Dina
It is arrival of spring in time
I look around and wonder sometimes
How come the change is noticed?
Flowers of different colors are well received
Well it is good coincidence
I have felt its presence
It is proving love’s essence
I must believe and follow hence
How come heart starts aching?
All signals and pulses catching
Everything appeals in good context
As if I have passed the entrance test
I wish no more sadness remains
All happiness and joy it retains
Love is very much powerful to contain
Make you wet and feel so cool in rain
Lovely days are ahead
Message is clearly understood and read
It is spirit of the spring and cool breeze
I wish it to be pleasant and pass it with ease
I am in love with my spring age
Still wish to remain with it and not come out of cage
Dina has entered the scene with powerful show
I wish to be with new season and go
She is so kind at hart and brilliant
Express powerfully and assertively her intent
She meant to be decisive and very precise
I must think twice and exercise
She is made of different material
Always yes for love and never offered denial
What does she may gain from my closeness?
She has won my heart for kindness
I have shown her my fresh creations
They are serious and not meant for recreations
She has long arm to catch the sense of sentence
She may bluntly halt me without any pretence
As I said she is brilliant at debate
I wish to contribute and relate
She is not an ordinary reader or blind follower
She is from rare breed and colorful flower
She heard me for countless hours
It was right and privilege of readers
I hesitated to come clean to her
I wished the storm to pass and wither
She is very much part of my poetry
She is fairy like appearance and entry
I wish her to remain as my ideal inspiration
Let there remain no doubt or any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A cuckoo in morning
I failed to notice the cuckoo in morning
The cool breeze simply sent me warning
It never happened in the past
I failed to recollect when it was last
I was desperate to find lovely bird
She was all the time heard
It was making pleasant sound
There was good or nice to be found
Cuckoo had made great impact in my mind
I was all out for her to find
She entered quietly in life as very kind
I was almost sunk and gone blind
Well, that was her way to remain defiant
The weather was cool but she was absent
There was no melody or sweet voice to be heard
She had gone for ever as I had feared
Some people are missed and they strike often
The memory may emerge and make sad sudden
It is natural to miss certain golden moments
It has its relevance with some movements
Nothing remains standstill or creates vacuum
We only feel bad and simply assume
The saddest part may often emerge and unseat
You often feel guilty and express desire to meet
Love is desired but not deserved
It is to be distantly seen and observed
It can’t be kept in cage or reserved
It is to be felt from within for the purpose to be served
It may not resurface even if you go for
There may be constant struggle or war
It is pitiable condition that you miss
We always hope to realize the wish
Something can’t happen over night
You may not assume it very right
It has bearing on your mind and heart
It had definitely made a good start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dina-my limited world
I have my own limited world
I live with happiness in small fold
“Dina” is no longer any stranger
She has taken away all my anger
She will bring bundle of love
In form of flower and simply observe
She speaks no word but shy away
I see in her real reflection and way
I really have no idea how to go along
I fear I may go sometimes wrong
I murmur in night with only one name
Dina where are and how you came?
Dina is on wall and clouds carry her impression
I watch it with intense obsession
She has made me to sink
I watch sky without any wink
She took me to a lake side
The water was calm and area looked very wide
I dreamed of carrying her in moon light
Even though she was seated by my right
She is no more making any move
How to go close to her and prove
That I meant to her so many things
She has to catch me for something
She opened mouth to say she is ordinary
Hail from noble family but has lots of worry
She may throw complete weight behind
I was something very dear and precious find
She is nice and comfortable with me
I too remain close and feel very free
She is clever but not that blind
I want her to be caring and very kind
She promises me to be in constant touch
I feel pulse of honesty as such
She is great with full of enthusiasm
I feel she is complete incarnation of humanism
She is not the divine figure
Yet full of energy and very sure
She is brilliant and gifted with intelligence
I can’t remain away without her presence
She is thousands of miles away
Yet she has made permanent home to stay
Blood run in vanes and reach the kind heart
Come back with same zeal and have fresh start
I know she will respond and never desert
She has never intended to insult or hurt
I may err to pick her style but I am very fond
t has totally paralyzed me to think and respond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love the seasons
Love the seasons
For many reasons
As an individual and person
As daughters, parents and sons
All witness beautiful change
Sometimes it has come with age
Sometimes with mood
And sometimes with fresh food
You are delighted
Many instances are sighted
You fly in the air
To be looked upon as very fair
It is good lesson
To be understood with reasons
Nature too wants
Even future stock is built by ants
Festivals too bring joy
Each season has reason to enjoy
Rain brings showers
For new and colorful flowers
We are human being
May have to function within circus ring
Some one may be powerful king
Some one might have remained as poor with no links
World is beautiful place
Provided with refuge for all races
Witness change and live at ease
Seasons are meant for us
Spring, autumn and monsoon
One after another to follow soon
With morning and bright sun
To get its zenith power burn the skin in noon
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You That I Love As My Very Own
You that I love as my very own,
happiness have made your face its sanctuary
while the golden sun has your hair as its throne
and in your gaze blue heaven is caught in tranquillity
while you are more lovely than any other girl that I have known
and your loving comes selfless and free
while your body is sublime with stars glittering on your gown
and I can hardly believe that you are in love with me.
Like a fragile butterfly whose colouring comes in millions of hues
you still remain after our time is spent
and although death and destiny has brought some issues
with a kind of painful intent
and other people about you have different views
I still wish for you to remain just another moment
and even some godly statues
of Diana, Aphrodite and Athena are dead and silent
while you still are speaking to my heart
with a kind of unknown power,
of me you are still a lingering part
while I feel your presence in every rain shower
while you sneak into my words, into my art
and I am near to you with every opening flower
where I catch your sent as if we will never really be apart
and still you are away from this world and your life is over.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A free action
express freely
it may not look silly
your intention of retaining
the desire for love maintaining
it has to go from your direction
reach out to the people with real affection
show it to them that it is love for peace
we all live with harmony and at ease
What may make others to wonder?
As the clouds appear with thunder
it may rain heavily with shower
touching the roots for birth of flower
Who can stop this natural process?
you are gifted with an open access
You were observing it all along
nothing can go out of hand or wrong
You may not be able to convince
they can not be compelled to show or evince
for sacred love to be shown to fellow man
it is show of eagerness that any one can
it will be too late to regret or express sorrow
it can not be left for uncertainty or tomorrow
The love has its origin from eternity
it has to be expressed and shown with fine quality
You may have solid return
sometimes you may have same turn
you are earning a praise from deprived
the long term effect can not be believed
The love and affection is not the commodity to show
it is essence of life and naturally grow
we are not used to difference of opinion
we need to appreciate if it existed in companion
There is enough room and space to fall in line
it must be shown that you really feel it fine
the time pass off within no time to come
there won't be anybody later on to welcome
Show the willingness for all kind gesture
you have seen its utility for the future
the world can be built effectively on good will
the stones should not be used with flowers to kill
It will have far reaching consequences and effect
the kindness is seen in hidden act
the love is understood by all and is common fact
it should be shown tenderly without any tact
There is no other short cut or easy option
the show of strength or wealth is ruled out of question
the simplicity is not seen with cordial relation
the joy and happiness mus come out with elation
the love can not be measured
it is to be shown and assured
in its simplest form and must be shown
with warmth and affection to be fully grown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Spring Message
May the Spring Season fill your heart
With love and joy today
To bring you peace and comfort
In every beautiful way.
May the thoughts of Spring
Glow warmly in your heart
Where memories of the past
Ever play an important part.
May a Spring day be extra special
With the beauty of blossoms of snow,
May the sunshine make them attractive
And bring a festive glow.
May the warmth of the Spring air,
The songbirds and colorful flowers
Fill the day with cheerfulness
And many happy and rewarding hours.
May those you love surround you
To share your glorious day,
May the memories of the Spring Season,
Linger in your life to forever stay.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Simple grace
I felt as if she is near by and around
Still not seen and could not be found
Touches me gently when I go round
Sweet presence felt when feet placed firmly on ground
Icy winds pierce through in wool
Nice feelings and mind stays very cool
Reminds of her sweet company and presence
As love to me is matter of pride and essence
Nothing detracts me when I sit and think
Eyes stare for moment but not offer a wink
Gradually it shuts down and starts to sink
When come back to sense and freshly rethink
She has made great impact on my mind
Thousands of attempt made but couldn't find
She is not beautiful figure but simple entity
Can be felt but not seen even if she is in near vicinity?
Such is her noble gesture and grace
Sincere try but no where to trace
I am for her but not in the race
But fresh blood rush and visibly seen on face
Is she prevalent in small particles of air?
In distinguished fire, dim light, bright ray or flair
I feel warmth in her fingers when moving in curly hair
Inner soul sometimes cautions me it is not only fair but rare
Why her presence around creates puzzles?
I feel very good in rain when it drizzles
Everywhere she can be felt with little ease
Memory strikes continuously and not even cease
I must acknowledge it with full sincerity
May be it is eternal love with simple continuity?
You may not find her with me in full day light
She is always there with elegance and delight
She may continue to live as long as I am present
It is not necessary to have and seek her consent
I may try my level best to adore and glorify
Change the approach and with ways to modify
She may prefer to stay calm with posture
May make life happy in the future
Always to rescue with feelings to nurture
Nothing to avail but always to offer
Thousands of words in her praise may be less
She is always there to pacify and remove stress
It is here eternal beauty which keeps me at ease
She has all charms for me to attract and release
Women are generally kind and very tolerant
They remain very pleasant with quality inherent
It is their powerful weapon and very essential
To prove its worth with element so substantial
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Pleasant Day For July
In the cool sun of mid Winter a gentle northern breeze
Is whispering in the parkland on the gum and wattle trees
The leaves are quietly stirring as the branches gently sway
And the sparrows are chirping on a pleasant Winter's day.
Going by the weather forecast heavy rain is on the way
The calm before the storm as some are known to say
But we won't be complaining as we do need lots of rain
To add to the Town reservoir and bring life to the creek and drain.
A pleasant day for July in the Southern Winter of the year
The sweet flute of the magpie is a joyful thing to hear
The blackbirds in the garden gathering material for their nest
And Spring is not that distant the Season many love best.
A pleasant day for July with just a slight chill in the air
And even in the southern Winter days such as this are rare
The first of September the calendar Spring's first day
In time does not seem distant barely six weeks away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Season Of Spring
THE SEASON OF SPRING
the season of spring
weather seems to sing
lovely lovely days
are coming our ways
the season of spring
blooming blossoming
of nature of all kind
let roots unbind
the season of spring
birds unfold their wings
diving high into sky
wish one could fly
the season of spring
careful hearts love sting
reaching out towards others
some persons might bother
the season of spring
nice sound bells ring
new wave new style
faces have on a smile
the season of spring
an new awakening
busy humanity on earth
as if it’s a new birth
listen listen to my words
the season of spring is near
now a look into your lovely eyes
and one can see spring is already here
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Love has no edge
Love is not any kind of edged weapon
It is simple yet very reliable coupon
No one may deny its impact
We can ignore but ultimately have to act
There is no space for oppression
Neither any room for suppression
Nor any room for omission
It is clearly evident on admission
It may liberate human beings from bondage
So called hatred carried on for ages
What love can’t do in time to come?
Happiness for all and always welcome
No one can break love chains
You need not go for any classes to train
It will emanate from within
It is not only felt but seen too
If birds and animals can do why not us
Why not we ignore something and trust?
Who compels us to adopt hard way?
It will only push us to go away
Love can change hard core criminals
It can show positive result with spring’s arrival
What else we need in this changing scenario?
Why not shed differences and allow it to go?
I may see good reason behind it
There may be little hope even if it is dimly lit
One should remain hopeful of coming days
There is always possibility of many good ways
No war is won over by hatred
It can never believe us to lead
The course and action can be well read
Without love we are simply dead
Let us pray more for true concern
Tomorrow it may be our turn
We may have no time to flee or run
As the time may train its gun
Bring so called vengeance to its knee
Take stock of the situation and feel free
Spread what you think is proper
Don’t spread lies or simply murmur
Love has its own criteria
It has powerful core and inertia
It can confine anything within
We must have clear foresight to win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Holi (festival of colors)
Many festivals in India but not like Holi
In true essence and practice it stands holy
Entire country is tied in one knot wholly
We are bound to remain united unless commit a folly
It is strong message for change
As if to accept the change and manage
Removal of old habits as per age
Think of liberty, freedom and resolve to come out of cage
Spring is knocking at the door
Life is to be lived by rich or poor
Giving away frustration and hope's revival
It is sincere desire on the part of nature to express its arrival
Festivals are inseparable part and convey bond if affection
Whole country is rejoicing with colorful action
Where will you find celebration in such a large scale?
From one part of the land to another part with same tale
We are one and may remain tomorrow
Festivals may come and silently go
But our aspirations and anxieties too will grow
Let us celebrate and enjoy it like river flow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kicks in return
Mighty rule here and weakest suffer,
Kicks in return when ordinary gifts offer,
Why no system which acts as buffer,
Is there no right to say right and differ?
This question always made me puzzle.
Rain did not offer peace even when dazzle,
It continued to hunt and troubled always,
I sit motionless and try to find new says,
Why I am not that powerful as sun?
Why I always think of using the gun?
Is there no peaceful alternate?
Where all are equal and no subordinate,
Rulers have gone influential have taken over,
Scene remain same but clouds still hover,
No kicks in return but distrustful eyes,
No gestures but unwelcome scene and byes,
Why still remain history and disparity?
Is there any sense or high morality?
Why do we face question of seniority?
This is question faced by most of majority
World will not change even after destruction,
Face the dishonour even after precise instruction,
Matter remains same even stiffer than question,
Even you forget and bury deep in bastion,
It may still for many more centuries,
Distance may reduce even between countries,
Many changes may come with new entries,
Rules may change but not the sentries
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good Man In A Storm
it just occurred to me
I must be blind
why do I try so hard to keep my cool
when I'm about to lose my mind
there was a vision
flashing by
of a summers' day I spent with you
of a child who never learnt how to cry
when those around me
fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
'cause someone has to care
a sudden decision
I can't explain
though I've often tried to change the rules
the game remains the same
for love
I've played the part so many times
it fits me like a glove
but I'm the victim
in the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
l just don't know how much longer I can pretend
you always need me to be
a good man in a storm
it sometimes scares me
the further we go
just how much we understand
and just how much we know
so whatever happened
in our hearts
while making perfect sense of life
we still remain so far apart
you always want me to be
a good man in a storm
trying to fit the social norm
and be a good man in a storm
trying hard since I was born
to be a good man in a storm
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Love Again
You love again
For position to regain
Not to see it as gain
But to relieve the pain
A start with confidence
To forget it as bad incidence
Never to miss it at once
Love more and show it in her presence
Love is not to hate
May be it is responding late
Yet it is considered as first rate
You can blindly follow and state
There is nothing to forget
But make it known or let
That how much you care
And where else you can dare
Seize the opportunity
And show its quality
That you are meant for each other
Day and night to remain together
Think at least when you are alone
What damage can be done?
When you hurt and cause pain?
For whole of time to curse and lonely remain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good Man In The Storm
It just occurred to me
I must be blind
Why do I try so hard to keep my cool
When Im about to lose my mind
There was a vision
Flashing by
Of a summers day I spent with you
Of a child who never learnt how to cry
When those around me
Fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
cause someone has to care
A sudden decision
I cant explain
Though Ive often tried to change the rules
The game remains the same
For love
Ive played the part so many times
It fits me like a glove
But Im the victim
In the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
L just dont know how much longer I can pretend
You always need me to be
A good man in a storm
It sometimes scares me
The further we go
Just how much we understand
And just how much we know
So whatever happened
In our hearts
While making perfect sense of life
We still remain so far apart
You always want me to be
A good man in a storm
Trying to fit the social norm
And be a good man in a storm
Trying hard since I was born
To be a good man in a storm
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Love Is Rare
Love is rare
Always dare
It is like place in heaven
Though not possible even
So it is in the form of an art
Have good start
Never think to part
Love more and more
Explore and adore
Love will be yours,
The world is meant to be therefore
Say no to any one anymore
Only words of four
But can turn sour
Whole of the relation
If raised doubt or question
Live with it till demands
Like rock make your stand
Face the rough wind
But remain mild and kind
Love is not commodity
It is gift from almighty
Make best of its utility
Create of your own a separate entity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A time pass
Time may silently pass and very easily
Still we may not feel wearily
We may spend it merrily
The rain may dash ground with showers
The garden may soon boom with flowers
We may have all the answers
This is complete cycle
There is change in circle
We brace up for it and are capable
It still looks fresh and new
Every season we may compare and review
All may remember it but missed by few
The ground may remain same
For seasons change we can't blame
It may bring happiness and fame
Love to like all the seasons
You know it and have enough reasons
It may vary from person to persons
Have we adapted for any future change?
How far we can adjust with any range?
Does it not look absurd and strange?
We are non committal in all the fields
Though it may be helping with more yields
We always go for protection and shield
Seasons do their work on simple basis
There is no particular reason or thesis
It is complete cycles which always persists
Adoption of change is good sign
One must understand and silently resign
It is not meant to suit any particular design
We are not meant here to alter the course
It is designed to have some change of course
You accept it as it is without any remorse
Change may not come appointed hours
Though it may be set during the years
We have to see it through eyes and hear through ears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Time Spent In Pursuit Of Love Meant
No season seems more anticipated,
Than Spring.
No other time does life seem more appreciated,
Than Spring.
With flowers blooming, birds singing....And leaves,
Beginning to bud on barren trees...
Turning green.
And in Spring...
Time spent in pursuit of love meant,
By those young...
Reminds those that are not,
How blessed we are...
To witness another Spring to come.
No season seems more anticipated,
Than Spring.
No other time does life seem more appreciated,
Than Spring.
And in Spring...
Time spent in pursuit of love meant,
By those young...
Reminds those that are not,
How blessed we are...
To witness another Spring to come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A no price tag
Love does not mean infatuation
It is immoral to have its continuation
It has no price tag or valuation
May vary from time and situation
Love is not means to be impressed
Never to desired or pressed
Pulses may send signals
That is indication of spring's arrival
Love is apparent
It can never be indifferent
It can be felt even if you remain as true friend
It may endure more till the end
General expectation is broad smile
Some invitation and company for a while
Exchange of few words and proposal for date
A constant fear in mind for not to reach late
A beautiful face to hunt the mind
Always eager to go near and find
Some kind words and full assurance
The quick nod and clearance at once
This is how it has been viewed
No in depth feeling is reviewed
It is taken for granted as sexual course
It is bound to collapse later on of course
No one may try to budge from their stand
At one stage they may try to get on as friend
The reality may take them very far
There will be pen sky without star
All feeling to vent but no one to hear
Anguish and pain silently to bear
No futility is seen in shedding the tears
The days and weeks may pass with years
The cruel blow may be sustained
The sturdy silence may also be maintained
The deep scar may not go away easily
The rest of the life may not be spend easily
We tend to forget the sanctity of bond
We may be sincere and also be fond
That is not enough to last long
Some other factors may try to prove wrong
The lucky may be those who succeed
It may make them happy with their need
The lady luck might have smiled on both
The happiness was bound to come hence forth
As the time pass on and seasons change
The nature may come up automatically with age
New words may be printed on blank page
There will marked improvement with no stoppage
It is sentimental attachment with no reservation
Anybody can notice it with some reservation
It can never be a trap for bad intention
The message is well read for retention
Love is to be loved and admired
It can never be purchased or hired
It is gospel message for all to follow
Accept it with grace and go little slow
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Natural Response
Nature has granted us feeling
It comes naturally and as willing
It is beautiful attraction like magnetic pull
Life becomes all of sudden meaningful
It is not that love differs from man to animal
It has particular time and waited for arrival
How does branch wear colorful get up in spring?
What else changes it hopes to bring?
A boy attains manhood and tries to mature
Sees the dream and looks forward for future
He has colorful ideas about would be bride
Finds a place where he can go and confide
Human beings have language to express
Beautiful words to be exchanged on face
What a feeling and joy with beautiful company!
A meaningful sojourn and memorable journey
Animals try and express in their own way
They are habitual to human presence and stay
Their behavior and pattern suddenly change
We all come to know about maturity of their age
Birds don’t lag behind and fill the sky
With their beautiful wings and fly
Meet with their long nose and tail
Fight in mid air for love not to fail
They have sense of urgency
They might have less frequency
But full use of season is made
We have made it as hobby and trade
We are not fully alive to the reality
Neither is it the question of female’s vulnerability
Nor the males domination with capability
But essence of love with proper utility
We need to understand from broad perspective
Our quest should be aimed at and very subjective
For some period we may remain active
It must be respected as means to live
If it was so simple, we could have devised
Lived up to expectations as promised
Yet we fail to honor nature as expected
It needs honor and attitude to be respected
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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