a true friend that never lies to you,
Life is all about you and how you treat it,
Life is what you make of it,
If you criticize life, then your criticizing yourself,
Its all up to you on whether you like it, or hate it,
I am life, you are life, we are life,
Life loves me and I love life back,
Life is you, so be careful on how you describe it,
Don’t base life off of what others say,
But base life off, of what you think it is,
Your words are stronger then others opinions,
So take those words and put them to use,
I am life, you are life, we are life!
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A Beautiful Thing
A beautiful thing
Is the life that God gave to us
A beautiful thing is the men like us
Because God create the men
To get married and have an also to have children
Together with his wife that he decides to marry and live the rest of his life With
A beautiful thing
Is the music that singers gave to me so that I can have a better life
Why?
Because singers are people just like me
And their music heals me and othe people
A beautiful thing for the ones that are sick for a long time
Is death
Because when death arrives to the ones that are sick they don't suffer Anymore
But it is not worth to live life when the ones that are sick are sick
Because it is a constant worry about who will take care of the ones that are Sick
And also their are constant worries if the one that os sick have any kids
Because they have to think of who will take care of their kids when they Will die
And I don't doubt for a moment that they won't miss their loved one if it is their mother or their father
Why?
Because the one that is sickis their mother
And you raised them from birth to grown up
And what is next?
I can't say what is next because I don't live their lives
And I will worry about my life
And nobody else's life
Because all the dreams that I am having now belongs to my life
Why do I talk so much about life now?
Because I am thinking about life now
And I am enjoying every second in my life
Because every second in my life counts because the hour keeps passing
And I keep enjoying it
A beautiful thing is that I am one adult
And that I can do things that pleases me with limitations
A beautiful thing is that I am the captain of God's ship
But I am also the master of God's soul
And God is the master of my destiny
But where my destiny will end I don't know
Because only God knows where my destiny will end
A beautil thing is the rain
Because it comes down from the sky and water our garden that is Outside of our houses
A beautiful thing is the soap that removes the dirt from my body and Makes it clean
A beautiful thing is the clothes that keeps my body dressed all day
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Lovely life
I would definitely prefer and ask Almighty
Why on one side love and other side pity?
Why we should be sent to from holy land?
Get into acts and perform with dirty hand
Were we not welcome there and dear to you?
Had we chosen as target lost grace from thou?
All your messages, words preach and say
I am almost here to guide and lead your way
Have we to expose ourselves to testing ground?
Lost in crowd forever and not easily to be found
We may loose peace and beautiful heavenly sound
Even though human being, roam as vultures around
You know it well we may forget our holy mission
We will commit sin and come to you for admission
No remorse at heart but to show it as confusion
In search of goal but without idea or divine vision
You generally preach we are God’s children
Take everybody’s care in sacred heaven
Beautiful trees laden with fruits in garden
What on earth we will achieve or when?
We may not be proved as worthy disciples
Sometimes may err or compromise the principles
Temptation may run high at every moment
Time may not be left to think over or lament
Nothing seems so unique and common in nature
Hand may have palm but with different fingers
Colour or cast faith and belief simply different
Apprehension and mistrust look certainly apparent
It is sailing through rough weather
Storms struck with no means to wither
How to save self and still be so near
No to show displeasure or speak words to hear
Please fill our hearts with love and kindness
Inject ideas to lead life without blindness
Certainly we will prove our worth or credibility
Lovely life without any provocation or hostility
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On pilgrimage
Neither you are on pilgrimage
Nor on conduction of any voyage
You got to make it heaven
At the cost of you life even
Make it worth
Even if pain and agony comes forth
See that you have lived life
Even though it may have double edge of knife
Life on earth is really a blessing
You may find everything missing
There won’t be anything worth
Yet it is beautiful on earth
You may have free air
But still doesn’t look everything fair
You may have rivers plenty of water
Yet you may think it to alter
You may find high mountains
Still more height of it you may maintain
You may think always in term of gain
Get puzzled with little of shock and pain
So take it as chance to see and think
Everything here is not to sink
Take whatever benefit you can
Love the beauty of nature and become a fan
Nature may reward
If you enjoy and look forward
Think it is creation of almighty God
Every object may seem as beautiful as Lord
Your stay is for limited span
Swim over water as white swan
Enjoy every surface you come across
You may everything in his Cross
I, for one, may go for simple stay
Greet the things which may come on the way
Enjoy all beautiful things created on earth
I may enjoy even end resulting into death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Marriage Is Our Garden
Our marriage is our garden.
I want our garden to be beautiful.
With lush green grass,
With fragrant and colourful flowers.
A place of solace.
A place of peace.
A place of love.
Our garden must be watered.
Not watered too much.
As that would saturate the ground.
Not watered too little.
As that would leave the plants wilted.
And our grass barren.
But regularly.
So the flowers can stand tall
It must be weeded.
It must be maintained.
It must be loved.
We will plant seeds in our garden.
For new life makes any garden more beautiful and diverse.
We can harvest the fruit trees, but our harvest is limited
If we eat all the fruit too quick,
Then we must wait until the next harvest to eat again.
If we don't pick the fruit when it is right, it will spoil.
Our harvest is for our family.
If I eat all the fruit myself, then they will starve.
If we eat too much we will get sick.
If we eat what we are supposed to, then we will be healthy.
If we do not monitor the fruit,
Then someone might eat more than their share.
If we do not stand guard in our garden,
A thief might come into the garden to steal our fruit.
The fruit for our family.
For their garden must be barren and their crops have spoiled.
Our garden will stand the test of all seasons.
As all gardens do.
Another garden will also experience the same seasons.
Just at different times.
All gardens face rain.
All gardens get sun.
It is the rain that nourishes the garden and helps it's life to grow.
But our garden must be maintained regularly.
Only artificial things require no maintenance.
The artificial has no life.
It is fake, it is plastic.
Our garden needs to be real.
So life may grow and continue to grow.
So one day our children can enjoy a garden of their own.
For them and their children.
May their garden be overflowing with life and love.
And be the most beautiful garden in the world.
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It's A Beautiful Life
You can do what you want
Just seize the day
What you're doing tomorrow's
Gonna come your way.
Don't you ever consider giving up,
You will find, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be here beside you
And stay until the break of dawn
Take a walk in the park
When you feel down.
There's so many things there
That's gonna lift you up
See the nature in bloom a laughing child
Such a dream, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be here beside you
I just wanna be here beside you
And stay until the break of dawn
You're looking for somewhere to belong.
You're standing all alone
For someone to guide you on your way
Now and forever
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be anybody
We're living in different ways
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you to a place
I've never been before, o yeah
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you in my arms
And fly away with you tonight
It's a beautiful life, oooh...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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To be called beggar
It is curse on earth to be called beggar
It hurts a person as if inserted with the dragger
Who can like such remarks when had plenty?
He is spending life now as beggar with fallen grace from almighty
The cycle changes in everybody's life
Sometimes from the treachery of wife
Sometimes cheated by own relatives
When person remains choosey and subjective
See the lines on the face of beggar
He may look at you with agony and fear
Expecting no big amount but small coin
Collect few and come back to family to join
Not all beggars may have family of their own
Some of them may be earning more and popularly know
Yet majority of them suffer under trauma
As life has cheated them by playing drama
I hesitated for a moment to dropp coin in his hand
He was helpless but had bright eyes and looked as friend
I saw some compulsion in his eyes and felt bad
The same situation can come in our life too and make sad
Even if you want to donate or give with willingness
Give it with pleasure and happiness of face
Never make it known that it is just a gesture
God has given you plenty and act is noble and pure
Let us wish such days not come in anybody's life
It is treacherous and disgraceful to feel edge of knife
Person dies at every moment and finds no answer
Summer, hot sun and rain make their life miserable with showers
Some of the people even act as beggars
They may hold fortune under safe custody and fear
They may find no proper sleep and suffer restless nights
He is beggar by virtue and another is penniless in the street
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple Race
In morning and in evening I pray
Earnestly fall to his feet to show the way
If at all I am doing anything wrong
Virtually with tears and in religious songs
It is the only way to feel guilty
As we are called children of almighty
We are made by him from simple clay
He is the only one to show us with comfortable stay
We are human being and may err
It is neither folly on our part nor error
But a gamble that every individual takes
In quest for obtaining sweet cake
Sin or no sin yet it is great load
Some of the secrets are not to be sold
They are confessed before almighty
With pure heart to regret and feel sorry
He is there with kind heart
To forgive all our sins for new start
We got to assure him of good conduct
This is known to all with simple fact
I shall stay wherever I am
Nothing should bother me or them
He is merciful and our savior
No one is superior or no one is inferior
Let us live as single entity
Prove your worth with nobility
No one takes you for granted
You lead the life as you wanted
Curse or no curse it is your concern
But forget soon when tides turn
Go before him and confess
Life is to be moved on as simple race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thanksgiving On my Birthday
O thank you mum, for giving birth to me,
Unlike the mothers who abort their babes;
The love and care you showed for me was fine;
You toiled so much to make the man, I am!
O thank you dad for rearing me so well,
Unlike the fathers who neglect their young;
The exemplary life you lived on earth
Made you my role-model unmatched till date!
O thank you sisters, brother - all of you,
For sharing in my joys and woes on earth;
Despite some strife, we spent a joyful time,
Experiencing life every moment!
O thank you teachers, neighbours, friends and foes;
You taught me things in life of value great;
And without you, life could have been a bore;
I thank you Mother Nature, my teacher!
O thank you dear, my wife beloved one;
And thank you children for your obedience;
You made our home a pretty one indeed;
God bless and keep you healthy, wealthy, wise!
O thank you God for blessings and your grace;
Your boundless love revealed I am special;
O help me do my duty to my race,
And earn my place in heaven in great style!
O thank you Almighty for my birthday,
That falls on Valentine's Day - lovely day!
And let me pen poems on love for all
Who want to lead a virtuous life, God's way!
'Happy Valentine's Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-12
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Well in advance
The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it t once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome
Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?
Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined
No one may want to deliberate
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman
The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble
You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual
We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible
It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last
It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning
You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation
It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to others
They have their own life to look after and bother
So let us take it as challenge
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I silently hear
I silently hear
It gives me lots of pain when I silently hear
A hidden and curbed voice from distance to bear
It reminds me of a soul that wanted to come on earth
But I didn’t allow it and for the burden sake offered death
How come parent does it with so much known cruelty?
Is it not shame or blot in the present day to feel pity?
It goes on without any brake and demonstrates the brutality
I am known social activist still performed by expressing inability
Girl child are still not preferred in large section
Dowry and other aspects are leading to such actions
Parents love their arrival but express dismay and displeasure
They think it is curse and may bleak the future
So many nights I spent it with unrest
I went blindly for the abortion after conducting the tests
Thank God I was helped by my near friends
I could find to my utter dismay that it was nearly an end
It was almost committing a murder of innocent child
How could a person can think of and go such wild?
How can that new arrival be done to death?
He or she had not even breathed on beautiful earth
It was beautiful child and we really wanted
It was not going to be as were often taunted
But we had no patience and courage to face
We were simply lost on the way and went out of race
One more crime was committed much to our displeasure
How that could be termed as curse or bad future?
What was to happen if she had come on this earth as flower?
We could show much of our love as rainy shower
Today when I lie down in my bed
I am gripped by sadness and feel very bad
When almighty is there to take care of born and dead
How are we going to justify our action and lead?
Let us not perform such act in any situation
Let them come on earth without any question
Let it be in planned manner but with safety
Will then there be real respect and love for almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life Is Lost In You
Life is difficult as we know it is now
Life is rough as we spiral out of control
Life is mean as the people who make it mean
Life is hard living on your own
Life is scary when you get hurt
Life is real and no can change that
Life is kind when you find your first love
Life is caring when he holds you in his arms
Life is nice and he will protect you in anyway
Life is easy with the help of the ones around you
Life is bold with the ones in it
Life is good when people are good
Life is happy when you are happy
Life is unbearable when you cry
Life is crashing as you know it
Life is holding you down
Life is causing problems
Life is and can be turned around
poem by Marilee Morley
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