Deep crisis
Sun was beaming at very long height
Rays were as usual penetrating and bright
Could not stare it for longer than a moment
It had darkest patches ever for nothing to comment
Full energy source for whole living being
Only celestial body recognized as powerful king
Universe may freeze if stops for a while
I was amused at dark patches meanwhile
Does the powerful too has to suffer/
How many obstacles in between to serve as buffer?
Not at mercy of anybody and everything to offer
Still I saw helplessness to come under scanner
I found it really coinciding with my status
I had everything which can be considered as plus
Still feeling discontentment as point minus
May be I was plugged with some disease as virus
Moon too shined at distance with beautiful face
No rival or adversary in whole sky for race
It disillusioned me when I found some patches
Why moon so deficient even with so many riches?
I continue to regard this phenomenon as promises broken
Beautiful words please when they are mildly spoken
Who would love to be down with natural disfavor?
When gifted with shining beauty in strong armor
Every object has its inherent ups and down
We should be at best all the times but should not frown
Sun may show real anger with his surroundings brown
Moon too may show displeasure with silver crown
Still they carry on with what ever they have
Rise and set with responsibility and behave
They never deviate from their destined axis
We change the position when face the crisis
We often change our attitude and color
We never think positively against or for
Every object has its inherent weakness
It is how we observe and witness
One always tends to think endlessly in this regard
Keeps position intact and moves little forward
It keeps him in dilemma for unknown reason
Nothing can prevent him from acting as person
Time may come when one has to act as responsible
Situation may not be favorable but reversible
It may boom range and come on you at any time
He or she need not to resort to any other method or crime
You can’t be perfect in all the respects and function
Heavenly bodies may have their sometimes malfunction
We, as human beings, may err and feel bad about shortcomings
Its is reality and fact that we are bound to come out of innings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Moon
As I was bidding bye to mother,
Found there shining object other,
Mom was waving hand in smile,
I was stunned and amused for while,
Why I was feeling so cool?
Did I loose nerves and looked fool?
Dark was disappearing with her show,
Silver lines were coming in flow,
I had mixed feeling and joy,
Mom in sky and moon enjoy,
Was a thought simple rejoice?
Gentle touch with low voice,
Moon was slowly emerging,
Stars darkened with rays shining,
I wanted to measure her dark patches,
With imaginary painting and colourful catches,
I conveyed her to rise slowly,
Beautiful object ruling only,
Movement slowly with gentle walk,
Whispering in ears with smile and talk,
I want to share happiness,
All goodness to isolate loneliness,
Belongingness found in oneness,
Is it not said in pure greatness?
I continue to hold lenient view,
Look for solace and advice for few,
Your are my symbol for peace,
With silver linings and mind at ease.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Patches Of
patches of sunlight,
patches of clouds.
patches of Jesus,
patches of doubt.
patches of joy,
patches of pain.
patches of hope,
patches of strain.
patches of tomorrow,
patches of today.
patches of forever,
patches of 'cant stay'!
patches of loving,
patches of cold.
patches of youth,
patches of old.
patches of bravery.
patches of fear.
patches of happiness,
patches of tears.
patches of life,
patches of death.
patches of trying
with your last breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spotless object
Spotless object
I saw spotless emerging object
Very much silvery and natural act
Slowly rising from the bottom of the sky
With full size and feeling very shy
Beauty can seldom be narrated
Now with any of the object equated
Such a beautiful scene with no blockade
Whole of sky illuminated with no sign of shade
I saw spotless character
As if highly integrated as lady actor
What a beautiful show altogether!
In fine atmosphere with cool weather
Not a single person can resist temptation
Few words in praise with so much elation
How come an object rise with so much of elegance?
Lovers across the world give so much of importance
Stars have no place to twinkle
Only moon has space and capable
Complete sway over millions of hearts
An object seen as unparallel natural art
Can you imagine few spots on the face?
As if cried for few minutes in waiting race
The smile was clearly reflected as sign of happiness
That is why there was brightness all over on the face
The sadness and pain was left all behind
We have no means to point out or find
The wonders behind such a artful show
Where you find all inspirations with glow
Such a humble and all round show in universe
Where all love hungry people see and converse
Express their desire with full of promises
Not to part with any of the reasons with slight miss
I shall depict it as heavenly creature
Where only peace and love resides for future
No hatred but enough of space for future generations
With a sole aim to rise again for maintaining relation
We may miss such a scene for times to come
If not adhere to in our life and welcome
What we need to see at this object and learn!
We must enjoy it with peace leaving behind all concerns
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Spring Has
Spring has lovely means to bring
All birds together with cuckoo to sing
Not by poor along but also king
To feel about change around the ring
Young veins allow and open to flow
For fresh blood to speed fast and show
Its real color for nature's love
Trust it more and strongly believer
It is time for changing old cloth
We it is nice time for both
To breathe and stay together
To be called innocent and passionate lover
It is in fact a lesson
For various reasons
If natures adopts change
We should look forward and manage
Love is to be made exception
It has no reason to feel for relation
It is same in autumn or monsoon
But spring may make it possible soon
What a way to observe and watch?
To get lost in moment to catch
Move around in hand to hand
Not to make others to feel jealous about friend
Moon is the only witness
Where lovers find their true face
No way to get lost over in any case
As it seems to be the only race
Silver light hunts around
Make all surrounding silvery to be found
Not only beautiful land but trees too shine
Make it superfluous to feel fine
I close the eyes when go near
Just lower the lips without any fear
It makes soul to feel and bear
The closeness to feel with few tears
It shall be endeavor of both souls
To seek solace and warmth not to commit fails
It is one of the memorable moments
To feel and make other to feel as heavenly sent
It may soon slip over to autumn
Many lovers may think bad and condemn
Yet it is change and time to settle down
To know each other and own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A moon and stars
Oh, little little shining stars
you all stay very far
The sky get lit up with silver rays
we enjoy dark night with nothing to pay
What a lovely scene to be enjoyed by an eye
all narrow thoughts disappear but want to fly
there is now question of 'ifs', 'buts' and 'why'
you twinkle all the times as if feeling very shy
Galaxy with starts function as family
widely spread but as an single entity
beautiful place created by an almighty
hang in balance in a place called very empty
No wind observed with little life on surface
still there is invasion on sanctity with mad race
what a beautiful reflection when struck by light
never seen such glow in deadly night
An open object with beautiful imagination
poets and writers raise many questions
how you look so beautiful yet with black patches
very far from land but eyes to catch
Who has read real reflections?
how can it be termed as dead action?
millions watch over with silent reaction
eyes do not close even for fraction
There may not be single life to be seen
yet beautifully depicted with lively scene
lots of praise and admiration from laymen
only lover's heart can feel pulse in human
You have remained there for centuries
with so many questions and queries
you were never a source of worry
many hearts have wept by expressing sorry
Hand in hand to last forever
many doubts in mind however
yet very cool and pleasant feeling
submission to come very late but almost willing
O moon, o stars, you are close to chest
hearts beat fast when yo move to west
you remain there with never ending show
the sky should illuminate with fine glow
Not a single ray can cause harm
cool in nature yet creation of charm
pulses beat in isolation and feel very warm
birds may soon go up to reach and swarm
Where is fear of feeling lonely?
the nature has manged it solely
they hang in balance but does not loose the height
we crumble on ground with our own weight
We are beautifully gifted with insight
though there may be sweet memory to fight
it may make us sad when see the emergence of moon
all sadness to disappear immediately or very soon
Though mild object with limited role
it has ever fascinated and stole
our mind and heart at regular interval
it has been great moment to watch your arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Beautiful Reflection
I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention
I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy
I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow
I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke
T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry
Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody
I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home
I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future
If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse
The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment
It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A beautiful figure
I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention
I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy
I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow
I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke
T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry
Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody
I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home
I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future
If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse
The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment
It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
All roses
If there were no flowers to compete
The colors would have been totally unknown
If it were totally rejected and thrown
Every object has been assigned with some recognition
They stand tall with full name and recognition
The mango is considered as all time high and king of fruits
Only for its quality to be felt as full of sweet
As the time moves on, they add some natural quality
Every object and its surrounding has special identity
It is understood by even small kid as to what is referred
They will accept willingly as and when it is offered
Same stands good for flowers too
Some flowers occupy good position and it is very true
They have fragrance and distinct smell to attract
The human mind and nostrils to smell and act
The mind comes to full sense and feels freshness
Everybody knows the source and never try to trace
Some of the flowers boom through out the year
The bees make beautiful sound to be liked by the ears
The roses occupy unique position and considered as king of flowers
It is signified as symbol of love and no one has adverse answers
It is liked by all and aligned with true love and purity
Since it is treated as symbol of love, it has maintained dignity
Many legendry stories evolve around Goddesses
Some of them are known by flowers they possess
Though it has attached lots of importance
There is in it a great deal of substance
There is so much linkage of rose with nature
The very good health has been referred as pink for sure
It has to be handled with delicacy and care
At least everybody is conscious and very much aware
The roses are placed at the feet of God
The beautiful woman adores head with rose
It becomes all the more symbolic
There is strong belief and logic
The beauty has to be protected by thorn
They are weak force and can’t do of their own
So many are sworn enemy and very jealous
They have the problems and face it very continuous
The beauty is to see and not to spoil
It will be useless if you want to avail
The beauty may eventually die
If you cruelly make attempt or try
It is not at all bad to dream or have desire
But such things are meant to be admired
They may regain the glory and name
If we adore them and not put them to shame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For Ladies
I wished full moon still to grow
In its zenith with full bright glow
No where to be seen such a shining object
Only one of its kinds with cool and fascinating act
I had read about several praises
Lots of admirations with mad chase
Source of aspirations and lovers refuge
Who can say no at beautiful scene and refuse?
I had learnt lot things from this holy object
To remain cool under any circumstances or act
Nothing to loose from merely remaining quiet
Complete cyclone was to pass of peacefully and let
When ever I had chance to look back at past memory
I could still feel proud and claim it without remorse or sorry’
I had seen her image in moon and dreamed about
She almost ruled the mind and nothing else was sought
What prevented from out rightly asking her hand?
The society has always leaning towards richness or trend
I faced this dilemma but could gather the strength
We almost dreamed about life on same length
Life was to be neatly spread over years
I was not believing or refusing ears
She had made up her mind to fall in lines
As I saw it as heavenly gift or chance
Life was not that smooth or had fine sailing
But it was accepted fact with no trailing
Life was heavenly sent chance and was universal fact
We knew its deep meaning and hence had nothing to react
We had seen all seasons with bright sunshine
All were to be seen and reflected as very much divine
Who could answer for their being in our life?
Who could sincerely answer for it better than our wife?
All those years really take me back in those struggling days
Cool breeze, powerful blaze and cool moon always showed the ways
What else man can learn from this heavenly bodies?
Especially when question arise to defend ladies?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Her Own Axies
The earth rotates on its own axis
It has some theory behind or thesis
Scientists have proved it beyond doubt
There remains nothing to talk about
It may have many reasons to support
But as mother, I have only one destination and port
The ship has already anchored safely
I have reason to breathe happily
Whole of world is around me and my children
That gives me real joy when they are not near even
The thought about their being with me is enough
I have every reason to feel happy and make laugh
All mothers of world are of same brand and nature
They find nothing in children except bright future
The sun may rise or not but children may make her day
Hardship or no hardship, she has to feel it in same way
Modern, poor, rich or working class woman
They are extra ordinary and simply act as human
Their own interest comes as secondary object
They love to die for new born with known fact
We are all aware of such beautiful world
Where mother has special position to hold
At no place they are reminded about the role or told
It is their inherent feeling and we all feel secured in that fold
If women had only one role as mother
Who could go against her wish and tend to differ?
Cruelty and other things pinch our heart
As she is the only one soul to be missed as real part
Lots of praises have been showered
Even words spoken may not have same intensity to have answered
It is mere recognition that stands good all the times
We are all committed to honor but falter sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Clouds and moon
Moon is easy love object and sought after
Can be seen so beautifully reflected even in water
He is calm with all his expressions and remains cool
Silver rays and pure love can’t make anybody fool
if he is to be protected then it has to be done
He should be approached easily by none
Something has to be there around for his shield
If all were to stake claim for him and field
He can’t be hidden even by clouds
Clouds thunder may create loud bang and sound
Love still can be felt far off and found
Moon’s face is glittering silver white in round
It is momentary set back for moon to reappear
With all spell bound force in dreams to appear
Love is not to fade away but to realize in sense
All love birds should feel and don’t have to remain tense
Don’t blame clouds for their darkness
It is nothing but form of kindness
You should not cry for lovely and passionate moon
I have to protect him to bring to you soon
No harm will be done to his lady lovers
I too shall accompany and bless him with showers
No garden will be ruined with flowers to dry
Don’t curse for his love and make endless cry
You will have your moon along with light
He will be seen with naked eye with full sight
No one can take him away from you as right
You need not cry or endlessly cry and fight
No one shall tease you for happy dreams
You may witness silver lights in its realms
You shall claim rightfully in your possession
Must feel contended with your holy obsession
I cover moon’s face with darkness to shield
No external ill power can make him to yield
Effect fades away lovely moon face
I hide his face to escape from race
All your fears are unfounded and based on error
It is plain fact and can be witnessed in the mirror
Your fate is not sealed but decided with destiny in favor
Moon will have to come with full force and reappear
Moon will remain there as symbol of great attachment
Slight disappearance cannot be termed as detachment
Many hearts may be seeing in him virtual embodiment
Love at heart and fulfillment of desire or contentment
O, moon you appear in your full boom
There should be no doubt or have any room
Whole world looks toward you as guiding force
There should be no single tear or any remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A baby boom
Each ward full of new arrivals
For parents not less than festivals
Joy and happiness could be read on face
Who could definitely tell what their race was?
Full of cheers and cries all over in the warden
All are excited with their entries all of sudden
May be it is arrival of spring in garden
Plants are ready to make the show very often
It may be just beginning of new season
Flowers may boom with some reason
Fragrance may be spread with lot of joy
Soon children may be playing with beautiful toys
This land is beautiful garden with lot of arrivals
Some may breathe and some may face dismissal
What do they bring in for us to live little longer?
It is feeling of unique kind which grows stronger and stronger
Flowers of different kind and color strongly wish to survive?
We just look at them and do nothing or take no steps to revive
We just enjoy their momentary appearance and allow them to fade
We think of nothing and consider it as routine or mere trade
Why do we love children more in initial days?
What a beautiful way of offering smile in innocent way?
Do they bring all type of hopes in the form of bright ray/
Do we last long in the hope and express solidly in pray?
It is how the world moves on and so we to with our mission
We humbly let almighty to know when we make submission
We seek all the time His blessings for present and future
We need to be simple and honest and make it doubly sure
As children rise on their feet with the passage of time and grow
Their efficiency in all the respect and worth to show
We may realize the importance of their being
They may prove and carry us on their powerful wing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Good from tonic
Good from tonic
No one can expect to remain on the top
But if one wants then no one can stop
But it is natural law and rule
One can learn it when see the full moon
Moon looses position day by day
From light to dark gradually each day
To be totally sleeping to another side
When you can see only horizontal wide
Sun appears from east with mild rays
Bring early life to all for the full day
No one waits for the second to miss
As everybody bows head and take it as bliss
Each one of us is aware of sun's importance
We can witness next day only by chance
If we happen to find next day morning
Pray almighty to take you safely in the evening
See the sun in its full size
Either in full with rise
Or in evening when it is all set
To meet its decline with fate
I see red lights on wane
As tail blaze from landing plane
With one aim to reach in its respective place
Where mankind breathes to withdraw from the race
We can see and witness evening scene
Where sun is with naked eyes quietly seen
It is gift from departing energy ball
We withdraw and retire with cease call
Try and find out the reason
Many may offer but vary from person to person
It is artist's eye that finds out real magic
Full day's energy loss can be made good from tonic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beautiful people
I see no reason why I should not love beautiful people
What can be attributed more if I equally mix without any trouble!
Such feeling has given me no detachment for all those who are not gifted
I have been admirer for all those unprivileged and stand is never shifted
It is natural to feel drawn toward beautiful object
Rose is perfect and ideal if we compare with it and act
It doesn't mean that other flowers are of less importance
We have seen the rose coming up in beautiful garden by chance
I consider my self lucky to have witnessed it
That can be considered as nice occasion for someone to greet
If rose is preferred for then it is natural preference
The look, color and charm stand for gracious show and elegance
This is outer show and we see nothing what is actually hidden
Why normal people sometimes come in prominence all of sudden
Not because they were neglected so far and had chance to emerge
But it was their beautiful heart and feelings that made strong urge
Sometimes we meet with unexpected deception
We are cheated after being accorded warm reception
You may love to hate what has been your strong conviction?
You have realized now the unfair opinion in question
There are thousands such living things on earth
They appear on surface, live for short duration and meet with death
Yet their contribution to mankind is worth and to be noted
If need be praised and in comas nicely quoted
We never look at our mother for her beautiful appearance
She is dear to us and we try to go near her at once
So many things appeal us not because of their outer show
But the grace given to them with shining and glitter to flow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Not a single moment
For not a single moment it struck to my mind
That moon may suddenly turn unkind
The silver rays may hurt me and burn whole body
The object liked by me may turn nobody
I was excited so much and gave another look
The moon looked before spotless now looked crook
That smile made me little nervous as it was growing in size
I was sinking deeper and feared people may call me unwise
How many nights I had spent in coolness?
Waiting for him to gain power and fullness
Those silver lines illuminating bright face
Searching for beautiful objects in race
I saw one or tow treachery lines
I feared they may desert and sideline
What feared me most was total eclipse!
When I may find darkness so dense
I saw you one more time
It reminded me of unknown crime
Love was to be known as unpardonable
Enough to land me in knee deep trouble
Now even stars smiled mildly
They twinkled but joked unkindly
They were in love for years
How was I going to steal their dear?
I was at deep pain to respond
I listened to all taunts but did not correspond
It did not suit in love games
As love was inextinguishable flame
Neither did It humiliate nor disheartened
On the contrary it made me happy and heartened
It was fortunate that I only came to know the facts
Otherwise it would have been considered as bad acts
Whole world and lovers take oath under your name
Walk hand in hand in free environment without shame
You provide opportune time and place to unite
Where you appear in full and provide illuminated night
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A real icon
Her beauty was completely exposed
When on full moon night she deposed
I didn’t see her in full natural beauty
Thought it was not the necessasity
What made her to look so clumsy?
I had painted her picture very rosy
She was to be one of the best
It was really true and enduring test
She had black patches on the face
I think she had fallen out of race
She had nothin g to show as grace
There was no beautiful trace
She might have remained as love icon
Her beauty might have remained as beacon
Thousands of lovers might have seen her as idol
Today it represented really a black hole
I think beauty doesn’t remain for ever
Still she is exceptionally beautiful however
I find very much calm on or aroun her
She may remain permanently symbol there
There is no doubt about coceptual theory
It makes us joyful with beautiful story
The joyful ride on beautiful chariot
Who will not like it except fool or idiot?
It is pivotal postion that no one can hold
One has to be devoted, sincere and bold
She can be firmly held and owned
Rightfully appreciated and crowned
Try to see her from the distance
Quote good examples and instances
She is there for our inspiration
How can we be doubtful or raise the question
I can’t held my breath
It may end with my death
People may come and lay a wreath
How long will you stay or be with?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moons Beauty
moon moon your dark beauty is great
but why is it that you show it only when the dark times are near?
moon moon your light is beautiful
it guides our way, helps us when we have given away all hope
moon moon with out you, we would surely die
because without you no ones there to tell us right from wrong
poem by Mistery Person
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Must Be
“This must be pure love” I thought
How strong it was powerful pull to be fought
No one could resist its magnetic power
I was not that fortunate enough from fewer
Many times I had thought about not entertaining
I was up to the last very firm and maintaining
I could resist no further as nature had started showing its colors
Eyes were resting on beautiful flowers and seeking for
I witnessed gradual change and really loved
It was nice to retire from one point to another when moved
It has its own charm and needs sometime to adjust
You got to believer your eyes and it is really must
Why nature was behaving in its unusual way?
I was practically unmoved previously and stayed away
What brought me in to it’s near by influence?
Was it right on my part to shed the prudence?
Yes, I witness terrific changes in body
It was all noticed and put to me by everybody
It was time that was pressing me for total change over
I needed some one to offer me simple cover
“Well, go for it my dear sons” I was encouraged
I knew nothing about as how it was to be managed
But somebody came to my rescue at right place
I was hypnotized by natural beauty and reflected on face
“This must be true” I exclaimed
Else why it that I was was clean bowled?
I must obey to natural dictate
It had something to relate
We are all guided by super power
We have to fall to it’s pray later or sooner
It is designed in such a way that human beings feel complete
Universe under goes gradual change and we feel it under our feet
We are subjected to universal appeal
It is our guide, medicine and means to heal
We may go against it run for favor
Yet it remains our protector and savior
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A light of the day
I was weak and feeble to conceal
The feeling was intense and real
I could make it move with deal
It needed final approval and seal
It did not find the light of the day
It lighted but without powerful ray
Light could be seen but unable to find the way
Whom to hear? Whom to confide and to whom to say?
I felt for her and longed for closeness
She represented beauty and kindness
The moon reflected on her face
She was not at all in any race
What was she doing to world?
Silver rays with warmth and cold
Everybody wanted to go to her fold
‘Impossible to reach” as I was told
You are with your separate world
You rule there with complete hold
Surrounded by dimply light stars
No one wants to be near but stay very far
I fear for dreaming such unreality
I am sure for not showing any reality
It is still a golden desire
As I stand for it and admire
Can you hold firmly my hand?
Show it to all as our firm stand?
It makes me restless for complete night
How to show it to world that my stand is right?
I am not for shining moon?
I feel happy when see in the noon
Completely devoid of light and shine
Still it looks divine and fine
I am unable to control my thoughts
So many explorations are thought and sought
It does not come to any conclusion
At any cost I want her inclusion
Will her light burn me?
Will it make me feel so free?
This questions hound me for day and night
I have no will power to stay and fight
She has her own world and axis
She can search within and fix
How can she stretch so far and embrace?
She can’t be mine in any case
It is question of real and unreal
There may not be any upheaval
It is asking for unrealistic dream
It is like arresting the powerful beam
To love is not an unreal thing
As it has borne out of something
It was quest for searching the companion
It may end up with nice union
You may stay where ever you are
Though you may be away and very far
What love has to do with any distance?
When any one can have or draw the inference
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!