Deadly Cancer
It was diagnosed as deadly cancer
A disease now common but found with fewer
So much progress has been made in this direction
But patients suffer mental agony with medicine's reaction
Mother was not feeling well since many days
She may remain busy whole day and calmly stay
She knew very well that she is up with disease
But disclosed to me that it should not be made known please
I was elder among in the family and realized the importance
There was no hope at all and she was awaited with bleak chance
I knew she may remain with us for few more days or months
Then may be suddenly taken over by cruel death
Females generally suffer more with such kind diseases
The moment they marry their existence suddenly ceases
They are not only overpowered by lots of responsibility at home
But countered with numerous problems to tackle and welcome
I could clearly see worry lines on her face
But she won't allow any body to find trace
She will be smiling all the time and remain cheerful
As if life was defeat4d and she remained successful
Such was her dominating character
Sometimes she will make us to roar in laughter
Forgetting all the pains caused by incurable disease
She used to say 'Life must be spent always at ease'
I will direct look at her eyes and try to find out
Why she is always trying to be normal and talk about?
She was funny too and played with small kids
Never failed in her duty for providing the clear lead
She breathed her last with complete control
There was panic or any distress call
She called everybody near by her bed
Bade farewell and told some one for hymns to be heard
She closed her eyes very slowly
Face with beautiful smile and happily
She was not defeated till the last
As the end came peacefully but very fast
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
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My Mother
Mom never differentiated between children
She was going out of her way even
But since I was eldest out of all
She will surely take me with love and affectionately call
Very funny and smiling as I was in childhood
People loved me at my visiting places in neighborhood
Mother will scold me and warn not to go so often
But I may disregard her advice and simply move on
She did everything to bring me up with all kindness
She never bore fatigue or any kind of uneasiness
Her face may remain bright all the time with smile on face
I used to watch here number of hours and suddenly chase
She was always worried about my growing age
What I will be doing in life when suddenly left out of cage
I may not fare well and will harm the future
She was little worried but didn't know for sure
People used to call me naughty and troublesome
Even though I wore innocent smile and looked handsome
They may let me go without any complaint to mother
But mother knew it all and that continued her to bother
I had tears in eyes when I saw her completely aged
Even though she is same as was before but nearly managed
After so many years of away from her I missed every moment
I didn't let her down later on and acted wise for all the movements
She may smile secretly and put a pat on the back
'You were only my concern and source of worry'
She may pull me near and shower all her feelings
I was luckiest person among all to have her as blessings
When I was back from my recent assignment
I did find her in complete ill health with difficult movements
I could hardly stop self and went over to her forehead
Pasted a gesture of fulfillment and tried to read
She was all for praise and smiled
I was not taken up seriously for a while
Today she is less concerned for me than all
I take her with me for evening walk and stroll
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Offer In Response
She had nothing to offer in response
The argument and counter was so intense
None of us wanted to fall an inch backward
As some of the accusations were never heard
It is openly believed that love thrive only on trust
It is laid down criteria and there is no special insistence or thrust
If one wants to stay long in race and achieve
It is got to be adhered and believed
If any one of the willing partner has something to hide
They may compromise on certain issued and not confide
Thus weakening the very foundation or strong base
Then there will be trust erosion and wrong chase
A chase never dreamed of and far from reality
As love always unite the people with fine quality
Nothing comes on the way if two are longing for each other
Only one aim in life to remain together and forever
I sensed some thing had developed wrongly
So far we quiet peaceful and lead happily
I hurried back to defuse the situation
As it would have played havoc with its continuation
As I looked back to find out
She was seen serious and was to turn about
The worry lines clearly reflected on her face
I could feel so sorry but pained heavily to trace
I knew she would pounce on me severely
As it had hurt her pride and honor immensely
But it was not of my doing at all
It had developed all of sudden at wrong call
Females are gifted with kind heart
It is really good quality and fine art
Generally gents are considered stupid and unreasonable
But females pull the cart successfully without inviting troubles
I caught her attention by pleading innocently
It was earnest appeal made so gently
It made impact and cut the ice silently
Her voice got clear and spoke again fluently
She was all for great smile again
I could remove the agony and pain
This is now seen as no show down
But to admit frankly mistakes and own
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Women Are Kind
Women are very kind and mild in nature
They are embodiment of love and keep us secured
Enough of tolerance power is rested with them
We are careless and they are the one to take care of us and frame
There are several instances reported about plight
Torture and cruelty committed on them with quarrel and fight
They remain helpless in the entire period and suffer
No one may side with them and at single point differ
Whatever may be their qualification and back ground
They prove weak in defense and helplessly found
Yet one can't escape the duty and responsibility
Their silence is taken as weakness and poor quality
Many brides are burnt alive for the want of material gain
Husband and entire family members make her to suffer with pain
If she has poor father and brought nothing in dowry
There are all chances and reason to lead to worry
Such cruel stories are repeated in every age
Poor woman fall prey and unable to manage
It is tough time for them to face and manage
Some of them come out successfully and write about courage
Gents to suffer in some of the cases
Life is made hell with al odds to face
Rules are such to put him to be disadvantageous
Their stories are circulated in print and make them famous
Life is meant to suffer if that runs in rough weather
We have to pull it under any circumstances together
Some difficulties may arise but it must be taken care of
Life should not be made impossible for others to see and laugh
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A school life
The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration
There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays
The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school
It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways
There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well
The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone
The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set
It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane
It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife
They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles
As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find
It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own
Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner
The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
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Nice to worry
It is always nice to worry
As life can not ended in hurry
It will have its own time to click
Whether you are alright or sick
Life is considered as mystery
Useless things to carry
Remain sad or make it merry
Problems may always be there to vary
We have no time to pray God
As we are burdened with the load
Why can’t we read between lines?
As world from other side is seen very fine
The worries may never go off
We have so much tension and enough
It is routine and can not lead us to be upset
We must tackle calmly and then forget
Sometimes you are seized with no worry
Then also you are worried and feel sorry
Life seems so hollow and unworthy
You feel dejected and seek sympathy]
It is human nature to dream for more
Always wants to win over others and score
Such unhealthy thoughts push you to the extreme
The shot sure battle is lost and making chance very grim
It will never end till your death
You may worry about how others will be laying wreath
It is none of your concern how people will react after
If you disclose such things then they will roar into laughter
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A long inning
As mother had played long inning
She breathed her last in the evening
She knew in advance about the end
It was known to us from her feelings and trend
She would not mind about anything
She won’t ask for or call for something
It was her desire to see us well off
She never wanted us to offer any bluff
She was looking at ceiling
Even though for months she was ailing
She had all kind of satisfaction
Bright eyes reflected the same indication
She was lying on the cot
Life spent on various odds to be fought
It was her life time ambition
To be with us without any condition
She did not expect a single favor
She provided us full cover
We will go near to her and touch the feet
She would affectionately look at and greet
She was active till the last day
It was her life and with full sway
She acted dominant and had complete way
We too were afraid to go away
Such glorious inning was about to end
We informed all relatives and friends
It was her desire that all should remain her bedside
She had nothing to hide or confide
She breathed heavily and lost the control
Her body remained there without soul
It was left for heavenly abode
We watched silently with heavy load
She bore same innocence but with authority
It was her secret weapon and quality
She will not mind for our being defiant
She offered full explanation and very variant
She was not in pain at all
The life had ended with her call
She lived life at full length
That was only her strength
We were her treasure
She had everything for sure
All members were brought up clean atmosphere
She had all the satisfaction to be on earth here
Father turned pale at last moment
He could not cry or offer comment
No word was offered from his for his mouth
We could clearly feel autumn wind from north to south
She stood for all those glorious years
She was all for smile and without tears
This kept us in good mood with confidence
We were let off peacefully with all incidences
Even though mother has left us for a while
She had covered long distance of miles
It was divine smile for all of our family members
The shade under banyan tree was for us to remember
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There’s Always a Dawn
There were spears
There were swords
Made for hunting
Not war
Yet with it, from the blood of the innocent will create a new dawn
But war came
Great battles and fights
Many dead
Few still alive
To face the never ending dawn
A new world made
By the people who were left
Conquerors and Defeated
United in one land
A new dawn created with the help of man
The one land changed
More wars began
Famine and disease
Grew a part of that
But the dawn still remained
It was after these wars that history began
Written by the victors about
The defeated
The damned
The dawn was never mentioned- forgotten
These people
The defeated left the land
In search for a new home
Away from the wars
Searching forever for a new dawn
Perhaps they were wise
To leave with such haste
For the empire they once knew
Began to break
The dawn now remembered- the people prayed
The empire broke
The great kingdom now gone
In its place a new world just like the dawn
Still life in the world went on and on
Yet the dawn was still worshiped- never forgotten
The years past
More wars began
Countries discovered
New weapons for man
The promise man made- left to die
Centuries turned
Discoveries made
Technology found
Diseases dead
Still on and on the dawn survives
But for every technology there’s always a weapon
For every discovery there’s always a second
With one disease dead more still arrive
And with every new day a new world is created
Though the dawn still remained
So the world keeps turning
In the dark and light
For every bad thing
There’s always a light
In the dawn
In war it is Peace
In death it is Life
In disease it is the Cures
In the world it is Hope
Disguised as the dawn
Hope keeps us going
Through the bad it is strength
To do what is right, To help the world
In the light it shines, shines for the future, a brighter day
A new dawn
The earth might be in darkness
With a shadow on its edge
Waiting to consume
Till the universe is dead
The dawn still remains
But still the world keeps turning
Like the never ending dawn
Time is forever
And the universe survives
Because of the dawn
It might seem the end
Of the world that we know
But at the end of a day
There’s always mans hope
There’s always a dawn
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Almighty is one
You need not be confused
My existence is never refused
From time to time the question has been raised
Yet the hard core criminals have also praised
You need not think hard
Don't look down but always forward
See above the earth and towards sky
You may never raise the question why?
Why do you remain concerned?
People praise only when they are threatened or cornered
They are ungrateful people
Never know what is called life and struggle
No one gets easy way
Don't think they can easily pass away
They have to suffer here on this earth
Face the pain and anguish at the time of death
Let there remain no doubt
There is nothing to talk about
Each soul on earth owes its existence
To me only as it has been given to them as pure chance
Think about messiahs and emissaries
They have emerged among adversaries
They had their mission to spread the message
Their views, messages are fully inscribed on the pages
People die because of their misdeeds
Their disloyal and aimless life should never be read
They suffer because of their misdoings
Punishment is same for poor and kings
Believe it or not but almighty is one
Its existence can be denied by none
Let there be no doubt in mind
In different form you may always find
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A total isolation
I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement
It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such
This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning
You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm
You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears
You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case
You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound
It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race
It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age
Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store
You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake
Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy
Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last
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Questions Remain
Thousands of questions remain unanswered
Eyes try to see through world but solution never offered
It may go on till the life does exist on this beautiful earth
We may cease to exist still it may hunt on till the death
Life for woman in particular is of so much importance
They have been assigned with particular role hence
Whole world trains gun on this beautiful and delicate creature
Where as we all see in her a stable and bright future
What is she not doing for us in any role?
As mother she has enough of pain to tolerate and tell
As sister she has to keep lovely atmosphere with tradition
Unique chance to maintain bond and sacred relation
Did any one ever notice pain in her eyes?
Did any one even thought of it or tried?
Many might have sincerely tried to help and gone to rescue?
But generally she has been denied her role and dues
She may not open her mouth till the last
She has tolerance power to stand fast
I tried to know what exactly can be words
But failed to grasp as they have vision to look only forward
Now world at large has changed
Many of the unexplored areas are fully managed
Females are occupying important position and discharge function
Yet we fail to notice gradual change or level of reduction
We advocate limited role for ladies
As if they are custodian for somebody
Speak about them where it is unwanted
Only flaws are to be noticed and pointed
I may be one of those orthodox people
Even till date there still enough of trouble
Many unanswered questions till remain
They have no control over their own domain
Hopefully we may witness that bright day
When females may exert in every field with permanent say
As moon and starts are parts of sky and will stay
They may continue to move forward and have way
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Have A Nice Day
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.
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Last advice
Papa was looking at the ceiling
As wanted to pass on something
I could guess something unusual
He was quiet and looked so casual
He had sensed his departure in advance
He may be surely debating his last chance
To see everybody standing by his bed side
The may be bide adieu with eyes wide
Normally relative gather when end nears
Secretly cry and shed the tears
It is normal human feeling with attachment
Sad feeling at heart and heavy moment
I did not miss his last advise
He had taken from me a promise
That I shall remain alert and act wise
"In this world there is no other choice" he had confided
I miss those moments and remember his face
There were visible fear lines with some traces
He had some unfilled task for me to complete
He took my hand with grief and tried to greet
This made my heart down with grief
Even though he spoke little and remained brief
We all were sure that this time he will be gone
I prayed almighty for his last breathe to be peacefully done
All parents are alike when their end approach
They may want all relatives near to bed as such
They would see it with all kind of satisfaction
Look all over places at home with recitation
We are poor human animal
There is so much celebration upon our arrival
When time comes at last for departure
They remember God and pray as creator
I slipped deep in the thought
As this was new situation and suddenly was brought
I was new to such tragic event
Unforgettable in whole life to resent
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Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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Being small child
I was not afraid of being small child
As father was so gentle and mild
Mother too had full quota of affection
Everything was laughed out as my childish action
Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed
I was not bitten but always kissed
Taken in arms and rounded at all places
I knew little why they all had smile on faces?
Everybody was ready to take me out
I had no chance to talk or think about
I was pleasure girl and liked by all
They will be courteous and give me fine call
If the days had wings I would have preferred
To remain as child and waited to be conferred
All precious gifts and great smiles with love
Stay with me comfortably and finally drove
I remember holding parent’s hand
For me there was never any end
It was just beginning and I was just following
I was restricted to move with caution of slowing
I have gathered the strength and started to move
I had to only advance with age and nothing to prove
The days are passing like rain and am coming off fast
I don’t remember when it was over and did last
Those memorable days over
There is no more fathers’ cover
No one scolds me for any action
I find hardly any reaction
Some new shape is taking place in my womb
Father is with me and slowly leading me with thumb
There is generation gap and I am simply following
I try to slip in sweet memory but it not allowing
I may be mother in few weeks
My child may definitely seek
Some protection and advice
Would her/his deeds suffice?
I need not struggle hard to find
The past days have gone with the wind?
I should learn how to be generous and very kind
Not to follow it as routine or as blind
I was shown the middle path to go safe and slow
In the same way I will try for my child to grow
The same treatment and same love for unborn
That is not the worry for me or whole concern
It is complete cycle and likely to be repeated
The main purpose is never going to be defeated
I think nothing goes against unless you opt
You must be willing to accept the fact and be very prompt
*How close we are to know about being nice flower”
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Sad days
I remember those sad days
Life with lots of problems on the way
No cheers but question of life and death
Fight for square meals a day and unable to breath
Mother used to put me at her back
As everything was at stake
Life for child remained a source of concern
The future was to be changed in turn
I remember her working at farm
Soil to dig when sun wan not warm
Work to start when breeze still on surface
No worry lines to appear on the face
She was not only bold but assertive too
Life was meant to be challenge and felt as true
Work hard or get nothing in return
Energy in body to be burnt in turn
Tears have no place to fall on the ground
It is lovely, beautiful and laborious round
“I won’t die my lovely child” she may murmur
Make me laugh and tease with humor
How can be life harder than this?
If some one doesn’t get it then it is surely a miss
We don’t die or perish as a result of hard labor
The ship has to be taken at the berth of harbor
God only knows how many years it may take?
But surely it will be long drawn yeas to make
Life then will be put on right track
You may look back a past with no feelings of an ache
I don’t know where from that urge comes
To fight the situation and smilingly welcome
Not to get discouraged if means are meager
Slowly it builds and makes man perfect and stronger
Leave not behind any such regret
You were not meant to suffer such fate
If one has time on his or her side
There is no need to lament or search for guide
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Girl friend
It is beautiful to dream about girl friend
As world is wide and horizon has no end
Sky is limitless and youth is like wrong wind
It can flow in any direction and beautifully find
All quest ends with holy bond
You marry a girl which you are very fond of
A step in right direction to start new journey
Worry about future to earn more money
Still you have not come out of wonderful image
Cow boy feeling and to impress upon others with age
Still throwing all gestures to woo and seek friendship
Even though the safe anchorage has been done to life ship
It involved two tracks to make further move
Clear ability to handle affairs at home to prove
And any misgiving if arising then to remove
It is clear and neat art to demonstrate with love
God has made human mind like monkey's brain
Even if monkey gets old he will not forget to train
If chance is within reach then he will jump too in fray
Go as far as possible on branches and try to stay
I too liked idea like any other human being longed
Dreamed about beautiful relation and steps were wronged
Was that really a part of living?
Certainly not strong argument for believing
Human mind has skill of developing crooked mind
Many ready made excuses will emerge and be found
But one thing remains certain and disgusting too
"Girl friend along with wife is not at all true"
It can't be said or equated with art of living
It can be termed as compromise for believing
Person may feel little relief from extra marital affair
But in real terms it can't be termed as fair
For certain reasons if it is agreed to with consent
Some of the doubts and apprehension may remain absent
Childless stage or incurable disease can be termed as one of the reasons
But it certainly depends on the stubborn thinking of a person
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Birth Of A Child
I've been floating around here for quite some time,
They need to release me I've reached my prime,
I'm kicking and punching I will find a way,
In here I'm restricted so I don't want to stay.
Together we've made such a wonderful team,
But my quest for freedom is now so extreme,
Nine months of this is more than devotion,
But suddenly I hear lots of commotion.
What is going on I'm feeling much hotter,
The strange thing is I'm no longer in water,
This feeling is intense I need to get out,
From outside my confinement I hear a shout.
Breathe deeper they're saying you're almost there,
Who are they talking to this just isn't fair,
Just then I see what I think is a light,
The feeling though frightening really does excite.
I'm almost there but I won't be rushed,
The fact is I feel like I'm being crushed,
My lungs are bursting I can't last much longer,
Suddenly the momentum is getting stronger.
At this point I look up and what do I see,
Bright lights and strange beings at last I am free,
There is to-ing and fro-ing as I make lots of noise,
They're saying it's the same with both girls and boys.
At last I can see that person I've heard,
My Mother with whom my life I have shared,
They separate us now but we'll never be apart,
Forever more she'll remain in my heart.
After they've cut my umbilical cord
Together we go to the maternity ward
This feeling of freedom is driving us wild
There's nothing to compare with,
'' The Birth Of A Child ''
No More
Father was running small shop
As trader he was considered flop
Even though with investment he was called merchant
He was gentleman and had no reason to resent
We used to live and pull on bare means
As he was in fix to find two square meals
Income was low and always falling short
His boat was never reaching at port
Totally unconcerned with worldly affairs
He seemed to be kind at heart and very fare
He will call me near and put hand over head
Advise of me of few words and try to read
Tears may just roll from my eyes
As I could see pain in his futile try
He wanted me to grow as fast as possible
To remove all poverty and take the family out of troubles
The hard days existed for many days
He could bear no more and passed away
I was informed of in the school and rushed
So as to witness but nearly got pushed
He was laid straight on ground
People around him were silently found
No one uttered a word but consoled me
As I was still minor and seemed laden with worry
I did not forecast about what would be the future
Now everything was rested with on the mother
I was her sole hope and she had no tears
She was mentally prepared to look forward and bear
I could see and experience little grief
But it soon got vanished and remained for brief
We could wait no more for sad days
There was urgent need to cope and pay
Death of an elder in home is huge loss
It can result in loss and may certainly cause
The heavy burden on family members
To face it bravely with lots of things to remember
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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