Don't get caught
Don’t get caught for being old
As you won’t catch any more gold
You are simply written off and sold
But you are kept in dark and not to be told
Everybody behaved in decent way
So long I was glorious with the day
So nicely placed with dignity in job
Till the arrival of final day to rob
It landed me in trouble
I just realized that life is like bubble
The relation is purely selfish and centered
The greetings and respect is only then offered
I had no time to look at my appearance
I was so much occupied with all at once
I did all I could do for their welfare
I found home as safe place and to go no where
I used to take pride in having decent family
Life was spent nicely and happily
I had no reason to take on any thought and worry
I had no slightest idea that I had to feel later on sorry
The wrinkles has surfaced on my face
It is indication that I am out of race
Some years later there won’t be left any trace
I still have to survive till that time in any case
I could not recognize myself in mirror
It represented fear and terror
It was not me at all and looked different
The age had taken me over and looked apparent
I complained many times of bad digestion
They convinced me it can be good congestion
I forgot to remember that I had almost lost the teeth
I had no one as guard in mouth to accompany with
I had no strength to ask relatives
They may laugh at me and add more adjectives
I was disillusioned with sudden age
As if the lion was caught and put in cage
I could not dare to scold any one
I feared it may be heeded by none
Still I have sense of responsibility with humor
But I won’t do it at the cost of self honor
It is nature’s cycle and may be repeated
No one should feel bad about or being cheated
Some of the events may stand totally unrelated
But they are evenly exposed and narrated
It is not that you have lost all the shines
Members may still respect you and prefer to dine
They will share their routine in the evening with you
It may enlighten you for all those years passed through
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Old age syndrome
Old Age feeling is considered to be brittle
It will break if done damage even little
So much honor and respect comes in the way
Special position in home but reality is far from away
In case of early demise of spouse
The ghost seems to be available in house
When no one is present in day time
It pinches heart and reminds a lot sometimes
Whole life comes to stand still
Right from active age to peaceful drill
Little walk in morning and conclusion with evening prayers
No one is ready to give enough times or act as sooth Sayers
Even though no disrespect is shown
Loneliness is eating up and made known
Family members may be active with their occupation
Yet some warmth may be missing in relation
I have no complaints as to what they think
We both give serious though and sometimes sink
How best we can utilize our lone years?
Where there is likelihood of many fears
Not that final day will be met with bitter experience
But we will be left alone in nobody’s presence
Those worry still hunt the fragile mind
We have yet to explore all steps and find
If you carefully analyze about the old age
It is free time without any responsibility in cage
All the obligations are over and children made independent
There are happy days with members present
Love and affection is treasure in store
Only to find the ways out and means to explore
Nothing is to be done to invite criticism at this age
It needs to be skillfully thought over and managed
With both the souls(we) respectfully rested
So much is at stake and hopefully invested
Nothing more is to be opened or watch the move
Life is to be spent with joy and what else is needed to prove
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Up and Forget
One goes up and forgets
Make room for others to let
This is cycle and comes true
In everybody's life as it is very much due
Past may make you unhappy
This type of agony is suffered by many
Old age may be come shadow
Get larger in size to be looked from within in window
Children fly off and go far
Leaving behind tales of sky and star
All beautifully narrated when they were little kids
Now we have to look towards them for any lead
They are on their way out
They have nothing to take care and worry about
Marry and keep happy with the family
Leaving behind curse and things considered to be silly
Old may find it difficult to look for golden days
There was time when they had enough time to find the ways
Now what is left behind except to look at sky?
Make the futile study of what is not done and why?
No need to go through ordeals and punish self for nothing
It was your duty and you had strived for something
It ahs been achieved and cycle is repeated
You are left alone but not badly treated
You will be given all the comfort with peace
Life will be in isolation but at ease
It is time to remember and go through spent years
Listen to good or bad words that others may strike in ears
Abandon no hopes as it is routine and casual
It always takes place in its course as usual
Spend the time with happy mood and excel
Laugh it out at past and smilingly reveal or tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A long inning
As mother had played long inning
She breathed her last in the evening
She knew in advance about the end
It was known to us from her feelings and trend
She would not mind about anything
She won’t ask for or call for something
It was her desire to see us well off
She never wanted us to offer any bluff
She was looking at ceiling
Even though for months she was ailing
She had all kind of satisfaction
Bright eyes reflected the same indication
She was lying on the cot
Life spent on various odds to be fought
It was her life time ambition
To be with us without any condition
She did not expect a single favor
She provided us full cover
We will go near to her and touch the feet
She would affectionately look at and greet
She was active till the last day
It was her life and with full sway
She acted dominant and had complete way
We too were afraid to go away
Such glorious inning was about to end
We informed all relatives and friends
It was her desire that all should remain her bedside
She had nothing to hide or confide
She breathed heavily and lost the control
Her body remained there without soul
It was left for heavenly abode
We watched silently with heavy load
She bore same innocence but with authority
It was her secret weapon and quality
She will not mind for our being defiant
She offered full explanation and very variant
She was not in pain at all
The life had ended with her call
She lived life at full length
That was only her strength
We were her treasure
She had everything for sure
All members were brought up clean atmosphere
She had all the satisfaction to be on earth here
Father turned pale at last moment
He could not cry or offer comment
No word was offered from his for his mouth
We could clearly feel autumn wind from north to south
She stood for all those glorious years
She was all for smile and without tears
This kept us in good mood with confidence
We were let off peacefully with all incidences
Even though mother has left us for a while
She had covered long distance of miles
It was divine smile for all of our family members
The shade under banyan tree was for us to remember
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Honor
we have lost our sense of honor.
honor's not something you win in
battle, not a crown for the victor,
not something you can build or buy.
honor is a way of life... and it begins
with respect.
we no longer respect the many forms
of life around us... hell, we're so busy
just trying to survive that we dont even
see life, much less know it!
every person, good, bad, or ugly, deserves
our respect... for they are merely in all their
glory, and in all their human weakness,
reflections of us... a part of us!
every form of life... dogs, cats, elephants, ants,
whales, turtles, trees, rivers, mountains...
deserve our respect... for they are a part
of us, and we of them...
so many of us are experiencing financial
failures, hunger, poverty, and distress...
and we feel like we've lost any sense of honor...
but a man and a woman's honor is not held
in these things...
it is held in the naked truth of what we do
next... whether we remain as self-oriented
islands, or whether we rejoin the sea and
the sky of life... together as one. only then
will we be an honorable people!
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Ive Found A Reason
Written by ricky & kim wilde
Been a long time alone now
Only live every day on my own terms
Doing everything my way
If you dont understand you had to learn
You say you see a different world
That you dont believe in what I say
Now you walk into my world
Aware of the danger
But you wont turn away
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
Baby, how did you find me
Ive been lost for so long without a trace
You came back to remind me
Got me back from a sad and lonely place
And all the ghosts have disappeared
Youve taken away the things Ive feared
Ive turned my back on all the pain
You gave me a reason to llive my life again
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
You were there before my eyes
How could I have been so blind
Ive got one life
Ive been wasting time
You came to save this heart of mine
And all the ghosts have disappeared
Youve taken away the things Ive feared
Ive turned my back on all the pain
You gave me a reason to llive my life again
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
Now Ive found a reason
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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A Good Time
Time was once just a clock to me
And life was just a book a biography
Success was something you just had to be
And I would spend myself unknowingly
And you know that I could have me a million more friends
And all Id have to lose is my point of view
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you.
An apple will spoil if its been abused
A candle disappears when its been used
A rainbow may follow up a hurricane
And I cant leave forever on a train
And you know that Id survive if I never spoke again
And all Id have to lose is my vanity
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when you sat and talked with me.
You can smile for the lack of something else to do
And no one will laugh and point a finger at you
If your tears didnt always make me feel so bad
Would you still cry every time that you felt sad?
I thought Id heard and seen enough to get along
Till you said something neither of us knew
And I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you.
song performed by by John Prine
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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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Remembering 9/11: Ten Years On
Ten years have now passed since that fateful September day,
When many people’s loved ones were cruelly whipped away.
Children, who lost parents, have turned into young women and men;
Husbands and wives still feel their loss now, as they did way back then.
Also on that day, many Mums and Dads lost their daughters and sons.
Many people were in the prime of their lives and were still so young.
Aunts and uncles too, lost much their loved nieces and nephews;
No decent human being could believe the heart stopping news.
I remember how I watched the events unfold, that day, on TV.
I found it very difficult to take in the images which I could see.
I distinctly remember seeing the Twin Towers falling
And found the terrifying footage so extremely appalling.
How could the culprits sit there and watch them fall,
Knowing, full well, that they, alone, were responsible?
It’s bad enough when you kill or injure someone by accident,
But those untimely deaths were planned and were cruelly meant.
Even when things in life go so very tragically wrong,
New York City showed the world it could be so strong.
They picked up the pieces, and showed they wouldn’t be beat.
Only a short time later, the City was getting back upon its feet.
Today, there are many remembrance ceremonies taking place,
Being attended by the many decent people of the human race.
They wanted to remember both people they had and hadn’t met.
That day is one day that the entire world never will ever forget.
By the events that day, you couldn’t help but be moved.
How callous some people can be, this day really proved.
That morning, people innocently made their way to work,
Completely unaware of the dangers which, nearby, lurked.
The world was caught up in a complete and utter nightmare.
People couldn’t hide their shock and feelings of total despair.
We remember all those killed that day, now exactly ten years on.
The memories of that day, from our minds, will never ever be gone.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Secrets
I told her all my secrets.
Once started they came out almost by themselves and she acted so enchanted it was easy to just keep going on and on.
I told her about my first kiss, about my stealing grapes from the grocery store, one grape, is all it was, but I never forgot taking it. I told her about the time I told a lie to make myself seem more important than I was.
I had never been to Russia. But I said I did to impress my friends. I told her of times I had been quiet when I should have spoken up, of that moment of cowardice when I should have helped my friend when the gang caught us. I didn't help. I ran and they caught him. I didn't go back to help.
I revealed what I think about at night when I am going to sleep, my little vanities and self-deceptions because they seem harmless. I told her about the little mean things I've done and the day I learned that you could lie if it was small one and it kept someone from feeling hurt; of the secret anxieties i felt and the loves I lost and never knew why, of how I worry about being in shape all the time and the times in my twenties when I looked everywhere in faces on the street, in magazines, among strangers asking myself are you The One? I told her that quest never ended-I simply shortened the voyage because long quests can be tiring.
I told her of my secret desire to impress her by telling her my secrets; no pretending to tell her secrets so as to get her to tell me her secrets and this was my ultimate secret which, of course was no secret at all, since I told.
She laughed saying 'I know but the gesture, I thought was sweet.'
So, I said, 'Do you have pretend secrets for me? ' 'Sure, ' she said, 'but I will mix in the telling some real ones, like you did, and we can then both guess which ones were true. A little mystery never hurt anyone.'
So she began to reciprocate tellling me her first kiss was through a screen door and her mother asked what was wrong with her lips, about never realizing until she was ten that it went in... there.. About the shock of all of it. About the time she saw her mother and dad doing it. She told me about the first time which was very very short, and the boy who was afraid and fumbly. About her first push-em-bra and lace underthings she bought at Victoria's Secret and the party where some one felt her up in the dark and she let him. About her belief that she had lived in some previous life and remembered bits and pieces of it.
About how she thought when getting her period that she was dying and didn't tell anyone until her mother discovered the blood. Her first boy friend who was sweet and a virgin and so was she. She thought you could get pregnant from tonguing when kissing; about her first O and how it scared her; how she looked in the mirror afterwards to she if she had changed; about how scared she was when it came time to deliver the baby.
We talked for hours, mostly about the secrets but ultimately we started to share dreams. She wanted to be a ballerina but had to give it up. I wanted to be a sports star, but too short. We share dreams gains and lost, mostly lost, given up for a good job or the quest for one or for family and kids.
From that first 'she called my number by mistake call' we call once a year, in secret of course, and share some more. We've never met. Don't need to. I already know all her secrets and she knows mine.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Was He A Child?
Was he a child? (NARRATED 7/9/10)
I was feeling down and out depressed and in despair
My chest was feeling tight My mind up in the air
Like so many others I was living from week to week
I was all the way down to my lowest peak.
Nothing seemed to console me, so I decided to take a walk.
Sat on a park bench when with me, a child started to talk.
What’s wrong mister? You look like you lost your best friend.
But don’t you worry, for soon it will end.
Its just like when I play baseball, and I want to hit a home run
And when I don’t do it, I feel like getting a gun.
My coach always tells me that I can’t always hit a home run.
As long as I get on base, that’s all that has to be done.
I looked at this child, he had a big smile on his face
He took me back- to another time, another place.
Well I’ve got to run mister to meet my family
For they are always there to hug and comfort me.
I thought: now here is a child with wisdom
Who seems to know more than me.
How is this possible? How can it be?
I turned to thank him and to tell him to have a nice day
But he was gone, he just slipped away.
I got up off the bench and looked all around
But he was not in sight, and nowhere to be found.
I felt a sense of freedom, like a burden taken off of me
For all those cares and worries, no longer bothered me.
WAS HE A CHILD?
poem by Louis Rams
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Time Is Not Our Cage (Gabry Ponte Power Cut)
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Children of eternity
Always searching for a faster race
Defeating what time wants to be
There's no king
In this place
Like a star that belongs to the sky
And the times are our names in your mind
Our souls are the wings as we fly
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Just like an old song that's playing a tune
That revives what seems lost in the past
With dignity fighting for whom
In a way
Wants to last
Like a friendship of 10 years ago
That is frozen inside of a picture
That tomorrow can cancel and go
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
Free as a soul is
Far beyond all the boundries of time
Its you mark that lives on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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A turning gold
I fear of being called old
but in fact turning Gold
astute behavior and approach bold
head of the family and very nice hold
Calmness like sea and brightness like sun
family members would love and make fun
my try to win the race with stick walk run
children may point with small barrel gun
'Grandpa, your time is over'
we will give you cover
your inning should not last
as you are aging very fast
Don't leave us behind
where from we will find?
you are our dad's dad and very kind
we touch your feet as you are soft and mild
It turns me old when somethig I hear
“One time handsome may not remain dear”
He is loosing charm and wrinkles developed
Great show on stage is likedly to be floaped
I feel delighted when hear nice words
There is no fun to think of age and look backward
Any one may go for high jump when fully young
Alas! it is beautiful inning but not going to last long
Who can stop the blowing wind?
Who can clip the bird’s wing?
You may go high in the air
The game is considered to be very fair
It is the test of time that you spread the fragrance
The ability and young age is thing of presence
It may stay as long as you think it is in your reach
The birds may come down to find and search
Where do we find peace and shelter?
Where is our final destginy and cover?
Who will accompany us till the end?
The world has to be made as lovely abode and friend
The sun may shine hard and rain may cause the blow
The vigor and strength may develop cracks and go slow
The speed may slower and ri ver may stop the flow
The eys may loose the sight and face its glow
The wrinkles are sign of wisdom
It truly reflects but speaks seldom
Who knows better what can be spoken off?
World may not realize when to cry and laugh
The river water have calmed down and flow silently
The words too are spoken very nicely and gently
You represent serious figure and act as saintly
The advice too comes easily and instantly
One must, in times to come, must grow old
So many may be following you and come in fold
It is not wrinkles but lines on face
That may speak of marathon race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Soldiers Family Heritage
Every family member had served this nation
He looked forward to it with anticipation
Every member had left their mark
And on this road he would embark.
Members had served since the civil war
It was a desire, not a chore.
With pride and determination he knew
What he had to do.
He had to defend the red, white, and blue.
He decided to try for the navy seals
It was a desire which he did feel.
He had to be the best that he could be
For the honor of his family.
The training for the seals is really hell
After the first week he could tell.
Most of the members of his platoon
Decided to give up much to soon.
This was the biggest challenge that he would face
And his name he would not disgrace.
He thought of his family and what they went through
And he knew what he had to do.
He called and asked his family to come down
And seeing them, new strength he found.
His father held the civil war flag
And for that he was glad.
It had been passed down from generation to generation
And this sight was his salvation.
A new inspiration arose in his chest
And he would give his very best.
The family gave him the strength he would need
For in him they had planted the seed.
he would awake with his mind crystal clear
And achieving his goal he had no fear.
Now he was a navy seal, so much pride he did feel
He had achieved not one goal but two
And of this his family knew.
There is now another generation on its way
And to the lord he does pray
Let this continue down the line
For when it becomes my sons time.
poem by Louis Rams
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And Thats What Hurts
Never let nobody know me
Never let nobody dare
Never let somebody hold me
Long enough for me to care...
Till I found you
Till I found you.
Never let my guard down easy
Never let myself let go
I never knew the reason why
I never let my feelings show
Till I felt the pain
Of loving you
And thats what hurts
When we say goodbye
And thats what hurts
On those sleepless nights
Theres nothing I can do
Cos Im lost inside of you
And thats what hurts.
I never let nobody touch me
Never let nobody try
I never let somebody move me
Deep enough to make me cry
Till I found you
Till I found you
I was strong and independent
I never needed anyone
I thought I had it all together
Until you came and proved me wrong
Now Im stronger with you
In my life
And thats what hurts
When we say goodbye
And thats what hurts
On those sleepless nights
Theres nothing I can do
Cos Im lost inside of you
And thats what hurts
Yeah and thats the catch
But the hearts not good at holding back
Its a blessing and a curse
And I dont know whats worse
And thats what hurts.
Sometimes I wanna run
Sometimes I feel just like a fool
Sometimes Im even sorry baby
That I felt in love with you.
Oooh thats when it hurts
It hurts so bad
Ooh cant sleep at night
Nothing I can do
Cause Im lost inside of you
Oohhh
It hurts oh it hurts
Cause Im lost inside of you
I cant help myself
I cant help myself
Hurts without you baby
Youre not here, youre not here
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Wish, he had
'She gently entered room and looked around
Everything was scattered and nothing unusual found
Everything was placed in same position as it used to be
It seemed he was not yoked yet and moving carefree
The bed was not in order and bed sheet was dirty
I felt very hurt and was lost with guilt and pity
He had held me in high esteem with outstanding quality
He did everything possible for me in his capability
I slipped back in oblivion for some sweet years
I was running after him to hear “I love you” in ears
He won’t budge and oblige me for silly reasons
He was such a personality and gentle person
He will make use of every romantic moment
He will catch hold of me and feel me good with funny movements
I considered it totally childish as it had no selfish motive
He was careless and not intended to be subjective
I came to know later that he had wept for me continuously’
As a close friend I had not taken him very seriously
It was unfortunate not to find him a permanent place
He never claimed or made known to me that he was in race
I had known him for his out spoken behavior
He was all there for to act as savior
I had great faith in him but could not rely more
He used to narrate something irrelevant to feel me bore
The things did not move in right place
He was thrown out of way and without any grace
He had lost all peace of mind with no purpose
He lost his usual charm as that of fresh rose
He did not confide to any one about our relation
He never gave any idea or even hint to lead some indication
It was so nice of him to act in responsible way
Even though I had deserted him and went away
Normally people go berserk with love failure
He was so confident and very sure
He did not want any blame on me as person
He had his own logic with some reasons
So when heard about his plight
I could not resist idea of being always right
It was my misreading that had pushed him to the corner
He wanted all the time to become my partner
I wanted to gently pat his solder
And cry for all those acts which remained in folder
Though they were not wrapped as piece of paper
It had come out all of sudden and acted as saver
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ripples in spine
Many years have passed since then
You were insisting to join me often
It used to send me ripples in spine
But I was comfortable and feeling fine
My heart beats used to rise alarmingly
I was not in sad state but felt warmly
You had deep sense of pride and honor
I was unable to stand even on floor
Yet I was very much dreaming
She was like home coming
I never thought she may vanish all of sudden
I had no slightest idea even
I did not dare to open my mind
I could see lines on her face and find
It revealed me untold truth
It needed no words or proof
I have no regret of loosing her
She was always willing to come here
The luck would have it and she was gone
I remained cut off as things remained undone
Even today I feel she belonged to me
Even though I was not totally free
She may be seen several times nearby
I never intended to see her or try
Her close association would have made me sink
I was never out of touch and it made me think
I thought of old acquaintance but brushed aside
It was improper for me to go so much wide
I had cried several nights
I don’t know whether it was wrong or right
Yet I felt her absence as great loss
She meant to be precious jewel as she was
If ever I could disclose to her about my desire
It should not have been proved satire
I remained alone through out
I learnt it wisely what the life is all about
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Important Place
In laws are definitely occupying important place
They are to be looked after well in any case
You might be facing tension and very good chase
But you have no other option than it to face
I am taken for ride and granted
I am undesired and unwanted
Particularly at home when they are guest
As wife will try to show her best
She will order me to keep everything ready
My gesture and appearance should look steady
No untoward incidence at home and all smoothly running
Else I will face all bombardment and especially gunning
She will leave no stone unturned
Buried al the differences and calm almost returned
Peace is purchased at no cost or absolutely for asking
As she needs all my smiles and backing
I am so much praised by in laws
The relation got strained many times because of flaws
It got improved with wife’s intelligent intervention
I need not go at length and stupidly mention
But I find gradual change when she hears they arrive
I take deep breathe to think and survive
She is almost very important person
I must run after her for every reason
I will take complete care for everything
Nothing should be left unattended for anything
It is question of her pride and honor
So I should do everything that is asked for
How much relief you have?
You were never bold and brave
Mother-in-law is kind animal
What a great joy on her arrival?
Wife attends so regularly
Looks after every needs and keeps you happily
Never fighting resolve and showing all courtesy
All in laws are like that and long to see you happy
I am their only one pet animal
I can’t afford to show it as dismal
I shall excel in all round show
Even if I shall experience it like foot ball throw
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A special space
You have been sent here as special case
You are not comfortable and at ease
You are not at all involved in any race
You have still to bear pain and face
Though you have occupied holy position
You have tough and not easy transition
From baby till the attainment of motherhood
You have passed through and understood
It is deliberate attempt to denigrate
No one can feel the plight and narrate
It is not simple matter to be taken lightly
Nothing goes on smoothly or to be taken rightly
You are confined till babies groom
There is no open space for you in room
You are all devoted for any movement
Though it is considered s glorious moment
Nothing is possible for human beings to consider
She is there for all the times to act as insider
She may not complaint for ill treatment or insult
There maybe some change as result
We bow our head as mark of respect
We need to search the soul and inspect
She has not entered any deal of her own
We must get on well with her and not down
She looks towards sky not aimlessly
She acts fast but not helplessly
It is her resolve to stand fast
To bring everybody out till the last
Let all the mothers and females rule
The legitimate place with special role
We need to place them on top of the ladder
It is highly sensitive but ordinary matter
We may be failing in our mission
There has to be frank admission
We need to realize the complex nature
We can at least show respect and assure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shadows In The Darkland
Into the shadows of the dark land
Where the roaring lion roams free
Never to return to the world of innocence
This cynical dimension has forever trapped me
For years I wandered in the twilight
Voices of the world echo unclear
This is a place of abandoned desolation
Forever ruled by shame and fear
How is it that these world's co-exist in time
A child in one, a slave to the other
Surviving daily in a colorless jungle
Yet sentenced forever to continually suffer
A childless child in a demanding world
Longing to return to a different time
To a place of warmth and sweet embrace
Oh to laugh again, how sublime
There were times when I thought I had found the way
I could almost feel the sun on my face
But just at that time, the lion did pounce
And I ran screaming back into that place
And so I walked on, chains pulling me down
Seemingly going nowhere
Yet I was being pulled towards an enormous pit
And I did not have the strength to care
And before I knew it I was falling
Having finally gone over the edge
I was grasping and scraping and calling out
Before I came to a stop on a ledge
I looked down and I could see the bottom
It was the bottom of the bottomless pit
I looked at myself, I was covered in filth
And I said to myself, this is it
I looked up and I could see no light
And I cried out, oh God help me!
And in an instant, His Hand came down
And before I knew it I was free
I was out of the pit and standing on the Rock
I could feel the sun on my face
Never again to walk in the shadows of the Dark land
But to live forever in a continual embrace.
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Age Old Dilemma
It has remained and been age old dilemma
But spelt well now by others and Dalai Lama
What we had understood about real life?
Was it merely passing time with very good wife?
That may be one good aspect
We failed to understand it and respect
It has always been a mystery and mirage
Lots of thesis can be written on long pages
Think of poor people who have nothing eat!
Look after family and children with two ends to meet
Very difficult to understand the philosophy in real terms
When situation is so tidy and cruelly turns
He has no where to go but fight to fill hunger
So much rage inside with lots of hatred and anger
Whole world seems against and remedy for poverty
Where is the time to remember good thing and almighty?
Those who have enough of means try for more wealth
They need enormous even at the cost of their health
Humanity is just farce and no value for human being
They want to have sway allover and rule as king
It may be naïve to discard such theory
It is cause of concern and worry
We spend the life in pursuit of money
There leaves less time to enjoy the honey
Life comes to an end when everything is in hand
Lots of relatives wait for speedy departure at the end
Since you have failed to realize happily with wealth
They want lion’s share after your early death
This dogma has remained for ever and may continue
No one has come out of it even after repeated review
It is mirage hunt that keeps us in fray
We are running after it and always going away
Some individuals successfully come out of it and enjoy
For them life is mission and should be continued with joy
It is likely not to come in thousands of years
So live up to full length even if some agony comes to bear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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