Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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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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A clear reading
My heart is consciously bleeding
It is not used to for clear reading
I did not realize where I was heading?
It was for sure heads down leading
I am not at all conservative
Though I failed to be elobrative
As I belonged to native
I could not prove to be suggestive
We both fell victim to circumstances
We couldn’t learn antyhiing from past instances
She was completey a shy symbol
I too was new to school and just enrolled
We failed concevably
It ended miserably
We both longed and stayed apart
It was painful to deaprt
You are still hanging around
Your memory is still found
The heart chamber still hunts for your presence
It has remained vacant ever after long absence
The ship did not anchor at shore
We did nothing to explore
We left it to pure luck and fate
It slipped out of hand and proved very late
I had feared darkness and backlash
It was just bright soark and flash
It emerged and disappeared
It has still proved havoc as feared
Hearts can’t be different from place to places
It certainly leaves some traces
It has long spell of separation
It this stage it should raise no question
Love has proved to be legendry tale
It has never remained or dominated by male
It has been sincerely felt by both the character
The question remained who proved to be good actor
There is no room for any complaint or reservation
It has always been a very good observation
Love may fail or accomplish
it may not end with it or finish
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She didn't come
I waited but she did not come
Eyes stared in one direction to welcome
No trace of her and generating heat
Heart almost missed and skipped a beat
I saw in her a very good friend
It seemed relation will never end
We may walk for miles hand to hand
We developed relation with positive trend
I slipped into memory and saw her smile
Agony and anxiety vanished for a while
Ears were not used to listen to sweet voice
I sank deeper as had no other choice
She remained with me at every turn
Aroused the passion with nothing to burn
She aired the surrounding with melodious song
flown with clipped wing as something went wrong
Wind blew in haste almost touching her curly hair
Sweet fragrance spread across mildly in air
Red cheeks shined on face with colour fair
I couldn’t believe eyes ………………….
Was this sign of betrayal?
Should I not wait for her arrival?
May there be some special reason?
I feared a rain out of season
I did not cry and tried to weep
Sought the reason to remain calm and keep
Not to seek anything in return
Brave front for making “U” turn
I consoled self and heaved a sigh
Emotions emerged and ran very high
She may have some reasons to hide
Not necessary for all moves to disclose and confide
I thought of putting self aside
She may not be by my side
Her memory may last and suffice
Can’t I make little sacrifice
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An uncommon will
I feared the death through assassin’s bullet
I too was aware that people may soon forget
I thought to make my wish open in public
I was strongly in opposition to turn into relic
I wished to be buried under the grave
I am weak but still very brave
What I miss and what I have?
I want to return everything they gave
I was down to earth and remained among them
They praised at every time like gem
How can I forget their love and affection?
They remained calm an d at peace without any reaction
What is my contribution to their cause?
Absolutely nothing except their feeling to rouse
Trim them to face any eventuality in crisis
This was the only reason and basis
I was loved by them as next to incarnation
What was so unique in me for such observation?
As it happens in all the cases, it was just trust
It was to be reciprocated and was essentially must
I am not any dignitary or heavenly placed person
There can be many or unseen reasons
What actually seen was their undisputed affection?
I had nothing to do with my logic or action
Now a days that cares for departed soul?
Many heads parish in oblivion and role
No one takes slight notice or note of it
You must think and take decision when you are fit
I am ordinary human being surrounded by mere facts
I have no special quality or worthwhile tact
It was all alone a single asset and reserve
People thought I was the person to deserve
I never wished my ashes to be immersed in holy rivers
Many had thought it to happen with strong fervor
I wished them all success in life but refused to create even cemetery
Why all big people or dignitaries preferred running commentary?
Many advocated my ashes to be thrown from mid air to ground
Some strong attachment was believed to be found
It was believed that by doing so I shall remain close to soil
The sentiment was running high and continued to boil
I was dead against the cheap gimmick and advocated for simple burial
They had special affection and love and that can’t result into denial
How can one play with the popular sentiments and cash on popular wave
I had everything what any body could dream and have
It shall remain as permanent history
I never wanted it to be shrouded in mystery
What could be traced later on as cherished memory?
When I look back from heaven, I should not feel even slight sorry?
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When I am alone
You were not there when needed
You had promised me when we wedded
That you will stand by me when I am alone
Even let that be heavy wind, cruel rain or cyclone
Before we decided to go ahead with married life
You had carefully chosen the role of wife
You had also whispered in my ears
That you shall be true companion for years
How greatly I felt about those sweet words?
They were like lubricant covered on sword
Life was known to be a weapon with double edge
Not all was to be moving right with so many pledges
It was circumstantial embracement totally unknown
You were never in angry mood with face dark and swollen
Something was eating you from within and totally unnoticed
You were loosing temper easily and totally antagonized
You were there at door steps when I entered home
With so much innocent smile and ready to welcome
I used to forget tiredness as if had totally gone
You were providing complete strength and relaxation at home
Even though we had decided to forgo little on our sides
There remained wide gap and differences besides
She was extra ordinarily brilliant and over imposing
Still she had relented and did not show as way of enforcing
Twos dashing personalities can not remain long at one place
Either of two has to take over helm of affairs in the race
Their true metal will come in open clash at little attitude
Later on it might pick up to dangerous level of magnitude
If any one of them realizes the seriousness of the relation
There won’t be any chance of coming up such questions
It can surface but can be brought under control easily
It won’t ’be allowed to worsen further and brought down firmly
First time I noticed nothing was going well from sometime
It was feared it may erupt with little ignition anytime
She was loosing patience on each and every occasion
I was loosing peace of mind and controlled passion
She would speak no words or express displeasure
She will neglect and keep mum to show it for sure
This will irritate me further to my discomfort
This was first sign of crack and set back in rapport
The discontent was brewing and I had its bitter test
I was trying to curb anger and not showing it at least
She had decided to strike it with full force at best
I feared life will be miserable to prove for the rest
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They are still my kin
I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.
I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.
I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.
I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.
I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.
It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008
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Volcanic eruption
I knew about volcano eruption
I also knew there might be serious disruption
I wanted peace and no more interruptions
Yet it was inevitable but needed some caution
I knew morning will prove hell
Nothing may it to be very well
She will come rushing to the home
I will only smile and welcome
I was secretly composing poem about her
She was keenly watching me here
She may not let me know about her intention
But she had some misgivings and lived amidst tension
I wanted to give her surprise
It was fulfillment of all promises
I had promised to give her a memorable gift
I was wanted her to move visibly with some shift
She was obedient and very through a gentle lady
Her father was very good friend of my daddy
Both wanted to retain the permanent hold and friendship
We were made to fall with their lines for companionship
I was lucky enough to find her without any attempt
Even though our parents were active and very prompt
We knew little about their undisclosed plan and design
So long we remained very close and looked fine
She would air with her cuckoo voice
I would listen to her without making any noise
She will choose words deliberately to please
I will try to look normal and respond at ease
I gave her no present since our marriage
We spent the life nicely through out the age
I planned some surprise and prayed for its success
I did not want to give her any hint or access
We had never felt any excitement
As everything had come to us with no bad moments
We had enough fortune and even good standing
I had not uttered a word in her praise even with good understanding
I wrote everything about her frankly
I thought she may read it happily
I also wrote that I was simply quarrelling
It was to keep her under control and for level playing
Somehow she got wind of everything
She had searched all over for something
She could lay finally hand on much sought for letter
I was prepared to receive blows for better
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Going To Hear
We are
Going to hear
Only yes or no
No means yes
Yes means no
You know
I know
And also
No meaning of
Knowing
What is what
Why and how.
You appeared
And disappeared
We remained silent
Everything changed
We remained silent
Nothing like
Real
Nothing like
Unreal
We remained silent
We could not get
Any answer
Why and how.
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Once Upon A Tiime -Any Lines I Wrote Remained Hidden
ONCE UPON A TIME -ANY LINES I WROTE REMAINED HIDDEN
Once upon a time long ago
Any lines I wrote remained hidden-
No one would ever see them
Except in my dream - Posterity.
Now any line I write
Goes out to the world easily-
It will remain there
until the Internet closes it down.
For me inside
It is better that what I write appears-
But whether that appearance means anything really-
I don’t really know.
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Gift or Token
Even if life does not smile
We must carry on meanwhile
Life may be cruel, favorable or against
We have obligation to stay here with keen interest
How many people come on earth and vanish?
Who takes pride for life's best finish?
Everybody suffers from one draw back or another
We must look daily afresh and need not bother
What is to be feared from life and death?
It has to be based on your firm belief and faith
You should go on living as normal man
What else in life you want or can?
It is gifted life and is on hire
We must thank god and admire
No one may know what the next moment will be
The soul will become free and may need no permission to flee
As you are given empty stomach to fill
Some labor has to be put on to earn as good will
You may feel very sweet of it if earned through noble means
Rest of the people may suffer and end in no win
Life is always stuffed with either up or down
You may have to put large efforts of your own
Result may remain unknown but surely on your side
As there are tremendous opportunities and world is so wide
Love to live with meager means if not given enough
No doubt life may prove difficult and very tough
Yet we are made of simple clay and can be easily broken
Life must be looked upon as gift or token
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Good Bye
It is time to say good bye,
amidst small gathering and cry,
Soul to depart from body and fly,
No one knows where and why?
Always stayed among kith and kin
Struggled hard though not very keen
So much load on solder as it had always been
So many odds against but clear path seen
Kept all flocks under shed and together
Waging a struggle and not thought to bother
Continued to strive very hard and survived
Explored all possible means and revived
Lived life to the extent possible,
Made it easy though looked impossible,
Discharged obligations to the last end,
Sensed eternal signals which were send,
Many things were done and remained undone,
Received acclaim from friends as well done,
Considered life as meaningful and good mission,
No doubts ever occurred as matter of question
Will my work remain not to be in time finished?
Chances are not bright and seems to be diminished
though life remained fulfilled and has no regret,
it’s time to sleep peacefully and rest to forget,
Will my living not be exemplary and remembered?
Ideas may soon be forgotten and pushed in corner
This may take place or happen later or sooner,
It is a lesson for the learner or beginner
I may have not lived up to the expectations,
May have many emissions and omissions,
Might have not yielded to the submissions,
But always have resisted the temptations
Ambition and desire may remain always a concern
Attempt to disassociate will be a lesson to learn
Sun always shined and brought ray of hope,
Descending was easy even in high slopes
it gives enough joy And contentment
Life seems to be a mission for fulfillment
Might have faced rough weather sometimes
Everybody in life faces good or bad times
Eyes are filled with joy and unhappiness
When you became familiar with closeness
It was happy union but soon to come to an end
You had to leave everybody including friends
It is not easy to forget log association
Either in service, circle or with family
Sometimes we might have acted silly
But it would have been atmosphere homely
It is tearful and sad departure
You may feel end in near future
It is simple law of nature
Just get top of it and be sure
Final journey to bid farewell and bye,
Not enough time to say even lie,
Permanent position to find and go,
Leaving behind memories and forgo
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Miss Him Always
I will miss him always
As he always showed the best ways
Suited to my future and career
He remained near and dear
He may be acting as very harsh person
But there will always be some reasons
Who may not like to be kid to their children?
There can’t shift in relation all of sudden
Many children won’t go near to their father
The hard face may push them farther
The cruelty and unknown sentences can be read
They will think badly about their dad
But all of sudden the spring may bring boom
They all may be laughing in their room
As father had always looked after their needs
Provided all the comforts and valuable feed
We could read change on his face
He wanted to find real roots and trace
Where we all be heading in near future
He wanted to make it doubly sure
We loved this quality very much
He was not blind to eventuality as such
He would take us into confidence
Treat us as friends and confide at once
When we are fast asleep
He would never allow us to cry or weep
He had planned well in advance for our upkeep
He has now nothing to worry or any tension to keep
Soon it has become distant reality
He is no more among us and taken away by almighty
We are missing him dearly
But it was understood by us clearly
All heads of the family may be of same stuff
We can hardly make any move to bluff
They are made of fine blend to take our care
Without him we may have no place to go anywhere
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Good Bye Then
'Good bye then 'she said firmly and rejected
Nice and sincere proposal put by me and reacted
She was lukewarm to what I said gently
She waited for no time and replied instantly
As it happens in most of the cases
One has to wait endlessly and desperately chase
When it comes to cement it with permanent relation
Whole of the things change with all the equations
We were school time friends and remained together
She was extra ordinarily smart and always shared
Still I ventured into her area and passed on the feelings
She did not offer hostile reaction but demonstrated unwillingness
I tried to remain in fray and pressed still further
There was much at stake and had to be looked after
I caught up with her again and nicely presented
She was little relaxed and hastily consented
'I am not a girl of submissive nature'
'Think of it coolly and make it sure'
She was bold and assertive and replied plainly
Now ball was in my court to try it assertively or vainly
She was very much sure of her future plan
Wanted me to be aware of what should be done or can
I knew about her deteriorating health
She was surely pushing towards death
She didn't say it firmly and decisively
But presented her view point precisely
I was to choose between her and tomorrow
She was not in hurry and kept at low
She was intelligent and wise enough to project
Her way of thinking in clear terms and act
I admired her skill in tackling the deadly disease
She looked at me and waited my view points to release
Why not we remain as friends forever?
She pierced through eyes and sought for cover
I got her hint and declined it politely
'I want you to be with me' so accept it quietly
Today she is no more with us
But I still feel her warmth and blind trust
She did whatever she could do to make me happy
I too was on top of the world and remained steady
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Last advice
Papa was looking at the ceiling
As wanted to pass on something
I could guess something unusual
He was quiet and looked so casual
He had sensed his departure in advance
He may be surely debating his last chance
To see everybody standing by his bed side
The may be bide adieu with eyes wide
Normally relative gather when end nears
Secretly cry and shed the tears
It is normal human feeling with attachment
Sad feeling at heart and heavy moment
I did not miss his last advise
He had taken from me a promise
That I shall remain alert and act wise
"In this world there is no other choice" he had confided
I miss those moments and remember his face
There were visible fear lines with some traces
He had some unfilled task for me to complete
He took my hand with grief and tried to greet
This made my heart down with grief
Even though he spoke little and remained brief
We all were sure that this time he will be gone
I prayed almighty for his last breathe to be peacefully done
All parents are alike when their end approach
They may want all relatives near to bed as such
They would see it with all kind of satisfaction
Look all over places at home with recitation
We are poor human animal
There is so much celebration upon our arrival
When time comes at last for departure
They remember God and pray as creator
I slipped deep in the thought
As this was new situation and suddenly was brought
I was new to such tragic event
Unforgettable in whole life to resent
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Not a single moment
For not a single moment it struck to my mind
That moon may suddenly turn unkind
The silver rays may hurt me and burn whole body
The object liked by me may turn nobody
I was excited so much and gave another look
The moon looked before spotless now looked crook
That smile made me little nervous as it was growing in size
I was sinking deeper and feared people may call me unwise
How many nights I had spent in coolness?
Waiting for him to gain power and fullness
Those silver lines illuminating bright face
Searching for beautiful objects in race
I saw one or tow treachery lines
I feared they may desert and sideline
What feared me most was total eclipse!
When I may find darkness so dense
I saw you one more time
It reminded me of unknown crime
Love was to be known as unpardonable
Enough to land me in knee deep trouble
Now even stars smiled mildly
They twinkled but joked unkindly
They were in love for years
How was I going to steal their dear?
I was at deep pain to respond
I listened to all taunts but did not correspond
It did not suit in love games
As love was inextinguishable flame
Neither did It humiliate nor disheartened
On the contrary it made me happy and heartened
It was fortunate that I only came to know the facts
Otherwise it would have been considered as bad acts
Whole world and lovers take oath under your name
Walk hand in hand in free environment without shame
You provide opportune time and place to unite
Where you appear in full and provide illuminated night
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A belief not common
What is common in us? This question baffled me most
This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost
How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life?
It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife
Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart
Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part?
The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent
It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current
Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation
Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation
Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed
Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered
If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color
Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings
it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing
Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul
Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul
World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same
We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame
Mother may not act different with her children
The love may flow unconditional and sudden
She may be rejoiced at children’s well being
They may one day attain high position or become kings
Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night
Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right
The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight
The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light
Still we have so many things in common
With little agony and pain, tears may roll on
The blood may come out when there is injury
The common color of blood may increase the fury
We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious
The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious
We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air
To fight for nothing is something called as unfair
Let us ignite the passion for humanity
Live and allow others to live with dignity
There is nothing different in the infinity
It is how you believe in fine quality
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Age doesn't matter
Yes it causes me worry
I have unclear mind and feel very sorry
One should stay firm and carry
To fulfill all dreams and marry
As teenager I had fallen in love
It was unusual for me to move
People say” age doesn’t matter”
I have thought of deciding it later
I wanted young and handsome
Who can fulfill my dream?
It has caused me many sleepless nights
I have still a reason to smile and cause for delight
I wanted some one to nurture
Enough of wisdom and mature
Who can grant me bright future?
Take me right with and fully secure
Do I bear any hidden guilt?
Has it got any syndrome in built?
Even if it has, I may wither the storm
The relation may mushroom and remain warm
Do you imagine the state of river when in spate?
Can any one think of it and clearly state?
Has she not the potential to flood and dash?
Is there any reason with her to go for mad rush?
What is state when flood water is receded?
What is condition when demand is acceded?
The calm water may appeal more and more
As I go near to him and simply adore
Others may not accept it but I do
I have though it wise and very true
I shall stay firm and go for it
Wait for glorious moment and gladly meet
It is not mere coincidence or simple chance
One can’t go for it and have a glance
The waves do emanate from deep inside
The conception and realization has remained wide
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enough of thought
I gave enough of thought and read
Read and reread but not actually led
What it meant when barred by distance
There was not a single logic behind instance
Love as has been put is not a physical link
It is not for the page to feel touch of ink
It may rewrite what has been left behind
Yet that is not the criteria to find
Love is to find final refuge
Where two souls can unite and never refuse
Let there be onslaught from any quarter
It is not commodity to exchange or barter
There may rise many tidal waves
Take you up with it and bring down to save
Yet the wish does not fade
It keeps alive the hope to wed
You committed your eternal love with whole body
It is now my turn to feel it and nobody
I shall cling to it till the death
It is not only the resolve but good faith
No weapon can kill that spirit
I have know it from breath beneath it
I can never be separated
Till the find end we are united
No distance can make us separate
No luck or any thing can shape our fate
Let it take little longer or come late
I shall term it success in any rate
I won’t shed tears for not getting
I won’t fear even when time comes for submitting
As it has remained my long wish or desire
I shall remain there for whole life to admire
I have loved long beats of loving heart
That has remained so far unknown art
I am true love lover of feeling
Let that remain in me forever as loving
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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