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Difficult to maintian

Any relation can be difficult to maintain
You must strive hard and honestly sustain
You have critical times to stand for bloodless relation
Where you may make sisters, daughters with finest indication

It is not wrong to assume and live with honest intention
It is acid test when comes to the stage of pure retention
You got to be careful more when it comes to discharge
You have wide spectrum and area very large

I have found new daughter named jenny
She suggested me in simple way as not done by many
She was naughty and very innocent
I knew her well and had very good moments

She has no father and wanted real one
I was very special to her and not someone
She had feelings of her own and did not regret
She wanted it to come out and also made known or let

“I want to write specially on father’s day”
She had found happiness with her own way
“I would be your jenny “in next birth
I shall have and pray for same rebirth

I couldn’t hold my tears
I refused to believe the ears
The life will be over in few more years
But I will have one more daughter as very dear

She is now with two small kids
I could judge the sentiments and read
She was all there for my happiness
I could guess good lines on her face

I may pray for all for having such bond
I encourage such thoughts and second
World seemed so large with nice souls living in
I smiled silently and felt as if whole world was nearly won

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Father Daughter Moments

My daughter said something the other day
We were sitting on the front steps, talking
Someone wanted to enter the building, she stood up and said 'we're just having a father daughter moment'

My daughter is still young, only 27
And hearing her say that, my heart swelled with pride
She still wants to have moments with her father
My adult daughter still needed me

So much is said about the mother-daughter bond
But there's an even stronger bond between a father and a daughter
No matter how old she is, she's still daddy's little girl
And he always wants to be there for her

Father daughter moments last a lifetime
From playground accidents to a broken heart
You do your best to help her pain go away
Because when she's in pain, you are too

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Practical education

"I want car, house to live in and ornaments'
If I wanted to see my daughter with happy moments
The message was conveyed to me in plain terms
"How and what to do? " was now my turn

My daughter was given practical education
She knew how to tackle the grave situation
She was firm and resolute in some of the actions
She came out in open and offered reaction

"Papa, don't succumb to the pressure"
Let them think first and make sure
We are not helpless and at somebody's mercy
Nothing may take place against the wishes of almighty

I was little bit relieved by her assurance
To refuse for relation was not worth taking chance
Yet I was shaken by their greedy approach
Who knows they may demand more and come with as such?

First time I realized that it was curse to be father
That too of highly educated and learned daughter
But something gave me full assurance by her attitude
She was person of great understanding and magnitude

I faced no trouble at all and simply refused
Now ball was in their court and they were confused
If their son was highly educated and stood tall
My daughter was also equally good and capable of scaling the wall

Both families exchanged views on equal terms
Girl and boy were excellent in their field and like real gems
Each weighing good and bad in their own way
We silently watched their efforts and stayed away

World has gone too far and we are still in primary stage
Not learnt a single lesson and came up with the age
To be father of daughter is not at all curse
As they have proved better than boys of course

Sometimes I remember this episode and laugh
Why not people understand that their wife is better half?
In crisis she may be the only person to stand by
Why in the beginning there should be any worst try?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Dear Father

Sitting at my desk
I found myself in the past
Thinking of my father,
My dear father.

Then I remembered my mother
Her magical green eyes, giving me what I missed
But it wasn’t enough, I wanted more,
I wanted protection,
I wanted love,
Love from my dear father

I try to remember him
But he was not there,
There was my imagination
Playing with my thoughts
thoughts full of hate, it’s probably a mistake
But it was the mistake, of my dear father

I guess you don’t want to hear what I have to say
But I found it
I found the love that I needed
I found the missing piece,
The piece to complete my happiness
It wasn’t exactly what I have expected
But it was there and it filled me.
It filled me with pain, with passion
It filled me with strength; it filled me with a man’s body
It filled me with love as well as misery
It filled me with everything my dear father didn't

poem by Jomar Rosario
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To be anchored

Both needs to be anchored safely
As sea can be rough but ship can sail smoothly
Both have honest prelude to get united
One is with consent and another secretly dated

Love demands more to be accommodative
One can not remain spectator and selective
Both may take you on dangerous turn
To come back safely may be a good return

Dating is good to find suitable partner
It is good for the new and beginner
They can have mutual discussion
Apart from love and earnest passion

There is nothing like courting the love
It is mutually convenient and lightly drove
It may be dangerous as live volcano
Upon eruption, it can turn into inferno

Both are ideal to feel naughty
Not one can be weak and another as mighty
It is mutual surrender for lasting relation
To desert in love at this stage is out of question

See the reason through and stand for test
It may be ideally suited as best
Go for the accommodation in same boat
Life may seem nice with sugar coat

You will have to think for real and ever lasting relation
You may have nice feeling with very good indication
It may come easily to you if made little thrust
Only small portion in mind may have to prove as trust

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I knew you were

I knew you were hiding
Your eyes were searching and finding
I was complete lost as were blinding
With all your appearance as if chiding

It was my first encounter at your home
I was called for no other reason but to welcome
They desired our relation to turn into permanent bond
As I had expressed my desire and showed I too was fond

It is still tradition in many parts of the world
The warmth in relation is felt in many folds
It is taken as beginning of new chapter inn relation
It is quoted in family circle as very good indication

The history is witness that two kingdoms are brought closer
They were fighting for years with precious blood and looser
This blood relation has proved a new beginning for peace
The continents have lived for years with very much ease

The relation has come to stand an acid test
Both the sides want to extend the relation to their best
This is one form of convenience suited to almost all
It is operated at all levels and considered as ritual call

I considered marriage as holy union
The need was felt for suitable companion
It is almost done by family members
Its joy and happiness is always remembered

It will be too much to ask from groom
She will only be confined to the room
You may be lucky to have little conversation
Rest of the ceremony will be marred by the questions

The arrival final day is very auspicious
The preparation for days together is continuous
The final day is heaved with sigh of relief when knot is tied
It will only be said then that two families are united

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dear Father

Anderson / squire
(originally released in 1970 as a single, not included on time and a word)
Here are the books
Of luke
You*ll need them
To open the seed
To see what goes on in the world
You*re in my mind
Catch the wind and hold on tight
To what we*ll find
And hear what goes on in the world
Here is all you see
Everything is made for you
From me
If there*s anything you*d like to say
That could help me in any way
Cause i*ve been waiting for so long for you to come along
Help me on that day
When you*d take over all the things heaven has made for you
Is there anything you think you should know?
Is there anything before I go?
Dear father, i*m hungry, i*m cold
Dear father, feeling terribly old
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
They*re on their own
Needing their face, a place
Hope....home
To see what goes on in the world
They*re who you need
To show them why they*re wrong
Oh why indeed
We need to go on in the world
Here is all you see
Everything is made for you
From me
If there*s any complication
That you*d like to talk over with me about
Cause i*ve been waiting for so long
For you to come along
We can work it all out
When you take over all the things heaven has made for you
Is there anything you think you should know
Is there anything before I go
Dear father, you must be putting me on
Dear father, cause most of their minds are gone
Dear father, they will not understand me
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
Dear father, can I give it a miss
Dear father, cause i*m not ready for this
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
Dear father, won*t you leave me alone
Dear father, won*t you to let me go home
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
Dear father, won*t they crucify me
Dear father, I just couldn*t do that
Dear father, cause that*s not where it*s at now (hey)

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Dear Father

Anderson / squire
(originally released in 1970 as a single, not included on time and a word)
Here are the books
Of luke
You*ll need them
To open the seed
To see what goes on in the world
You*re in my mind
Catch the wind and hold on tight
To what we*ll find
And hear what goes on in the world
Here is all you see
Everything is made for you
From me
If there*s anything you*d like to say
That could help me in any way
Cause i*ve been waiting for so long for you to come along
Help me on that day
When you*d take over all the things heaven has made for you
Is there anything you think you should know?
Is there anything before I go?
Dear father, i*m hungry, i*m cold
Dear father, feeling terribly old
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
They*re on their own
Needing their face, a place
Hope....home
To see what goes on in the world
They*re who you need
To show them why they*re wrong
Oh why indeed
We need to go on in the world
Here is all you see
Everything is made for you
From me
If there*s any complication
That you*d like to talk over with me about
Cause i*ve been waiting for so long
For you to come along
We can work it all out
When you take over all the things heaven has made for you
Is there anything you think you should know
Is there anything before I go
Dear father, you must be putting me on
Dear father, cause most of their minds are gone
Dear father, they will not understand me
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
Dear father, can I give it a miss
Dear father, cause i*m not ready for this
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
I*m not feeling good like I think I should
Dear father, won*t you leave me alone
Dear father, won*t you to let me go home
Dear father, I don*t think I can see
Dear father, won*t they crucify me
Dear father, I just couldn*t do that
Dear father, cause that*s not where it*s at now (hey)

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Personal wish

I was taught by parents not to hate or make any mention
They were right in their thinking with full assertion
Since then it has remained as my personal wish
I wanted the life to pass on easily and finish

So many times I had rough time with friends
There were altercation and scuffle at the end
It was making me bad as not good companion
Even though we advocated cause and were champion

We all decided to bury the differences
We had drawn lesson and inference
It was always good to think positive
Even though one can always remain subjective

When fire rages from within
It does not let any thing in
The anger and hatred can be visibly seen
No one would love to see your face or very keen

It is not going to serve any good
This fact must be clearly understood
Even your comments may worsen it further
It will add to tension and force you to bother

The stage is arrived with failure or frustration
It may always hunt you with big question
It may not only spoil the relation
But break the existing bond in excitation

You will loose the support from close relatives
Friends too may desert you in time of needs
You will left in isolation and avoided
They will boycott you in case decided

The relation will not be restored that easily
It may leave you in dejection and make wearily
No one has benefited from the continuous rage
It will be difficult to sustain and manage

Sometimes irrational statements make things worse
It can not improved upon even you express remorse
It will push you to the backward seat
There will not be cordial relation when you will greet

The river looses its reputation of being mother when in spate
Even though people pray her and consider as simple fate
Such is the case with anger and hate when take place
No good amount of efforts can remedy it or replace

What is good in keeping the temper cool?
It prevents you from acting as fool
Since it is performed in stage of not having brakes
It will vitiate the cordial relation and break

We must learn to live with balanced approach
Many a times we may have to pass through as such
It will be nice if we are able to stave off the situation
Rest all can be brought under control without further aggravation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Lords Words

my words have been written for you to read
in my apostles i've planted the seeds..
read all the words they have to say
don't let anything make you sway.
for tommorrow may be your ' judgement day'.

i was sent to the world by my father
but! not to make man's life any harder.
so that the world could confide in me
and their souls i could set free.

centuries from now this world will be a mess
and your beliefs will then be put to the test.
search your hearts and search your minds
for my words will last untill the end of time.

in the bible my life and words will be found
you just have to turn and look around.
people are turning to me every day
and on their knees they begin to pray.

so when you go to chuch to pray
there should be much for you to say.

pray for peace in this world
and to help the sick and poor
pray for health and jobs
.and then pray for more.

all of this you could ask of me
and of this i shall set you free.

poem by Louis Rams
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Look Not At

Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors

I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords

What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick

What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once

Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation

I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set

What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble

I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real neighbour

Who can be called real neighbour?
Who stands by you in critical hour?
Who carries no ill will or harbour?
With you always and yours

On neighbours you can always bank
Open close secrets and remain frank
In happiness and moments toast drink
Share the feelings and always think

He is the one who attends you first
Relatives may know and come at the last
He may think wise and console your grief
Yet very near and far to be very brief

Neighbourer is real one and dear as God
Stands by in time and extends nod
Such peaceful and congenial atmosphere
Only luckiest will have to be found no where

This tradition remains centuries old
Relations grow and never freeze in cold
Embrace with love and firmly hold
To show real love with approach bold

Cities have witnessed deterioration in love
Relations cold and feeling far drove
No one would know who is next door
No warmth in feelings and ill will bore

No hi, hello or greetings exchange
No gatherings and orderly meetings arrange
Separate courtyards and affairs self manage
No strengthening of bonds but only damage

Who do we need at critical time?
Show of strength and love as prime
Only available source to take us closer
Forge the relation and permanent merger

Strive very hard to grow in harmony
Relation may weigh and not the money
Sweetness may be found only in honey
Rest all relations may be cruel joke and funny

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anna Nicole

In beauty and kindness, she was truly blessed
More often than not, put through life’s cruel test
Lost her son, her life she couldn’t recover
Couldn’t let her mourn alone, always they had to hover

People used and abused her, wouldn’t leave her alone
But when it came down to it, always on her own
One wealthy man, fell in love with the person she was
Tabloids and gossip were all the buzz

Maybe he was kind, and she loved him a lot
Don’t really think evil and greed were the plot
Everyone around, wanted all she could give
They made it so hard for her to live

Happiness doesn’t come to all that easy
They fed on her blood, so utterly sleazy
She had a new daughter, a light in her life
They fought over that, wanted to make her his wife

Did he love her, or need for much control
In her sons death, did he play a role
Did she die of an overdose, who played a part in that
Who would gain from her death is all the chat

A beautiful young troubled woman has lost her life
So many who knew her, in her back put a knife
Let’s pray for the family, and daughter she left behind
Let them live their life, can’t all be kind

They say she was on drugs, what does this matter now
Can’t they let her lie in piece, spare her loved ones some how
I shall mourn for her, a life so sadly lost
Money doesn’t matter now, she paid the ultimate cost!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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A state of her mind

Tears were rolling from her eyes
Time had come to say me good bye
I was resting on her crossed leg
She starred at me as if was trying to beg

I don’t know what made her to think
She was down with the thoughts and sunk
I knew nothing about her status of mind
She remained calm and always kind

I was on short vacation from my service
I was called at home on some relative’s demise
I tried to spend good time with her
She always thought too much and bothered

All mothers of world may be same
God has specially chosen them o come
She under goes pain but always welcome
New arrival from her womb is dear some

What a sacrifice from living mother?
She has nothing except her child to bother
She has only one top most priority
Child should always remain in vicinity

It is deep love and affection
She is not affected by any tension
Her dream is fulfilled with simple cry from child
She looses no patience and gets slightly wild

I was woken up by small drops
They were falling non stop
I just raised my eyes to see
I found my self under the tree

“Why mom, do you cry” I parried question
“No, nothing” she didn’t make any mention
I could guess she was unhappy about my departure
She had seen many dreams in my future

I was in service of the motherland
I was motivated by her and nearly trained
She wanted her one of the child to be dedicated
On many occasion she had her wishes made known or indicated

It came as complete surprise with shock
I was now in sense and fully awoke
It was weakening my spirit
I saw in her eyes bright light

They were beaming with confidence
This was not the first incidence
Many a times she was in such state
The tears were rushing very late

I could understand her position
She had no more question
It was only an emotional cry
I couldn’t ask her further why

She had offered what others couldn’t do?
With the entire mother’s it is equally true
I was fortunate enough to find her caring
Her spirit and strength was definitely daring

I touched her feet but could say nothing
She wanted to say something
I kept her smiling all the way
She found in me bright ray

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Adamant and rigid

I was adamant and very rigid
Mind full of uncertainty and ideas very fluid
Would care for nobody and disregard
It was proving difficult and very hard

No one dared to touch my heart
Though I looked handsome and smart
Not even ugly girls tried any attempt to flirt
I was reserved yet very conscious and alert

I was fond of natural love and cared
For total disregard I would have not dared
It was amounting to no faith in almighty
I was unsure and that was biggest pity

I would look towards sky and silently pray
Something was secretly urging me to my dismay
Not that I was holding views to the contrary
These facts were known to me and very necessary

I longed for delicate touch and warmth
There was no chance for it to come forth
Sincerely I had not tried it for many years
Whisper was hardly known to the ears

I will attempt to look at lovely birds
Their presence will appease me when voices heard
“What a sweetness and pleasant surprise” I will guess
Will there not be any sunrise?

Any cruel man will have heart pulse
He will not be in position to repulse
If you need to be near to His presence
These are ingredients or essence

I thought for a while and looked around
The environment was beautiful and naturally found
I must go back to nature and reassure
My favored place in silence for sure

I shall make it as first attempt and succeed
It is essential and I certainly need
Who can survive with barren thoughts?
On reckless issues war can not be fought

I would zoom over tree branches
Shake them up with mild punches
I wondered how I could remain for long in isolation
There was no need to have preferred such relation

It is urging me again to rise above such things
They all have qualities to offer something
I am human being and must rise above all
This is what I felt as honest call

Life or identity is not something to last for ever
It can’t be treated differently either
It must be lived at full length and with satisfaction
If the world at large appreciates it then it is good indication

I have found the answer
The rain may at any time shower
The earth may give in to become fertile
Human being will have to be reasonable and versatile

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Day Less

Happy anniversary baby
the years are rushing by us
your more beautiful today
Then we walked down the aisle
And I know im not good at this
What I'm trying to say is
Having you stand beside me
has made my life worth while
One true friend is what you've always been to me
One true friend is what I always wanted to be
To have someone love you
Thats true happiness
May you live to be a 100
May I live one day less
There were times when we scraped by
A year or two and it was rough
I love you more for what we went through
And never stopped beliving in us
And I know I'm one of the lucky ones
I couldnt ask for anything more
Cause you can have all the money you'll ever need
and spend your life looking for
One true friend is what you've always been to me
One true friend is what I always wanted to be
To have someone love you
Thats true happiness
May you live to be a 100
May I live one day less
I couldn't live without you
If I had to be alone
I'll be waiting on the other side
When you find your way home
To One true friend is what you've always been to me
One true friend is what I always wanted to be
To have someone love you
Thats true happiness
May you live to be a 100
May I live one day less

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I Am Not Sorry No She Said

I am not sorry no she said
That my ex son in law is dead
He gave to my daughter a hard life
And she to him was a good wife.

It may seem a callous thing of me to say
That I'm not sorry he's out of the way
For without him my daughter will survive
And in fact I'd like to think she'll thrive.

And though I feel her years with him were wasted years
My daughter sheds her grief in tears
To him she was a good wife and a good friend
And she stayed with him right to the end.

Whatever in him did she see
I find it way far beyond me
For to understand the workings of humanity
For they were different as can be.

She said as for myself I've been lucky in life
Lucky to be a good man's wife
But our daughter good of heart and kind
In love and marriage happiness failed to find.

Her feelings she is not afraid to own
When she said the rudest man that I've ever known
And I am not sorry no she said
That my ex son in law is dead.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Our Search

If I am allowed I'll write and think
and write and think some more.
For I finally realize now
what I was put here for.

To express to all who will find my words
the love I feel for you.
For you are a creature of God dear reader
and if you only knew
the purpose for our being here
is to grow in understanding,
To give up fear and greediness
so you may start expanding
the love you have for others,
not just your mother, father
sisters and brothers
but for all who are a part of you.

I know it's hard for we've been taught
from when we were very small
that anyone who doesn't look like you
can't be trusted at all.
And they've been taught the same of you
so what in the world do we do?
Continue on the same old path
that creates our living hell?
Or change the destiny for ourselves
and for them as well.

As for me, I've made my peace
as I sit and write these words.
I pray that you can do the same
and soar just like the birds.
And when you tire come back down,
down upon the ground.
Make your peace with all you see
for then you will have found
LOVE.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A long forty years

It drives me back forty years
When i had heard beautiful voice in ears
She was to be my partner for long journey
We had to march ahead without source and money

It was no Man's land
I wanted beautiful face and hand
no one preferred to be a friend
I had feared a tragic end

It was loveless life and long sea
Only blue waters but not a shed or tree
I was bird with wings but not a free one
Nothing could be achieved by me as person

Though kind at hart, I missed killer's instinct
I was forbidden to maintain it very strict
I did not look at even called by name
It was causing me surprise and shame

I am not aware of delicate stage
For me it is difficult to manage
Though I have grown with the age
Still feelings remain hidden in page

I used to pray almighty to gift me with one
Who would love me alone only except none
It was desire and did not expect it to be fulfilled
Though lady luck so far had not smiled

As luck would have it and it rained
Water filtered through ground and gained
The little foothold in somebody's heart
I was liked by some one as a nice and smart

There was some one wishing to be part
I considered it blessings from the start
I knew it may not click sometimes
But it was turning very good times

I stared In her eyes to find safe refuge
I was in no position to refuse
I thought I may sink with little fear
She started it calling with “O, my dear

I heard it coming like bomb shell
I was fearing fall of hell
It was quite amusing to hear sweet words
I gathered strength to thank Almighty Lords

She fairly smiled to offer willingness
I was almost going down with happiness
She was to be my permanent bride
I utterly failed for emotions to hide

I still remember those pretty moments
It will not nice to offer any comments
Ya, it was nicest among all so far experienced
I was not in control to find it distanced

My feet firmly held the ground
I thought I have lastly found
She can be princess of fairy land
I would love to hand over my self completely In her hand

“ I am still in her fold
since then enjoying hold”

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Face May Not

Face may not reveal at all
You may be inviting imminent fall
It is evasive illusion spread around
With naked eyes it is never found

Silence cuts no much ice
Sadness may reveal no break of promises
Tears in eyes may speak nothing
Bubbles appear in water to say something

We pick nothing worthwhile and fall to trap
There are wide differences in perception with gaps
We take precautions wrongly and get deception
As we trust more and falter from the inception

Face may look so innocent
It may be hiding with lots of unsaid comments
Why do we cheat others and rejoice?
Keep wearing mask over head and feel so nice

So sometimes hard faces turn mild
They appear rude and cruel but turn very kind
They speak harsh but flow with kind words
Not advise you to fall back but move forward

It has to camouflage so many things
Sometimes to be retained without any dig
It should never surface on the face
It may become known and create problem in such case

Any how face is in fact a true mirror
It may speak of any fault or error
You may find it hard to contain
Calm posture is very difficult to maintain

Only the shroud person may survive
He may hold it for long and strive
For good and healthy relation
And at the same time give no indication

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good bye my daughter

Good bye my lovely and dear daughter
You will be leaving behind grief and no laughter
You were so beautiful and very much sought after
You were engaged in lavish style with grand dinner

It was great to be part of your wedding ceremony
My eyes were getting wet intermittently but not seen by many
I was overjoyed and much excited with the grand occasion
It was going to be opening of new bond and relation

The idea itself hurt me from within as if cut by knife
She will be flown many miles away to be called somebody’s wife
The though itself reminded me of the traditional custom
Where daughter has to be given farewell like stardom

The day was awaited since long and discussed
Full preparation was on for not a single thing to be missed
It was as if do or die battle for no let up in preparation
It was bringing tears in my eyes at slight reminder of separation

She had come up as very much loved child
We were very much considerate and kind
We were getting nervous if she was not found
We will run all over for search and see all around

She was naughty but very much wise
She will take enough care not to make any surprise
We were not accustomed to her absence
We would love her to be before us in al the sense

Baby child is always given top importance
It is because she has to live company at once
She won’t stay with us for any longer
She will leave us behind as stranger

We did not notice the passing of time so quickly
She had attained womanhood and was to be married immediately
Even though she had picked life partner from her own circle
We had no other choice but give approval for being very practical

Nothing seemed to be unusual or strange
We were to go for it and arrange
She was to be given descent reception
We all waited for it with open options

It was giving joy and at the same times some grief
She was to live with very good family and much to our relief
It was not the concern at all but only her absence
We were to miss her face in everybody’s presence

I could not cry in open but felt at heart
I was grieving deeply and was likely to start
I feared some tears may dropp on the ground
It will hurt daughter deeply if she ever found

I did not cry till the last
I broke down when her plane disappeared very fast
The isolator days were to be the only friends
Though it was with mixed feelings at the end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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