Dew on rose
“What a lovely rose you are with shining cheeks”
“We all pray God sincerely and honestly seek”
I used to laugh sometimes at the funny comments
I was feeling little odd when heard same from gents
Why a natural flower can’t have blossom?
Why a man can’t look tall and handsome?
Why female only looked at with strange behavior?
These all things puzzled me as little child or minor
I was ignorant about dark side of the law
May be it had several lacunas and flaws
The beautiful things were praised on the face
But there used to be blind rivalry and chase
I may stand before the mirror and murmur
There may be no one to listen to comments or humor
I liked some of the comments from all
I used to smile freely and respond to the call
Alas! This smile was short lived
As if my feet were e held by someone when dived
It was vast sea and depth immeasurable
I was sinking fast even though was fully capable
Some unknown hooligans entered the room
They found nice flower at its zenith with boom
What they had in mind with concern to beauty?
God only knows but I heard them saying as cutie
I was laid t ground and forcibly molested one by one
My cry went in air but not heard by any one
It was end of a flower that had so much to offer
Whole life in pain and endless span to suffer
What will I be caring as life lasting impression?
Is it curse to look beautiful and needs discussion?
Why can’t it be allowed to blossom in full view?
Why is it so that compelled to vapor like morning dew?
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poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Innocent smile
Innocent smile
So nice and innocent smile
Spread wings just now for a while
Beautiful appearance like rose petals
Color so beautiful and fragrance on arrival
What a girl child has to speak?
All lovely tales smilingly with shining cheeks
Those lovely deep signs make magic spell
Everything is not going end so well
Just stepping in youth will invite problems
Starting of bad sign with all troubles
Anybody may try to take advantage
Luring from all directions to put in cage
Culprits may spread the dragnet
They will not allow her to know or let
It will be all swift and not to anybody’s knowledge
Black spots spread on all the golden pages
I wish her to spread wings
Dance in open and beautifully sing
Spread the message of love and invite
All scenes of glory and slowly light
Let her live in sweet memory
Enjoy innocent stage with no sorry
Let that lovely flower boom
Let there be no worry or room
If crushed before time may spell doom
Whole life may be overcastted with gloom
Happiness may never surface again
Flower may die it builds any chain
Let garden have thousand of flowers
All with its fragrance and shining colors
To enjoy the beauty from distance
Not to pluck or harm even at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Beautiful Garden
Love blossoms in beautiful garden
Flowers boom in colorful shape even
Some fully spread and some just coming out
This is how the life brings change about
Do the flowers need any show?
Do they need some support to grow?
Not at all as it is natural change
It has taken place with the emergence of age
Flowers have natural tendency to attract
It is argument supported by fact
Whether you like or dislike, it can’t be denied
The real fact remains to be seen and can’t be lied
Flowers too need good environment
Lovely people to look at with nice comments
If nature does not find its lovers
Its importance will not be lost however
It has direct relation with good music
What ever seen and observed is accepted as basic
Think of cool breeze in early morning with bird’s voice
You may definitely dislike the little disturbing noise
It makes you to sink over lost opportunities
There is enough of time to think over its futilities
But some changes are always welcome
They are certain and bound to come
In life you may need partner
It has to happen sooner or later
If that is synchronized to the tune
Life will become sweet with fortune
Garden may look barren without flowers
Land may look deserted without rain showers
It is natural blessings that you got to respond
Your wish and goal definitely corresponds
Life has to be challenging with enterprise
It must move on even with surprises
How a flower can be looked with out fragrance?
Life too will be looked without charm without its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flower and Bird
Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!
poem by Supriya Mothay
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The sky and stars
The sky is studded with bright stars
Though with little shine but very far
Beyond my imagination and reach
I still go for it and try as such
I find teenagers on line
All beautifully dressed and looking fine
Red cheeks and face with beautiful shine
May not refuse if you politely invite to dine
They may have compelling reasons
It is possible the change might have been caused by seasons
There is boom in garden and flowers smile
All in different colors and zoom in air for while
One such flower appealed me a lot
She was not favorite or but preferred somewhat
It was different from others with lots of appeal
I went very close and urge to pick could not repeal
It presented a very wide smile
I had dread of such a flower for a while
Even though I was aging very fast
An urge from within could not die or last
“How nice, a beautiful presentation but can’t be mine”
I was slipping in sweet memory but got afraid of famine
Will this beauty may die soon or taken away?
Is there no other option open in my way?
There were whispering notes from near by
Flowers of different colors were showing their hands with bye
I was struck there with lots of confusion
I was overpowered with zeal and infusion
I must have at least one to accompany in life
I shall give the beautiful name as wife
Not all flowers are to be seen later on
As nice one has been picked to follow on
The whole garden seemed to me like universe
Heard all applauses for good work and no curse
I had some apprehensions in mind for selfish approach
I found nothing in particular as such
As I said all members are in their teens
Some may be hardly fifteens or sixteen
All out to find their match and very keen
To see the out side world on colorful screen
I offered my love to such beautiful queen
I presumed she was for quite long or even longer may have been
I do not know what had happened to her in between?
But she was desperate even though remained unseen
I thought for a while and decided not to fall
Such relation may be untimely and invite great fall
It would be advisable to go for matured relation
It may be healthy and more over good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nature's Rose
As the vast nature
blinds the eye by its beauty
the trees grow taller
the grasses grow greener
The animals grow more peaceful in their natural habitat
But none grow as beautiful as the red rose
As the red rose grows day by day
I walk by it desiring to pick it
Sitting and waiting for the petals to grow more mature
To grow and show off the beauty of the rose
Years go by and the rose is almost grown
This special rose is different from the rest.
Others grow, beautify, and die
While this one grows year after year
The blood of the rose is pure
as it flows up and through the beautiful flower
But the rose has not completed its growth
I run my hand down the body of the beautiful flower
Shedding my blood from the sharp thorns
I grasp the flower and thrust it from the ground
As my blood drips, the blood of the flowers does so too
The red of both mix and mature and fall to the ground dropp after drop
The smell of the flower overtakes the pain
This is Nature's Rose
A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Flower In The Summer Sky
a pink flower
across the open sky
a beautiful sunrise
a night sky vanished
a beauty hazed by yellow rays
gone too soon
gone too soon..
the flower embrace
embraced me with warmth
it was there
though 'was faint
heard the wind
heard it said
'i did'
heard it said
'did you? '
i whispered
whispered softly
whispered to it
whispered..
'..with all my heart.'
inspired and for a flower in the clouds during a beautiful summer, when you had stolen my heart.
When I Was A Child I Believed
When I was a child
a very young child
I looked at the world
of adults in discussion
their patterns of interaction
their comments reactions
a very strange world
differences between what adults said
and what child were told
their masks worn
and I thought about what
they did and why?
Questions were asked
about what you wanted
to be when you grew up?
The work question was important,
but never asked was how well you
would do this work, and for who?
They were often silent or suddenly angry
‘children were to be seen but not heard’
the news to be listened to in serious silence.
First talk repeat their sounds
to smiles laughter
then don’t talk be silent listen?
First stand walk walk how far
then don’t walk stay wait
where your told don’t go away?
When adults met sometimes they would
start to talk a lot fast all at once not one
at a time and laugh a lot talk walk funny?
Why not be on their best behaviour
nice to others as they told children to be?
Why not choose to be good not bad?
Years later I would smile a lot why not
it costs nothing to smile and often others.
Would catch your smile and smile also?
Even when sad smiling was a good thing to do
to appreciate all you have been given.
Even though you could not always play with
what was given or go outside or play with friends.
Especially on those boring rainy days.
So many games were not allowed if you got dirty?
As a teenager smilie would be a nick name.
That smile given freely to people who needed
to smile but chose to be miserable instead!
It never cost anything to be nice to people either!
To give to help had its own record, it felt good!
Happy people are the nice people to be around!
I believed happiness was the most precious gift,
a person could give another, and if sad then to give,
happiness you did not have; was even more important.
Once in my early twenties I was surprised,
a friend said you cannot be that good,
no one is that good, but I knew I was not good.
At twenty-two when about to travel overseas,
my uncle said you think everyone is your friend,
be careful, everyone you meet; is not your friend.
Now I am older and sadly wiser,
yet I still know that to treat a stranger,
as a friend not a treat is still better.
That to say hello with a smile,
and wish people well,
is still a wonderful thing to do.
I still believe it is a better thing to do.
And when kindness is meet with hostility?
I feel pity for the hurt who choose to hurt.
It is not the right way.
It is not God’s way.
It is still not my way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hello Dear Child
Hello dear child
You never mind
When you come to me
Come as fresh and free
Neither have you needed to worry
Nor to feel lonely and sorry
Just pray in a way you like
There is nothing that I may dislike
Why you need flower to offer?
When you are a beautiful flower
You are my special child
To have come in this beautiful world
Just close the eyes and remember
You are nice soul and member
Part of my universe and beautiful flower
Rain god has blessed you with divine shower
Better late than never
Start the day as new beginner
Everything will move on smoothly
Prayers are accepted and go now happily
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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10 Days
Having been born in my own yard
I never knew a reason to leave.
But when a flower from the other side of the fence called my name
it brought me to consider.
But the prospect seemed ludicrous-
I shall stay on my side of the fence.
Upon closer look the beautiful flower again called my name
I saw the petals were smooth and green.
So I jumped the fence, and tried to place myself in the ground next to the flower
laboriously digging all around it, trying to become one with it.
The following 3 days, while I dug, the beautiful flower withered in the hot wind and on the fourth crumbled beside me.
Feeling compelled to myself wither and crumble with guilt
on the other side of the garden another flower called
feeling hopeless and tormented I followed the voice for four more days until I came upon the flower
standing alone on parched soil, famished and dying.
Suffocating in my own misery
for 2 days I attempted to penetrate through the dry, cracked ground to bind myself to this lone, beautiful flower I found among weeds and sticks
and eventually dug this flower up as well, which too died
I thought about where to go from here
but so weakened I myself began to wither and crack.
10 days after leaving my yard
my skin flaked off
my teeth fell out
my bones became ashes.
poem by Louie Vizcarra
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My beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
hand in hand
...in my hand
holding this precious gift
the blossom of your beauty
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
heart in heart
just one heart
beating to your sweet aroma
the aroma of your splendor
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my first blossom
blossoming love
you are my love
you are my first and true
like sunset ocean blue
you are my beautiful flower
i am glad i picked you
poem by Allen Steble
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My Beautiful Love
you are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
hand in hand
...in my hand
holding this precious gift
the blossom of your beauty
you are my beautiful flower
you are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
heart in heart
just one heart
beating to your sweet aroma
the aroma of your splendor
you are my beautiful flower
you are my flower
you are my first blossom
blossoming love
you are my love
you are my first and true
like sunset ocean blue
you are my beautiful flower
I am glad I picked you
poem by Chidiebere Franklin
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Beautiful Woman!
Beautiful like fresh flower,
Beautiful with rainbows in eyes,
Beautiful with shyness and smile,
beautiful woman!
Beautiful are the star like eyes
Deeper than deepest ocean,
Ocean of feelings and love,
Beautiful is that motherly heart!
Beautiful woman thy beauty is thy compassion,
Thy beauty is in patience and knowledge,
Thy beauty lies in flowerless lips with precious smile,
Beautiful woman, most abstract beauty,
Not that beauty felt by eyes
Nor that skin or hair,
Not that grace or style, beautiful woman,
you are the beauty!
Beautiful woman!
thy beauty shines
Moon in star studded sky,
Thy beauty flashes with every turn of your neck to the call of child,
like plant swing with
perfumed flower in the garden
When that beauty of heart beautifully expressed!
Where her beauty lies,
Is it in her body or mind,
Or is it in her heart soft and kind?
Who wants to get stick or bind,
That's why women race fast leaving wondering men behind!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Only Flower You Are
A sunbeam caress the only flower from my garden,
What a nice feeling, what a pleasure,
Than to admire the beauty of a flower,
And closing eyes to dream about it.
It's a sweet flower,
Which opened its petals,
To get the joyful morning dew,
And with its fragrance to stun me,
To bring into my heart its magic.
But the most beautiful flower,
That sit next to me,
It's you my love,
You are just a flower bud,
You are all i ever want to hold, ,
You are my dream transposed into reality,
You are my life, my joy.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Typical girl
I am typical shy girl
Parent often call me pearl
Many pet names are kept by sisters
When I hear them my eyes glitter
I love to laugh and offer broad smile
I never stay indoors and even daily run for miles
Study and house hold works take lots of time
I smilingly accept and never show displeasure any time
May it be it is natural gift?
I have witnessed no more shift
I am same as was before
No one criticizes me but praise and adore
I am named as naughty and trouble shooter
Take whole house on heels and put on hooter
They will demonstrate toughness but melt
As I am so dear to them and it can be seen or felt
I present with hand signs all beautiful acts
Some of them may be of funny or sarcastic
They all will burst into laugh and forget
I shall be again in original color and firmly set
I am about to cross my tender age
Soon I shall be facing blossom of young age
I shall be at the height of spring
With no more innocent smile but with flight with wings
Everybody knows about my free and frank nature
But they are concerned and making it sure
I am their first priority and major concern
They are not alarmed but some unknown fire burn
I can hardly think of such things and address their concern
I know and share fully well that next will be my turn
I will have to improve upon my behavior
Show them some improvement for what I stand for
I am love bird and love all small kids
They come in evening and provide me lead
I make strong team and win always
But alas! Now I have to hand over charge and search new way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To a Friend
I had made promise
To be friendly and nice
As her name stood well for name
I sincerely praised her and never blamed
Today she has her birthday
I wish it to become shining and special day
All relatives and friends may be wishing
I need my silver button to brass with polishing
What would is ay to her?
A bouquet in hand to offer
With wishes of long life
Peaceful and sans strife
Smile costs nothing
It conveys beautifully something
If you can offer little happiness
That may reflect cleverly on your face
I would wish you to be friendly
Never a thought in your mind to reveal sadly
That can be real wish on this very beautiful day
Keep always in mind of never going away
Not eyes, face or language may speak
They may only infuriate and make you weak
Just little gesture may make all that beautiful
Life then would be so lovely and purposeful
I may not like stars and moon
As they may disappear soon
But you may remain for long
Even if sometimes I may go wrong
Let roses not fade away from the scene
As it will be auspicious day to be seen
You may shine in your beautiful dress
A lovely smile to be watched on face
Smile you always bear and make it as habit
Many good things mar revolve around your orbit
You shall remain there as dominating force
I shall look with smiles at you of course
Wish your happiness may never fade
You may have all the way clear to trade
What you may not find always gone year
I shall wish you loudly in your ears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hold On
I heard a little bird tell me, per say,
That someone was coping it the other day,
Yet another heartbreak in a cold world,
But I wanted to let you know, hold on girl.
Everything's going to be fine, just hold tight.
Sometimes the darkness clouds us, till we can't see
That there are still people who love you and me.
We get stuck trying to follow our peers,
We find ourselves cornered by our greatest fears.
So from someone worried, to someone I care about I write:
No matter how dark the night,
Keep holding on till morning light.
There's someone out there, looking for you,
I hope he finds you, I really hope you do.
I know he loves you so very much,
But till then, hold on tight,
No matter how hard, don't lose sight,
One day, you'll find love blossom again,
If you can hold on through the rain.
One day, you'll dance in the sun again.
Our flower, in life's storms, oft gets torn,
But if you hang on, another flower will spawn.
I'm sure that there's a flower inside, ready to blossom,
And when it does, it'll be something awesome.
Vibrant colors to wow the world, full petals,
Strong stem, and a glorious fragrance to smell.
Such things take time, so hold on, bid your time.
Though you don't know who I am,
I'm thinking of you, and care, I pray you blossom again.
Remember in your darkest hour, you're not alone,
There's always at least one, who loves you, no matter how battered, bruised and thrown.
Hold on, someone cares, they want to see you blossom again
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Fallen In Love
He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi
Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements
Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through
When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free
So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer
It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find
Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?
Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle
It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene
I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Sunny Rose
Thank you for your comments.
Sunny...?
Always think of yourself as a work-in-progress.
Once you believe your have become a 'finished product'...
You can not succeed.
You will not!
Accept you are part of this experience,
We embrace and call life.
A piece and part of the 'whole'.
And...
Make a choice to remain vunerable.
Open to explore all possibilities.
Accept critique.
In fact...
Seek it.
A flower is not born ALREADY in full bloom.
Remember that always.
I thank you, again.
And success is a feeling kept inside yourself.
If others discover it,
It came from within to them to be revealed.
Do you 'hear and feel' what I am saying?
Peace/Blessings.
Note:
I received a 'message' from a young poet,
who calls himself Sunny Rose,18 years old...
and living in Chandgarh, India.
So impress was I by his comments.
The sincerity of his delivery.
'Success 'can' and 'will be' yours, Sunny Rose'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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