Desert flower
I am in interior part and known as desert flower
Rain is in scarce and rarely known what is called shower
May look some what strange but yes a reality
What else can be ruled out as distinct possibility!
Only tribes reside with almost nothing on hand
Exposed to hostile weather ands sans real friends
Not a loud cry may even reach to kind and sympathetic ears
Not for days, weeks, months or even long and unbearable years
I speak on behalf of uncared for female Falk
Where they have no freedom to raise voice or talk
Forget about dissention or torture but simple honor!
But simple mention of atrocities on even minor
“Children are messenger of God “simple established fact
Female children are not curse but needed care and kind act
Some of the tribes in Africa expose them unknown cruelty
Cut their vanes in unorthodox way so as not to have any fertility
Thousand die due unavailability of proper sanitation
Operation is carried out by simple long blade leading to part amputation
This is only done so female does not turn unfaithful after marriage
Only two passages are kept open for urinal passage
Only five years of age and so much cruelty with the connivance of mother
Not with the help of expert or trained nurse but by others
Just to follow the old tradition even at the cost of precious life
So daughter is not turning disloyal after becoming wife
It is not only belief but done with strong conviction
Large amount is paid for such females for addition
They are accepted as bride for people of old age
Such swift is treatment on female tribes and kept in cage
They feel removal of some parts make them less sexy
Always obey the orders and remain at their mercy
What else can be use of females in such illiterate states?
Where human values are sold for nothing but so much worth to state
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple Kind Of Life
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
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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
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Natural part
I am ardent lover of females and admire their part
As they have lots of confusion from where to start
What to accept and what to reject!
There is lot of stress, strain and needed to act
As female so many things are to be compromised
Maintain the tight schedule and stand firma as promised
There is every possibility of getting blame all the times
Yet she is the only person to take us out from difficult times
It will be totally unfair not to give them full credit
There contribution and sacrifice can be written on long sheet
Each page may speak of uphill task faced by them
As enough of care is needed for plant to come out of stem
Male counterparts on the other hand try to be worry free
No tensions at all, go round and make it merry
Whether study or not, every one will love and pin hope
Not much of regret even if he fares badly and flops
How much she has to take at home and outside
Her area of influence is stretched very wide
Even thought she may not be that much appreciated
But role played by her is dominant and definitely noted
World is so cruel at them and inflict several injuries
Add to pain and woes to clearly push into miseries
Thank God, now a day they have become empowered
Yet enough of it has been disregarded and their honor lowered
Basically human being is considered as wild animal
Some of the inherent qualities still same on arrival
He may go wild and do anything to molest woman
For a friction of second he may forget that he is good man
How can one feel secure under such circumstances?
There are lots of raps and murder cases and can be quoted as instances
Yet they are not as strong as they should have been
They are essentially a strong force and must be everywhere seen
No one can think of forgoing natural part
Male and female has different role to play and can’t depart
Let both remain at central place and prove as dominating force
So there is no excuse and reason to feel remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Think Deep
Something urges me to think deep
It is absolutely in keeping with tradition to keep
Why females are to given their due importance?
In real terms and in conformity with respect and tolerance
What we look in them while making choice?
Life with high expectation and good promises
This is what both the individuals are committed
Even if some misunderstand has to be honestly admitted
No doubt, some her beautiful features attract
We dream about it and finally put our desires to act
It is natural wish on the part of male
He would love it to be fulfilled from female
Initially he may have inclination towards her glamour and beauty
He may take full care to look after her well and consider as duty
With the passage of time there may come some change
It will be real test to come out with it and ably manage
Still ladies have higher rate of tolerance
They make it worthwhile by quality presence
Such quality is occasionally seen with male partner
Female may choose rather to die than become sinner
I would love to praise their human quality
How difficult it is to adjust with honor and nobility
It may not be the case even if they try to be honest
Life may still prove hell even if they try come out it with best
Let us be brave with our own dealing
Her presence may prove as factor for healing
We are to prove not less for this kind of devotion
Life may move on smoothly and that too with good motion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stylee sex
Freedom
of female...
wanted too
Walk on the road...
At only...
Bra...
With undre wear...
Feel free like
This freedom wanted
For most morden female's...
This is not
Freedom of females...
Only at only...
Dressing freedom
Sexly take them...
With style sex...?
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Papa you too....part II
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
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A papa in same boat
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No more domination
Many female chauvinist organizations demand,
“Husband or males should taken to remand”
No leniency on cruelty or their atrocity”
But reasonable try for compromise and amity,
Males always abuse and prefer domination,
Sometimes resort to violence and subordination,
Simply forget they are essential wheels of life,
Matter little who is husband or wife?
Females still not considered equal partner,
Many incidences of abuses are just eye opener,
What can we do to prevent further disgrace?
Congenial atmosphere with affectionate embrace,
Respect for each others sentiments with simple care,
Not aggravating the situation which leads no where,
Keep nature kind with follow and forgive,
Life is after all take and give,
Basically human being is wild animal,
Always perform the show dismal,
Never repent for disgraceful act,
Revengeful attitude and violently react,
Ladies meekly submit for fear of reprisal,
Problem age old and no solution or redressal,
Time has come to change the system and laws,
Simple procedure with removal of flaws,
Law has inherent weakness and different opinion,
Severity of it leads to era of draconian,
Innocent and guilty face same criteria,
Clear should be division and marked area,
Not all males are to be blamed,
Ladies too should not unnecessarily framed,
Wisdom should be essence and due respect,
Reforms within but with clear ability to inspect.,
Society may suffer and fabric weaken,
Families in disarray and certainly broken,
If allowed to happen may affect the entire structure,
Wounds all over with body fracture,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
I'm Beautiful
I am beautiful and having good figure
Brilliant, intelligent and elegant for sure
Everybody wanted my company and close bond
They I am colorful fish in the pond
It is natural to feel drawn and attracted
So many aspirants may make bid and have acted
I stand isolated, feel nothing and remain non-reacted
It is natural to have on anybody’s part and quiet related
I have eyes that has got tremendous glitter
I never speak words that are unpleasant and bitter
This makes me vulnerable to their design
They want me to surrender and simply sign
I would love to have good company
Even though it might have been desired by many
I have to fall in line with established norms
Feel human touch and sentiments very warm
I may go down to vultures with so much assault
Being female it is not of my liking or fault
That has been thrust upon me as desirable act
Every female has to undergo same and not to react
It will be triumphant cry from male chauvinism
Nothing may matter as respect to feminism
Everything is performed under the guise of humanism
Only females are subjected to torture with degree of maximum
It is strain, stress, cry coupled with agony
You may observe it later from your balcony
The whole world may seem to be just hollow
You have no option but to accept and lie low
It may vary from human to human
This may have to happen with all the women
It is right course to be pursued upon
The legalized way of spending life with and March on
It is accepted course of staying together
No one should think more or bother
It may be disliked the way it is felt
But later on it may be like fragrance smelt
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am novice
Pardon me for being novice,
Have no choice and no device,
Can you just render simple an advice,
It Will only add and need to suffice?
Will she be listening?
More she be confusing,
Might not but also be refusing,
And not try for it defusing?
Why a curse on simple luck?
Why to sit as just lame duck?
May I just make the voice mute?
And not just pass and refute,
Have just simple and only belief,
God may give, bless and relief,
May be some amiss and even emiss,
But for sure, will there be miss,
Oh, my friends, do never a curse,
heal my wounds and act as nurse,
'Harm might have been' as you may think,
'Warm and no harm” as you may blink,
'Let anything people may say,
'I will continue to have my sway,
Far and distance, you may be away,
'Come what may', we may meet in May,
I may just cherish,
Even if am to just perish,
Will it be before I may finish?
May look it like mere a punish,
Forgive me not for being novice,
As I didn’t head just to your advice,
I may try not just to improvise,
But am so happy for being novice,
I found you perfect,
This is simple and bare fact,
Neither It is ploy nor any tact,
It is simple wish and noble act,
I may not sit and remain quite,
Days may be happy so also night,
Path so chosen may prove right,
End result good that too without fight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not What You See
Love is not what you see
Love is bond and makes you feel free
Enjoy and be part of dreamy world
Always nice to be together in lovely fold
Don’t feel alone as we are one
We can make it nice one by one
You have your own way
But stay near and don't go away
Make it easy to take free air
No foul play and treatment very fair
This is strongest desire from female partner
As you will be her protector and Gardner
It doesn’t matter what you try and seek
It always matters that you remain strong and not turn weak
Love demands sacrifice at every turn
It is both the ways and mandatory to return
Why expect that only females may surrender?
They will have no say and merely fall under
For what has been unsaid and agreed for
So utmost care to be taken not to turn the relation sour
I have heard it number of times
The promises are forgotten sometimes
It may happen when tide turns in disfavor
Yet it should not be at the cost of personal honor
Leave it besides if it costs your relation
No bad emotions should be given any indication
Effort should be on to improve upon
The bond will not be lost but certainly won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enemy of mankind
Who is the enemy of the mankind?
Why do we act stupid and go blind?
Is that age old saying 'No daughters but only sons? '
They will come to support us in true in sense?
Grandma is no different so needs no condemnation
It is well known fact and needs no more explanation
Try hard to convince them with your positive action
They are no more today in this world to witness your reaction
Some of elder people may want first issue as baby boy
They want it as token of having living toy
Their emotions remain hidden at arrival of baby girl
They express nothing but face turn pale
Why do such things still exist much to our discomfort?
Why females still long for male issues and keep no rapport?
Even they want to have male dominant society for future
Who can make them understand for welfare and future?
Male or female child can have same bearing
Still we land ears to particular kind of hearing
Male child is given preference over baby girl
The mother tolerates all kind of abuses and retain when hurled
There is strong belief that the son only inherits the tale
The girl child goes away after marriage with a male
The son only remains behind to look after parents
He will inherit fortune without any comments
Many legal abortions take place every year
We believe in freedom but some developments we refuse to hear
Many unwanted deaths only because of female fetus
The whole theory goes wrong as such and thus
Do you find any good reason behind such carnage?
Are we not in position to sustain growth and manage?
Why such type of barbarism in new fashion?
Why no one is raising such important question?
I think God never intended or inspired any one
It is self styled decision or assumed by some one
You will never have blessings from almighty
It will be curse on us if we pursue and feel no pity
What crime they have dome for taking birth?
Why are pushing them early to the death?
What good can’t be done even if they survive?
We must subjective weigh the question and revive
The girls are top tankers and seen everywhere today
They are coming up in every field in their own way
They not only look after aged parents but serve also
All praise for them will be less as they deserve more
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Woman Kind
The woman kind,
Mysteries of the female mind,
I'm just a guy,
Simple and strong,
But always wrong,
When we fuss and fight,
Step into the light,
And you'll see I'm right,
write I will,
Until,
My point is made,
Paid,
In full,
My debt to women.
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Old Female Teachers With Poloroid Cameras Can Catch You Smilin' Surprised.
I once had a substitute teacher with hair of blue...
This fact that i tell to you remains factually true.
One time other i had a female home room teacher with a hairry mustached upper lip...
It gifted her with a five o'clock shadow just under her noses tip.
I once attended a classroom inside a make-shift circle of cabinets
and book shelves and a portable black board.
All this shelving like wagon trained formed inside a school's gymnasium basketball court...
This female teacher, when after we've misbehaved.
T'would fastly whip out her Poloroid Land Camera...
So that she could inform our parents when we were bad, with a
split second visual report.
She was a party pooper this female teacher of ours...
She was a poor sport and also was kind of fat and olden and even
real tiny like short.
So the next time you think that you always have a bad school day...
You could be enrolled in my old alma matter and that of your valuable freedom, you'd have to give up and with pay.
Now you do know what kind of matter this truly does be....
No more free days-only more to be shortly real crappy.
Is that a bad school day? ...
You bet your ass you might kind of say.
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What tribes are, is a very simple concept that goes back 50 million years. It's about leading and connecting people and ideas. And it's something that people have wanted forever.
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Horrified tale
It is condemned as horrified tale
The position constantly abused by male
Simple story of domination and torture of female
I fail to understand and face turns pale
What has happened to woman folk?
Why same story is repeated to talk?
Each time we come across when walk?
Emerges out of ignorance as they reveal and soak
How can one say she was influenced?
By sweet talks and personality she got induced
When time came for honor to be reduced?
All ideas rush and state of mind gets confused
No soul may fall for easy pray
As no human being likes complete sway
She has third sense to alert the mind
If danger is around and likely to be found
You may speak with low voice
But had submitted with no noise
Whatever may be the strength of powerful man!
No one on earth can subdue a woman
Women today are educated and self reliant
They face bravely and can't act as humble client
Everything moves on with agreed formula and terms
But something unusual too happens in turn
There remains one thing to be seen
Rape cases do happen and always scene
Sometimes it is forced one and sometimes agreed one
But rape as such can't be denied by anyone
Male and female are two sides of the coin
Both are at opposite pole and constantly remain
Some attraction takes place and stage is set
Either of the party likes it and it is willingly let
I hear about atrocities against woman
Sometime I feel against and consider it as inhuman
But certain things can't be taken off the list
More one denies and less other insist
I feel pinch of salt and feel depression
Such things can be termed as naked aggression
A clever ploy employed against woman and her wish
Not at all admirable gesture to talk of and finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Training of female athletes is so new that the limits of female possibility are still unknown.
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I held her hand
I held her hand and requested
Tried to molly her and stand contested
It was never a betrayal that she feared
I beg her pardon and some what it was cleared
Lots of call per day at home puzzled her
Why so many females ring and bother
What makes them to make call at odd hour?
When he is away sometimes or on tour
This had made her to be suspicious
This remained for many days as continuous
This is quite natural for any female
As many husbands never try and fail
It warrants some love and true action
People don’t care much to the reaction
It brings to the stage on no return
Then whole scene is change in turn
It is not good to have hostile reception
The relation must remain cordial from inception
Husband and wife must act as one pair
There should be enough time to repair
It is natural to develop some misgivings
We are all made of one substance and called human beings
We react to some of the disliking
The end result is never striking
If some good sense prevails
Then any attempt to vitiate fails
It turns back to same relation
Room for any doubt goes out of question
Wife needs enough of care and attention
Some sweet words, praise and nice mention
She will have no room to complaint anytime
We must seize such opportunities sometimes
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She is brave
She is simple girl and bravely shown
It is not a tale of fairy but real one
Capturing my heart at one stroke
I remain simply half awake
What did she have in real?
We had no such deal
She came all off sudden
Brilliantly outwitted me even
Not a figured carved out of marble
But simple earthly figure with smile
I lost control magnificently over nerve
She was to stay with me as friend and serve
“hello” came her sweet voice
It was loud and clear as nearby no noise
I could pick her melodious gesture
It was enough for me not to endure
It is not less than any miracle
I was capable enough to solver any problem and capable
But lost to simple desert flower
As rain had offer mild shower
What would you consider this as?
Was it turning or crucial phase?
Where was I heading for in direction?
Surely long awaited and dreamed for such action
In first meeting all doors opened up for breeze to enter
Making all cool in room and freezing at the centre
Was that a real charisma to loose out to unknown figure?
I struggled hard to find an answer for sure
She had cool moon light on face
And slowly turning stars around for race
Making some expressions go off and suddenly re-emerge
I was on loosing spree and something like to collapse on verge
Her eyes expressed everything without a world being told
My heart and soul were completely out in open and sold
I laid no terms but conceded on all points and waited for no answer
She had nothing to offer but only smiles as if for the fewer
“I know nothing about color, cast creed or age” she murmured
I am for the real love and do not want to feel in cage
When it is open and blank page to be written anything?
I shall inscribe with my own hand for something
I was dreaming in day light n wanted some one to pinch
I stood there motionless and did not move an inch
She was taking my chariot in correct direction
I was not averse to such an idea and full throttled action
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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