Full Of Illusions
World is full illusions
There is no room for any confusion
We live with what we do not want
And part with what really is not our part
The nature is very much there
We have to search and go no where
You have everything within sight
Make choice that has to be very right
We believe in deception
We claim innocence but want no mention
The identity crisis is big question
Rest all built on wrong relation
You pray almighty for all happiness
Do nothing good behind to trace
Who can remember you when you are no more?
There are no words worth to adore
We have penetrated in ever filed
The interest and attachment is largely varied
There is undue haste and lots of worry
Yet there is every scope to feel sorry
It may be sheer madness and stupidity
But in today’s date it has full validity
Everybody wants to be rich and called millionaire
No place is, in fact, left to go anywhere
It is said “person is influenced by his own thinking”
He may flow with the air and at the same time sinking
There is no limit to his fancy and ambition
It is inherent weakness with strong inhibition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What else to remember
What else is there to remember?
Except that you are part and member
Of this beautiful world created by almighty
And that is only fact with real beauty
See the reason behind and obey
Remember him once in a day and pray
Rest all will follow to strengthen your belief
You may enjoy it completely with enough relief
You can hurt anybody by one bitter word
This is how we feel in this selfish world
It may take years to build relation
But few seconds for down gradation
You can’t negate your identity
You will have to live with full continuity
You can’t detach or attach completely
This will be sensed not soon but very lately
We are here to bridge the gulf
The path is unknown and rough
No one knows the outcome and fate
No one can weigh pro and cons at any rate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simply known
Person is not simply known as bold
He may have considerable influence to hold
Nothing may stop him from dashing against wall
Respond positively to any crisis or earnest call
Young age is ripe to cultivate such habits
We have seen the clear win even for rabbits
What has really helped to prove as bold and courageous?
Will power to do or perform and maintain it as continuous
We may remain overconfident sometimes
That may lead to sudden fall with down face
It may cause injury and sometimes grave one
This must be kept in mind and borne
Person may feel puzzled after performing feat
He may loose nerves and sometimes sweat
It is not done in haste but with some calculation
Courage and boldness has got in built relation
It comes with the nature and linked with circumstances
Person may retaliate if ridden with worry and looks tense
This has nothing to do with boldness
But it performed with sheer coldness
Every individual is gifted with this quality
It will not be influenced by his ability
It will be performed when nothing is left with as option
He may then precede it without any interruption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It is with you
It is with you but lying active
Very faithful and becomes reactive
At beautiful object of nature
To make you feel and make it very sure
Love more any of the thing you like so dearly
Accept the fact and come to term happily
To part with is not totally forgone
It may remain with you as memory by gone
Very sensitive and important part
Were everything is stored and not allowed to depart
With little excitement it will start
It is gift from nature as an art
You may love a person from distance
This may sometimes turn out to be at once
You go after it till the death
People may remember you more while laying wreath
Love is second name of sacrifice
It is also keeping of good promises
It has not the mention of hugs and kisses
It is sincere feeling and full of good wishes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
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Hollow World
I heard a speech in religious congregation
It was widely read out in relation
With worldly happenings and people around
The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound
As all religious leaders try to prove something good
To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food
What do they have with them except to part with good words?
Spread the message with love of almighty or lords
They have found refuge under roof of holy homes
Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed
Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace
Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease
But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies
All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises
Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow
We know about it but still compelled to follow
If not, then there is cruel world to face
Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race
For paltry sum or gain of no significance
Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance
We live in world that is built on promises
Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses
I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality
To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality
Well, no one can claim aloofness
It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface
Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base
Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase
No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet
The ground has been made slippery and wet
There are every chance of slipping
Cry over bad fate and weeping
It may remain so for centuries to come
We may feel as if imprisoned in drum
Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world
As they have become used to and developed cold
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Love Is Rare
Love is rare
Always dare
It is like place in heaven
Though not possible even
So it is in the form of an art
Have good start
Never think to part
Love more and more
Explore and adore
Love will be yours,
The world is meant to be therefore
Say no to any one anymore
Only words of four
But can turn sour
Whole of the relation
If raised doubt or question
Live with it till demands
Like rock make your stand
Face the rough wind
But remain mild and kind
Love is not commodity
It is gift from almighty
Make best of its utility
Create of your own a separate entity
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A sweet affair
It was sweet but not one time affair
It was also not good on my part to think it as fair
It had come all of sudden in life as surprise
I thought it prudent on my part to be wise
Many may be starving for such an occasion
They may not be in position to keep good liaison
It requires human touch and gentle care
You can’t easily afford to loose or dare
I thought how it could happen in isolation?
How can we hide or makes its revelation?
It is really an embarrassing situation
It happens with all when faced with infatuation
The relation is not built in a day
It is got its own sphere and way
We may make move to realize it
Time may prove whether it may be sour or sweet
After all we are all human
This phenomenon is almost common
No one can live without human touch
There is hidden desire and natural crunch
We may last to enjoy it for forever
It has got its special fervor
Life can’t be dreamed about its exclusion
It can lead to happiness and joy If finds inclusion
Love means special attachment with full dedication
When you go in for it means it is good indication
It may mushroom and engulf you with liking
It may not be there at all or even slightly striking
It may make a living haven on earth
Lie may be lived at full length with its worth
It may really prove to be strength
When you have combination and same wave length
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Nature versus Collective Self
they say we are
a part of nature
but i say nature
is part of us
growing eyes,
ears, tongues
heart and mind
compass for us
to sail the ocean
of the one self we
all are part of
nature spells out
charms to the
varied senses in
the self too many
to count
when the full moon shines
the thought is lighted up
large and calm as a lake
when a person dies
he strips a part of nature
in the self
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As human....
I did everything I could as human
Luck too favored me as good omen
It was perfectly going well with no resistance
It required no extra efforts or special insistence
How much one need in a life to live with comforts?
He or she may need complete freedom to fly from ports
Living luxurious style in palatial buildings or forts
There is no end to fancy and device to support
A good or bad person tries to collect as much as possible
He fears from bad publicity and wants to remain invisible
He makes sure that it does not boomerang on him
He involves many in his venture as team
He understands the futility behind all his thinking
He too understands his ship may any time be sinking
There is still more appetite for wealth and greed
He has taken full precaution to lead double role and agreed
This is common perception to find in all
They find it easy to scale the wall
They think why not to avail it now?
Let there be any means but it should come any how
I never hesitated to go for easy short cut
There was compulsion and no easy way out
Who bothers for ethical values and principals?
We greedily await the fortune’s arrivals
I may not have the time to shed tears
Heart acts like hard stones and bears
All shocks and to prepare for counter move
Presentation of another face and innocence to prove
You go as usual in your calculation
Nothing comes out from you as pure revelation
You have created a strong wall or nothing to let out
Still you are unable to hide your compete where about
This is only mistake you have created for your survival
You have failed to go in for any spiritual revival
In any crisis your strong belief comes to your rescue
You maybe saved from future curse even if it is due
You may prepare any self defense to argue
Nothing may bale you out for future rescue
It is sure to invite nature’s fury and wreath
You may remember it all at the time of death
At the end time your heart is full of remorse
You feel like to push all bad memories by force
Nothing compensates you not even your conscience
You are repentant for your life’s complete defiance
It is the way you lead in normal way
You may also keep aloof and stay away
You are part of the system and got to stay
Only concentrate on right way and sincerely pray
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On Sand Track
We walk barefoot on sand tracks
Leaving behind foot prints with nothing at stake
Within moment they will disappear
You need not look back or see from rear
Laughter is no free commodity
That is inbuilt and smells of humanity
You can crate or ignore
What else you can ask as more?
Eyesight is not a reason to worry
Immobility is not concern to feel sorry
We have lived life to its full length
Now why worry if that is taken over by death
We have lot more to share
As we were looked after with care
Let nature play its part and take us away
This is only right thinking to part the way
We remember almighty as creator
Our true guide, philosopher and mentor
What would have been we if not brought on this earth?
Let us faith due respect and unstinted faith
We gave to the world or family what ever we could
Now let them think about us or what they should
We are now lest concerned about what they may think
We have still enough of time on ship before it sinks
Let the end be also memorable and exemplary
Each stage has been made important are necessary
Like seasons change and leaves fall by taking clue
We must think only in those terms which are worth to view
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I won't allow
I won’t allow any one to step in my domain
It will be my affair and personally remain
Exclusive area to be decided by me alone
Even though independent arbitrator and lone
No one can come here and dictate
It is not their willingness to indicate
It will be me only to act even if late
This is plain fact I have to narrate or state
Everybody is having independent life to lead
We have no time to think their style and read
It certainly hinges on bare thread
I won’t go to any one and plead
Let them live the way they like
I might have many likes and dislikes
I shall rule the mind and behave
I shall shape them and continuously have
I consider myself as an ordinary
I may need companion and it is necessary
Others should not poke, meddle or worry
I can only express regret and feel sorry
I want beautiful life
There is definite place for wife
I shall place everything at her disposal
Is this not nice proposal?
I wish to lead in wonderful way
Where only I will have definite say
I shall act and behave responsibly
These all can be seen visibly
I shall claim no credit for whatsoever
It shall be doom or fortune ever
As it is chosen by me alone
Everything is thought over and done
Nothing can be accomplished without His grace
I shall have enough courage to face
Though I won’t involve in any race
Without His mercy there won’t be any trace
We tend to become impossible and rowdy
The image ego makes you to feel proudly
You continue to disregard others
This is clear indication of dismal surrender
You are loosing grip on your ambition
You are prisoner of conscience and inhibition
You are imbalanced with little ignition
This leads you to believe in superstition
It is good to trust one’s own ability
This can prove very good quality
You should confine and not over react
It may then be considered as fine act
I have plan to go as simple as that
I shall not live it simply to fate
I shall act as per conscience and belief
But I shall be precise and brief
I pray not to be influenced
Stay aloof and prefer not to be influenced
Still find the place among all our brethren
To work along side with their concern
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Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
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Never think
Person should never think of retiring
Until something in him is tiring
The day you think you are weak
You won't be in complete command to speak
One may look at beautiful nature
In many forms to bright his future
It may depend largely on how you cherish and nurture
Some one may see it it as vulgar others may find permanent cure
One must think if leaving worldly desires
Leave behind no laughing stock with satires
So until you expose openly what you are
You are going away from reality very far
Beautify is to see and quietly enjoy
What a different look to see and get joy!
Not one person may know what is worth to be seen
It is nature that has created the scene
God! Give me the reason to flirt
Throw all the different ideas with dirt
I shall see real reflection in their faces
What happiness in their innocence to trace
I for one may chase it in fairness
Read the happiness and lines on face
Even if I go sometimes wrong in chase
I shall feel happy to represent the case
The inner soul may never die
Look at the beautiful flower and never ask why
We are all creations of almighty, the powerful
Remain in life, smile along with them and show how they are beautiful
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With Whole Universe
I will never be satisfied even with whole universe
I shall still beg from Him with sadness and tears
I would want never ending desire
Even if later on it goes on fire
Why is it so that I am always feeling incomplete?
Bestowed with full honor and respect when people come and greet
No, I don’t want any divine powers
I wish rain God should please and shower
I am fearful of almighty
I know he may feel on me only pity
He has given me eyes to enjoy beauty
And live as human being with devotion and duty
What will I get even if worry more?
Who knows there are terrible things in store?
How does it matter even if I wish sky to fall?
There won’t develop any hole in the wall
The cycle may go on endlessly
The time may pass and you will watch helplessly
It is satisfaction that has to be developed within
You may enjoy in loss a victory and win
You know very well that sky is the limit
Ambition is good thing but we must see to it
Whether it is attainable or within reach
Or else has to be merited on each
You may close eyes when time nears
It will be full of agony with tears
Not for the reason that you could do something
But wasted whole life for nothing
We see the huge palaces in dilapidated condition
It might have remained glorious with their ambitions
What was not in their hand is clearly seen today!
We can have little insight what would have been the right way
There is nothing wrong to aim high
The sky is the limit to fly
What we need today is clear vision?
Fine judgment with undisputed decision
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Flower's Boom
How an earnest quest can end in happiness?
When fulfilled, will certainly glow your face
Grief disappears and starts balanced new journey
Worry remains only for getting more money
I am not for making only friends
I want life beautifully come to an end
How can I have it in rest of the life?
As it has proved difficult as an edge of knife
It looks as if the treasure is hidden
Without it, the life goes on with burden
Nothing seems in sight and spent with full of worries
It is like cart full of load and simply and we all carry
Our eyes rest on some beautiful object
We try to pick it up but soon restrict the act
Same happens with the choice of life partner
We see many flowers but avoid it being as Gardner
Some of the close friends can make it easy
Arrange the meeting and make you busy
Rest can be handled skillfully to the conclusion
Friends can remove misgivings later if existed any confusion
So it required some link to be able to score
You can only put best efforts and explore
This part is so much important
Later on in life there can be improvement
It is equally important for female
As she may be needing trustworthy male
Life can’t be pushed further smoothly
Until that has been agreed to act faithfully
There will real happiness and flower’ boom
There should be left no doubt with any room
It is simple trust and to last till remains together
The storm may come in life and simply wither
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Man In The Ocean
This is a song for the man who went down
This is a song for the man in the ocean
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
Everyone's reading in, in the papers
Feeling the fear and forgetting it later
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
This is the first step learning to fall
These are the wings, this is the call
This is the first kiss, bringing it home
This is the breath and the sex and the bones
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And this is the curse to the wave, that threw you
This is the shame of the years I slept
This is the glory, these are the tears
This is the longing in your belly
This is the siren in your veins
This is the light in the eyes of angels
This is the dark in the heart of danger
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
We live forever our minds
A bit still we know there's never time
Enough to share the ones we loved
Enough to have to care to live above
I feel the chain that brings to time
I feel the way you left behind
I feel, this is a part of me
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And I know how loud a heart can beat
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And I know, I know
Cause I've heard them scream
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
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Do not DELETE this or ABORT
an original from Don Allan Dinio
Every time a child is conceived,
a new life just blooms. It's God's gift!
Every time a baby is born,
another cycle of life just began. Angelic!
The very first time the baby cries,
a miracle just happened. Majestic!
The mystery in this child's life just started.
That is just wonderful!
I know you say that it is your choice but
don't forget it's the baby's ~ right to live!
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
You got to think hard to do or not to do it.
The pressure is on you. Your life.
It is your pride versus the baby's right.
You got to ponder how in the world can you
afford to raise this child? Will you
sacrifice your future and the rest of your
life for the terrible quick mistake you made?
What kind of life would this child have?
The child is there...let him live!
The child could be a genius, a scientist,
the next president or an astrounaut.
That is just wishful thinking!
But does that really matter?
Remember, this child is your flesh and blood.
It is part of you!
Who knows this child might even save your life and many more.
Please do not ABORT!
Fifteen years from now the child will be a teenager.
Later on will be a young adult and shape his own life.
This child will be part of your joys and happiness,
fears and tears, more worries and some and more.
What child would he be? - so you may ask.
You begin to worry and it can get scary.
Life's influences on this child are so varied and many.
The friends and acquaintances the child may befriend
have tremendous effect of what he will become.
His toys, his hobbies, and his peers,
you, and the family and life as a whole
will be part of this child's personality.
This child will be fine, don't worry!
Let this one live.
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
Thirty years or so from now this child will be a fully grown person.
This child will have a personality of his own.
This child might or could have accomplished something
really great that you can be proud of.
This child might or could done something terrible too
and you would have said and say to yourself...
'If only I knew! '
But don't take it as your fault. He is what he will become!
No one knows the future.
You should be proud you gave this child...
a choice to live instead ~
You did not ABORT!
Twenty some years ago, there was this young lady
who got pregnant and was left on her own
by someone she thought loves her and
will marry her and will live happily ever after. Huh?
DELETE that!
She thought long and hard what to do
with her pregnancy...the baby!
She was worried to death of her future,
her pride, the baby's future...just like you.
It was a tough decision, a life and death choice
to make and the baby's right to live.
This lady made the right choice -
she gave birth to her baby...a lovely beautiful baby
and turned out to be a fine lady,
a good daughter ~ You!
Please return the favor, do not ABORT!
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Down With Age
I am not down with age
Yet feel imprisoned and confined
Love was never meant for me and stood defined
I tried to interpret and redefined
It may be greed or lust
For any individual is essential and must
It gives lots of inspiration
Strengthens the bond and relation
It is human nature to long for some association
It should not be termed as lust with any definition
Some may do it secretly and conveniently hide
It s interpretation is varied and stands very wide
Sometimes we run after outer show and beauty
We must clearly understand it as gift from almighty
No one can have it for simple asking
It has naturally come with full backing
She has full right to choose her companion
She may earnestly try for solid and strong union
It is strange that you are unable to accommodate
As you are living with confusion with no future date
Some of the natural things can not be termed as disease
It comes with the age and from time to time released
It may be useless to keep some one aside for love failure
Enough response should be given and made it amply sure
Females are blessed with enough of courage
They can come, stand solidly behind and manage
They may also prove to the difficult situation
They may also like to stand by you with continuation
We can not escape with our strange behavior
They are truly devoted and act as savior
The life ship has to be pulled together
The storm has to be faced and allowed to wither
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
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A love and affection
Love and affection has tremendous strength
Meet the target on same wave length
So much joy to lead or to be led
To achieve the goal and never feel sad
Millions have learnt and changed course
Any layman can learn and change concourse
Only one good impetus and see the result
Deep sorrow and downfall with only one insult
Love is not confined to physical relation
It is humanly behavior with good indication
It can alter the destiny of a person
It is backed by many examples and reasons
It has always influenced the mankind
It shown the way even to the blind
No one has dared to defy the true love
They have always gained when drove back
Some one may take vow to prove the worth
The talent is available and there is no dearth
Still you need a driving force to back the initiative
Then the whole thrust is becoming subjective
What is force behind such powerful ambition?
Is it own skill, hidden urge or inhibition?
There is true intention for achieving something
This is only required and is considered a great thing
A person is tempted or led to believe
At home mother takes care to relieve
His complete burden and comes to rescue
He has been provided whatever is expected to review
The friends and relatives too provide some momentum
His ambitions are fuelled and allowed to mushroom
He has now open space to give realization to dream
He need not bother now for any fear or to scream
His personal life too carries enough of weight
It is greatly influenced by whether to go wrong or right
He need not run unnecessarily after and enter fight
He should complete domination by keeping them in sight
When you are engulfed with lots of problems?
You are not at all carried away by them
The goal is very much in mind with full of enthusiasm
He is never afraid of failure, sarcastic or criticism
Even if there is little hesitation to loose aim or sight
You may probably loose the interest with no delight
It will the be fruitless or aimless mission
You will have guilty conscience for admission
There has to be some main force behind to achieve
You must have capability and powerful urge to believe
This all will lead to some consolation or honorable achievement
It will satisfy you with some of memorable and pride moments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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