Female character
I am of little shy nature
Never thought of colorful future
Yet thought a lot bit about being woman
How can that be better than that of man?
I did not turn to human being
For any type of good learning
Type of harmony and melodious singing
The idea was in mind and constantly ringing
I turned to no one but nature
Walked barefoot alone to cure
Sickness of mind and to secure
The solution for anything to assure
Why was early morning an opportune time?
Why was it quiet and pleasant sometimes?
Why all birds were in nest and only cuckoo out?
Why dews were still on leaves waiting to peter out?
I ventured to go near birds
They were on branches but heads skywards
Sun was to bring some shine and new hope
I just observed and thought life is like tight rope
Everybody is busy and looking out
There is lot more to talk about
How to live and cope up with problems?
How to adjust and peacefully live with them?
Flowers fear too in early morning
They will soon be plucked without warning
Yet that inbuilt fragrance remained
Even though fear of separation pained
We, the females, have special role
We have yet to respond to superficial call
Not all can adjust and lead to as it should be
But females are tolerant enough to act like big tree
We can be neglected but not forgotten
We can be cheated but role can't be shortened
It is specially designed and suited for our character
What else can we do than to play part as that of an actor?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful start
Morning is poised for beautiful start
Dews are still on ground but ready to depart
Strill the birds are in nest but making little move
The nature is at its supreme and nothing to prove
The melodious voice starts emerging
The early morning is filled wih nice singing
The cuckoo is at her best with beautiful echo
We are just preparing with words to go
The darkness is slowly fading a way fine
The horizon is slowly illuminated with red shine
The night peace will be a forgone conclusion
No one may rememeber who made the intrusion
Ya it is not rememebred for the good
We need to go out in search of food
The wood may be looking so lovely and nice
We got to fulfill the comitment or promise
What is it to us with bright light
Nature is awakened with beautiful sight
We got to choos whether to go left or right
It is definitely not easy to find and fight
But the morning delight can’t be missed
Beautiful flowers are not to be plucked before being kissed
What a fragrance and lovely scented rose?
How elegantly they emerge and pose?
Everything can be missed but not early morning
We can’t wait for it to come after sad evening
The night as usual may bring restless peace
Hold the breath till you feel at ease
Just few steps out side the gate
Watch itout without being very late
Nature is there for you not to hate
You just breath heavily and clearly state
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful aspect of nature
Did you ever witness beautiful aspect of nature?
As if bright shine is made to reflect for future
Happiness is all over to influence the human mind
New energy and its usages are to be found
How could that appear in systematic dimension?
Each trunk appear with correct measurement and precision
Color to match with original green leaves
Hang downwards to recognize nature's dominance
Spring brings special effect to speak for itself
As if the natural treasure has come out from sea shelf
Each flower to speak of its origin and identification
By color itself you may know the fragrance and relation
How best it has endured the sprit with cycle?
Why there is no such delay in its arrival?
You may know the complete change
As if youth has appeared with age
All birds and animals echo with spring
Rightful utterances with melody to sing
Celebration in morning before sun shine
Human beings to come in life and feel fine
I am believer of nature and certainly respect
Nothing speaks contrary or against in any act
Nature has played effective role and may do so
We only have to follow and naturally go
Anybody can pick up the threads
Weave it to full use and lead
Nature may never deceive you
If you choose and rightfully go through
How many colors are represented in spring?
Every body feels part of its being
Human beings are not exception
We must delight and accord good reception
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Little tolerent
Nature has taught us to be tolerant
Forget about past and live in present
Try to adjust with changing mood
As mind and body both need fresh food
Don’t try to stagnate and sit idle
If you are really enterprising and capable
World may be full of problems and troubles
But try to face it and never crumble
We have to learn from the nature
It only protects our future
It has much to give in return
We must look forward and positively turn
Nature has never deceived
Even thought enough of cruelty is received
Trees are cut and deforestation is on large scale
Time is not far off when our face may turn pale
Nature is changing fast
It is feared world may soon last
Desert is experiencing snow
Rive are in spate and madly flow
The earth is often threatened with tremors
Shocks are sometimes not observed
But wherever it has taken place
Complete destruction is caused in all the cases
We have polluted every field
Nothing is to be secretly yield
We may not be in position to hold little later
Earth may look barren and there won’t be anything to cater
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am just a Child of Beloved nature!
I am not that,
I am not this,
I am that words can't say,
Just like unpredictable,
I Live like child of the nature,
Having sunshine in my mind,
Having cloudy sky too,
Just like a child playing with mother,
I see stars in her sky reflect in my eyes,
Those stars also brighten my dreams!
My need she fulfills,
For my questions she responds with great answers,
I am loving my mother,
I dance with her jumping with frogs and flying with butterflies,
Singing with birds,
mew with kittens, playing with puppy,
Seeing all of them as my own,
I am the child and never like to live more than that!
Life is not real for me,
Just flow of time make me sleep, dream and awake,
Work is my play, problems are quiz,
Whole life is not a puzzle,
Only wonderful play of rainbow of colourful light,
Pain or happiness are momentary,
I feel everything temporary,
Self is that playing with self alone,
Self is that ever like to live like a kid,
neither born nor die,
Never aging truth beyond time is me!
I am a part of its play,
I have to play a role,
I learn to act and play my role,
years after years roll,
I too roll life after life,
Yet remain as kid for ever!
I complain about my pain,
She has that ever soft hands to wipe tears!
When I am sad, she sends birds to sing for me,
when I am mad, she has that teacher to correct me,
She is my beloved mother, I am her loving kid!
I am learning what I am,
She teach me well with all love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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No reason to feel sad
I have no reason to feel sad and look gloomy
Even though the day is dark and cloudy
It may rain any time to bring some respite
The night may look an the absence of light
The nature has interlinked with our nature too
We too grow energetic and turn pale when go through
All seasons affect our thinking with climatic change
Our fate too with some hopes remain in balance and hang
Though the natural disasters create panic and fear
It brings havoc and turmoil for us to heavily bear
It may leave us in state of great shock with lots of tears
We have no where to go and tell someone to hear
It is good to be associated with climatic condition
It may inspire us to drive with powerful ignition
It is time for us to rise and match the event
It will be made memorable with resolute movement
Even though they are inseparable part
We adjust accordingly from the very start
We plan it in such way that it looks natural
There is no clash or apparently any quarrel
We may fear from nature but do not adopt exactly
Even though it may be in our disfavor heavily
Dark clouds do not inspire us to hold pessimistic views
At the same time we will not go mild with morning dews
As the sun opens its arm to spread over vast area
The land may claim it as its right and make strong plea
We do not leave it to heavenly bodies to decide
We may plan it forcefully to go over very wide
The weather has limited role to play
It may have time bound sway
Everybody may try to extract maximum
No one likes to share at the level of minimum
Even trees shed their difference to wear new out look
How pages look when they are compiled in nice book?
The trees may have new branches along with green leaves
This will definitely inspire and lead you to believe
Our heart can bear greenery all the time to come
As nature encourages non living organs to welcome
We human being empower to adapt certain new things
It will be liked by all and be appreciative of something
Even blind may notice change through ears
Same wind and change has taken place for years
It is human mind to feel and changes to make
Complete surrender to nature means nothing at stake
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Musical element
I was never troubled from setbacks
Even though it used to remind me of drawbacks
I used to take it as challenge and counter
Even though down but forcing me to burst into laughter
Nights may trouble with so much of curiosity
It may some times cast doubt on ability
I might have passed many sleepless hours in quest
But may not lead me to think of what could be the best
I am out to find best solution to the crisis
The change is good alternative and forms basis
"Go to the nature and seek refuge with music"
That may spell new theme with magic
The birds have nothing to do with early morning
Yet the cuckoo airs melody for turning
Dead thoughts into live one by infusing new waves
Where person can pick the natural thread and dare
Musical waves create so much peace in mind
Its up and down lyrics makes space to find
Adjust with sad or happiness scenes
A rare mixture of happy and sad tunes
It rarely fails mankind and creates enthusiasm
Life too is same with optimism and pessimism
Some third option is also available to cope with crisis
That is the only aim of life to success with basis
The mind is fresh with supernatural melody
That is playing almost magic for everybody
Music best element and surprise that God has
It is best in all the forms to face the phase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spring Time Is Coming
Beautiful Spring is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here,
For the clear bright sun is shining
All human hearts to cheer.
One the brightest gems of nature
Is the orb that o'er us shines,
And o'er the wide creation,
It'll shine to the end of time.
The birds will soon be singing
On shrub and bough of trees,
Their notes will soon be ringing
Out, forth so merrily.
They love the merry spring time,
Those little birds we love,
They love the pleasant sunshine
That comes down from above.
We can hear them sweetly singing
From early morn, till night.
They make music in the woodland
Those little birds; so bright,
We should dearly love them,
Those little harmless things,
And when we hear their music,
We know that it is spring.
Ah; it's pleasant in the springtime,
All nature seems so gay.
Bright flowers in the sunshine,
Sweet fragrance can display.
The hills, and dales, and meadows,
So beautifully covered o'er;
With natures richest verdure,
The green grass, as of yore.
The winter will soon be over,
With its cold and chilly winds.
It is sad and dreary ever,
Yet its dying, free from sin.
Now the springtime is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here.
We will welcome in its coming
In this glad new year.
poem by Julia A Moore
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A day to start with....
Why our day starts with beautiful music in ear?
Why it doesn’t fail even for single day in year?
Cuckoo airs melody at an appointed hour
Whole atmosphere echoes it with good odor
All birds have special character
We may find them usually in every sector
They have their own specialty to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialty of its kind
Cuckoo is only one bird with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She airs lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine with her song may alert even fool
It is pleasant to hear her voice with music
It generates thrill and creates good magic
God might have gifted it to one in million
Music with beauty is considered as real union
Cuckoo is black but considered as melody queen
Everybody may listen to and seems to be very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be called God's messenger
It is early definitely some signal in the morning
Telling the world about impeding danger and stern warning
“You be sweet to all” and remain close to heart
Jump to brisk but later on turn it to good start
Nature is very kind to human being
It doesn’t differentiate between poor and king
Its flow is uniform and even in all the direction
Seasons too follow the suit with equal action
In every action you may witness complete harmony
It may not be possible with us or in fact with many
It is tragedy and must be looked as not good sign
We must love to live with peace and feel fine
If birds don’t ignore the nature then why do we?
Why we remove the trees and make them refugee
We loose the shed and they loose the home
We know nothing and aimlessly roam
Nature never deserts us and offer fine place
How easily we can forget and replace?
We can act thankless and invite the wrath
It is one step away from loosing faith
Had there been any other option for us to follow?
We could have made the land to go barren and allow
Complete destruction of natural property to pave the way
For other things to come up and permanently stay
No body can save us from possible fall out
It will be no retreat but invitation to drought
Complete extermination of mankind without battles fought
What do we seek in reality? Survival or rout?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sad cuckoo
Have you ever seen sad cuckoo?
Yes I have seen and it is very much true
Hardly any one can notice it in early hours
As cuckoo has disappeared and seen no where
I sued to wake up with her call
When night was about to face its fall
So dreadful, frightening and calm
I heard her melodious voice with no harm
Some new habitats are coming up on hills
It is strong dissent by birds and animals
Wild animals attack the human beings
As they are capable and first kings
Some time in the morning I heard beautiful voice
As if calm with no more music to create with noise
As forbidden to use morning top places near by
Time has come for them to bid a good bye
I guessed it right
They had made no effort to fight
With no option in hand but to migrate
No more melody in morning to state
They are now no where
Vacated place and gone somewhere
Thick branches and trees have disappeared
Their existence is totally now feared
They might have gone too far
But that places are not too safer
It is unfortunate that we have turned cruel
Hand is laid everywhere to speak unwell
It can be considered unfortunate and not right
But think of peasants and small farmer's plight
They are influenced by high price rise
Brought round the corner to sell it to our surprise
Not only birds, animals but poor may be scarce
The talk of future development may turn farce
All over you may find high rise buildings
For small piece of land you may find high biddings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature
He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.
A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.
He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.
A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.
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What Others May Think.
Apart from the water tower
and the farm
and a few scattered cottages
there were no other buildings
for a mile or more
just you and Jane
and birds in the early morning sky
I like it at this time of day
she said
I like the fresh smell of nature
and the farm
and having few people about
you walked beside her down the lane
that led away from the farm
you noticed how her black hair
seemed freshly washed
and blew slightly in the mild wind
does you father mind
you being out with me?
you asked softly
he doesn't know
she replied
he thinks I came out alone
for a morning walk
why didn't you tell him?
you asked
he was busy writing his Sunday sermon
and it was easier to just go out
and not disturb him
she said looking around at you
her eyes studying you
as she walked on down the lane
would he mind you being with me?
you asked
I don't think he knows you as yet
seeing as you have only moved here
a few months and don't come
to the church
you stopped and took her hand in yours
it was warm and soft
and pulsed with life
she looked at your hand
holding hers and she rubbed
her thumb over the back
of your hand
you wanted to kiss her lips
or cheek just to feel
her flesh on yours
but you didn't you just looked at her
and waited to see
what she would do next
she let go of your hand
and looked around her
there might be people looking
from those cottages up there
she said suddenly pointing up
at the rising bank which went up
to two cottages high up
if they see us they may tell Father
and then it would be awkward
and he might suspect things
and then she went quiet
and looked at the running stream
by the lane
but we haven't done anything
we just walk out and talk
and hold hands now and then
it's not what we do
it's what others think we do
she said softly
and stood looking at you
waiting for you to speak
but you said nothing
just leaned in close to her
and kissed her cheek
and said
even Christ permitted kisses
even the one from Judas
and she smiled
and the early morning sun
pushed through trees
and shone on her hair
and there was the sound of birds
singing in the air.
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Soul and body
Oh, dear poems
I always addressed you to him
As I thought of you as medium
You were away near but kept mum
You made me to speak
Kept reminding me about peak
Even thought I was weak
You forced on me to stick
I take it as blessings
There can't be anything like missing
You are always there when I wish to assert
Come out in verses and visibly seen in concert
I know time is precious
Yet thought process is continuous
I know for sure you always remain in my mind
I spare now sometime for you to find
Cuckoo has no business to air melody
That can be assigned to anybody
But some one has to play that role
Nature has made it strictly as per rules
We have to play all kind of roles but differently
To express thoughts and present it vehemently
In such condition you invade mind decisively
I too accept it gladly and project positively
You have distinct place and position
Not all can make effective composition
I consider it as heavenly gift and art
Like Human soul and body as inseparable part
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A peace offer
Nobody can offer you peace in mind
It is self contentment and nowhere can you find
It will come to you automatically
If you behave normally and very kindly
Peace can’t be had if we live under constant fear
Life can prove very cruel but everything you must bear
It may sometimes tear you apart and completely break down
You must take it lightly and never show any displeasure or frown
In this process nature is definitely with us all the way
You have to look around and little attention you must pay
Nature does not deviate from its course and behave normally
How can we act differently and behave abnormally?
Whenever you find that you are seized with lot of problems?
You must go to nature’s refuge and play the games
This may divert your attention and make you little comfortable
The problems can’t be solved by sitting merely on table
Keep mind fresh with brisk morning walk
Inhale fresh air and try to avoid any talk
It may generate fresh air to the tiny cells
Blood may rush in plenty in all vanes
Body too may feel relaxed and full of energy
It may then be converted like machinery
Body may work with full speed and cope
You may have no tension at all even when walk on rope
Cool breeze supplements to fresh air,
Give comforts and raises hair
Body relaxed to great extent and offers sound sleep,
Novel ideas pour in and you have insight to peep,
Can we not consider it as gift from nature?
Fresh impetus to mind with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and thinking of bright of future,
Fresh opening of page of life with beautiful signature,
You should never loose heart or courage
It is nature’s gift or simple message,
New avenues are to open and generation new passage,
Bad memories to evaporate and feelings to assuage,
World doesn’t end with bad day,
Spring is almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future course,
Who knows ship may come at bay of course,
After all failures there is bunch of hopes
Achievements of great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking may be made easy on tight ropes,
Nature is providing key to secret codes,
Learn to live with all while moving eyes around,
New things to be observed always found
Fresh wind may blow and raising beautiful sound,
Fragrance may sweep over parallel to the ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everything To Me
She is everything to me
Angel, mother, sister and like fruit laden tree
I take refuge in home everyday
But peace of mind only when she stands on the way
'Oh! You are cursed dear friend' friends may utter
'As your happy life may soon end' I look a them and sare
They saw misfortune in the birth of baby girl
It was now me who felt it as good turn
I wondered at their silly arguments
Was it real cause to feel and resent?
Why was her birth connected with misfortune?
I failed to understand their logic and tune
When I am fully satisfied with His arrangement
Why such out cry at all on earth with His adjustment?
Either it is with divine mission or assigned with separate role
There is no discrimination or distinction for their call
Why females have special role to play?
Why have we not given any importance or say?
She is the only living creature that god had preferred
To find safe refuge in her womb and not to suffer
I have given clarity and may do so in future too
The daughters are specially sent and it is true
They have passion, compassion and kind heart
For all of us to enjoy her association as an art
We know for sure that it is women alone
That have stood for all values and almost done
Earned recognition and fame along with devotion
So we bow our head in any of the relation
Let them come on earth without any hindrances
It is their legitimate right to live as sacred chance
Life is considered precious and they can perform better
We got to realize this fact sooner or later
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From Sengtzan (died 606 AD/CE) , the Third Patriarch of Zen
How may we walk all free and undisturbed
through life, as if there were no other way?
So that our human nature finds no break
between our nature, and all nature's play?
The answer lies in thought: for if our mind
holds any thought that some restriction makes
on truth itself, then Truth is thus constrained
in every part; can never show itself.
For hence comes false requirement, then to judge
between all these embordered things in mind -
Which wearies angered mind, like some old grudge;
No freedom then, nor peace, nor truth, to find.
So curb that game divisive mind will play
with anything at all; that is the Way.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A view of spring turning into summer (hybridanelle)
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
I was surrounded by heat like a cocoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
while the early morning breeze
kissed my cheek
with an early morning freeze
and there were clouds escaping from my mouth that I could see
evaporating like steam or gas from a balloon.
From the time that the first sun light hit me
some dust tickling my nose made me sneeze
and glorious bright rays
kissed my cheek,
buds opened on every plant and tree,
ants marched to and fro like in a platoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
and I was experiencing days
of spring leading into summer
and glorious bright rays
and nature’s decree
summoning new seasons, made me feel like a tycoon
from the time that the first sunlight hit me
and the wind like a drummer
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
of spring leading into summer
and you my love, had to agree
that an awesome summer would be here soon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
as if this freaky wind was blowing me along,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
and even you were in its spell and we
were both smitten with summer and spring that afternoon.
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
it was like standing on a high summit
while the early morning breeze,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
with an early morning freeze.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A lion's head
At heart you were deer
liked by all and to be addressed as dear
preferred nice words to hear
without any stab to fear
Lions do not roar
still there is uproar
he has wild land to rule
In nice king's role
Who has not seen their elegant style?
they move freely in their kingdom for a while
they rule over thousands of miles
yet it is habitat to live for meanwhile
A lion does not share
he never looks around and stare
still everyone praises his role as fair
there is charm and thickness in air
No one tries to look so elegant
it comes automatically or instant
people may know by actions or words
As there are blessings from the lords
It is nice to dream a reality
noble and standard is the quality
it drives powerfully among herds
the beautiful music will be made by birds
it is fantasy but not stupidity to remain near nature
that accords permanent refuge for future
we sail against winds and reach the shore
still remain ordinary and ask no more
I shall remain as earthly as possible
though with strong mind but body as feeble
Still I shall look upon as victorious man
As I have acted only human
We may try to project or live under that name
all fearless qualities we try to claim
we are not at all worthy of all qualities
we fake the originality and live under same identity
It is good to be called lion hearted person
he or she may have all the valid reasons
it is glorifying one of the bravest creature
it is their life style to live with nature
You can never pretend to be human with lion's head
it will no where allow you to lead
the lion will not succumb to the domination
human beings surrender with little hesitation
You may with beautiful dreams
as it is not reality as sun beam
how long can you stand under the hot sun?
you may try to find safe refuge and run
We have many ways to reflect the views
we ask for open opinion and constantly review
it is still a big question as what is contrary?
it is ruled out of question and stands as unnecessary
It is good to be looked as brave
You may not be lucky to have close shave
some day it will pose direct threat
it will depend how you respond or treat
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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