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Greatest Evil

One of greatest evil
That was going on with our will
Now time has come to make final stop
Facilitating their venture on the top

Slums are real curse
Devoid of all facilities of course
Illiteracy and crime on rise
We need to work on with promises

Think of emerging future
They are not very much sure
Of their life and contribution
They are kept away from distribution

Their rights and liberty is farce joke
Their life is mystery and shrouded under smoke
For whom do they live and struggle?
Certainly life at mercy in democratic jungle

Can we not provide basic amenity?
Freedom to live as granted by almighty
As human being and lovely soul
Can we not give humanely call?

Nothing may please then than honor
That has been taken away and now is slur
Why not we beg some nice efforts?
Go near to their heart with good rapport

We shall pretend no show
But wish them naturally to grow
Keep no ill will for their lovely future
Here stays the beautiful dream to nurture

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Question Like

I have always hated the cage
It is darkest period of an age
How come one is imprisoned?
In solitary cell and confined

I find no answer
May be with fewer
How do you feel rain shower?
Do you ever realize its power?

In open and under sky
Any time venture out and try
Freedom, freedom you cry!
Birds with wings may elate and fly

Freedom is dear to all
Respect it with lovely call
Honor and see it is not compromised
Allow them to live as promised

I am for liberty and peace
Peaceful life to be spent at ease
No worry for being questioned
Liberty and freedom is not to be mentioned

Even release of tiny insect may give me joy
Is it not the real chance to look at and enjoy?
We are born free and must think on those lines
Everybody has to right to feel free and fine

If at all it is possible for me
I shall confine none and make them free
If freedom is desired by me and liked
Why at all it must stand disliked?

Let one day come for all to celebrate?
Enjoy under open sky and liberate
Shun the bondage and life under yoke
It is not the bad question but cruel joke

Liberate all those animals even
Let them be passionately driven
If I prefer tension free life under sky
Mind should not fight lots of questions like why

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To rise again

It is to rise again, not to end but just to begin
We are in beautiful world to live in
There can not be any end but just the beginning
As it may come and go like little spinning

It may make you nervous
It may look you very dangerous
Yet not let you down in any case
If you stand fast and face

Life is another name for struggle
It is not like passing in jungle
Where there is no restriction
To live here in hostile environment with friction

We can make it lovely and beautiful
Easy to remain with and very joyful
Trouble and problems can be bearable parts
One needs not to end life and depart

It is given a life time chance
It can be had only once
So we can utilize it either with smiling face
Or spend it uselessly after running mad race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pains and agony with pleasure

Did you endure all pains and agony with pleasure?
Did you ever consider its length for sure?
Did you ever regret that it is His will and wish?
You got to trust him till the life is finished

Were you kept low for future good?
Sometimes you were not afforded food
Was it His blessings to keep you near?
If answer is in 'Yes” you have all the rights to live without fear

He may respond to your undisputed faith
That he may be kind till your death
It is wish of almighty to shower the happiness
You stand fast with strong faith and face

Life is not what you see it from the outset
It will never reveal or make others to let
It will shape as per efforts put in
It may face failure or outright win

No one has judged it for sure
No one can predict the future
It has to be based on tremendous efforts
It may be made easier with good rapport

Shade or no shade, it has to be struggled till the end
You have enough time to regroup, think and mend
The lost time may never be recovered
Yet there is enough of opportunity for new things to be discovered

You may come out with triumph
You may sign it with your thumb
The happiness may run for quite sometime
Yet uncertainty may take over at any time

Live and face as it comes
Laugh it out and always welcome
New leaf is to be opened with passing of each day
The failure may be pushed miles away

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With Human Aspects

Eye that betrays
But still stays
In mind and at heart
Is it not a beautiful art?

Ensures somewhere to meet
A rare and remarkable feat
Where love reigns supreme
Meeting of mind and body is only theme

Some battles are fought
Queens at palaces are sought
Beauty and lust only reasons
What a thought in mind of persons?

Eyes a beautiful medium to enjoy the nature
Imagine a beautiful flower to come up for sure
Can that not snatch and take away evil thoughts?
The peace and harmony is really brought

What do we need in real life to see?
A nice surrounding and naturally free
Eyes to reach from end to another
Survey it with full care and nothing to bother

Eyes to compensate and cool down the rage
To see lovely things on beautiful page
Dream of world and crowning glory
Altogether different and nice story

What we try to see may not be real!
We may expect it as good deal
We may also be very eager to put a seal
But these all can be considered as unreal

Well less said is better
The effect can be seen alter
Nothing can be had by force
You may be left with nothing but only curse

Try to see it with human aspects
You got to command and get the respect
Eyes may speak everything
Reveal truth and hide nothing

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Walk alone

Walk alone

Even if you repeat lines hundred times
Life and age may not stop sometimes
It has to move on and on
Whether it is lot or won

What is not good if you walk alone?
It is not going to devastate like cyclone
You cans till bear a good smile
Life is thrilling as such meanwhile

Many may be blessed with children
But that can’t be considered as exception even
But if not blessed with full of family
Take it as blessings from almighty

If time was commodity to purchase
We could have made successful chase
One grows old with passage of time
Neither it’s curse not a crime

What even if you have to walk along?
If something is going wrong
One must face it bravely and surge ahead
Life is to be lived with providing lead

No one can arrest the time
It is unstoppable all the times
No has done it so and may do it in future
One must learn how to live it happily for sure

No one would want to grow old
Wish to remain ever green and bold
May collect through out life precious stones and gold
Would never want to leave and live without fold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice faces

Hi nice looking girls with beautiful faces
Why all look upon you and enter the race?
Is the outer beauty main factor or only consideration?
Can you make frank admission or revelation?

You are in your lovely teens and hold the future key
You may soon be blossomed and grow up like tree
I not only see bright future but greatest assets too
I am hundred percent sure abut it and it is almost true

You may soon gain womanhood and get ready for boom
You may not be restricted to only inn home or bed room
The nation has every right to deposit trust in you
You are the only ones who can make it to go through

Basically women are tolerant and possess positive strength
They can accommodate every one and go to any length
They can prove able administrator, wife and responsible mother
Nobody on earth can compensate her loss and place can’t be taken by others

I see in them future of the country with their lot of contribution
They are working solder to solder for equal distribution
They are proving valiant fighters and caring mother
Home can be is safe hand and no one needs to bother

All great leaders have taken birth from her holy womb
Their full history can be found in the inscription on tomb
Any history can’t be rewritten without the mention of woman
Though they may not fall in same category to that of man

They are precious and very delicate to handle the matter
They are unique in their position and really trend setter
No where you may find their absence and happily feel
It is their all round show that compels us for good will

Girls you must steal the show and give the fine display
You must head the mission and show the way
It is really astonishing that you are still not in the forefront
You have the full capacity to bear the heavy brunt

You can win the whole world with beautiful smile
There is no deception but invitation to walk for while
Anybody may prefer your company to go for an extra mile
It is your simplicity and honesty and not completely the style

Work towards the healthy nation for future building
It may give fruit and definitely yielding
It is really great honor and matter of pride
Praise them openly with frankness and there is nothing to hide

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Butterfly On Eye Screen

Butterfly on eye screen
Enlightens heart and wins
Nice to watch beautiful scene
One might feel missed chance if seen

Lovely to watch their different colors
White, green, yellow and like rose flowers
They all comes up after first rainy showers
Show it to the world that they hold key to powers

What a way to feel near the nature!
When it looks pleasant to take their care
They fly from one flower to another
To touch the face and fly to others

Poetic imagination may catch fancy
As it is beautiful gift from almighty
Who else can grant them such lovely show?
To please the human being and grow

Lovers may have slight different feeling
As they may watch them with love inkling
How often they show their liking for flowers?
Kind of an impulse to be felt by only lovers

Their life can be compared with that of true love
Very short lived and dangerous if not carefully drove
Their wings may get clipped and ruined
If caught with force and claimed

In no way they need to be harmed
Allow e freedom to move on and charmed
It is always nice to dream and be dreamed
As they are another name for pair to be teamed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life Is A Gift

Life is a mystery, let's make it a history.
Life is gem; let's play it as a game.
Life is fuss, let's live it in hush.
Life is a journey, let's not forget the felonies.
Life is divine, let's come in front, so as to shine.
Life is a fear; let's not face it with tear.
Life is long, let's make it prolong.
Life is a lesson; let's make with it, some relation.
Life is dream, let's do not scream.
Life is a gift; let's not waste it like treats.
Life is precious, let's not be so serious.
Life is a glitter, let's face it with twitter.
Life is a glory, let's deal it with bravery.
Life is a race, let's live it with grace.
Life is rose, let's make it a prose.
Life is a gel; let's not make it a hell.
Life is tutor; let's make it a future.
Life is an ice, let's break the shackles and rise.
Life has faces, let's make it without races (free from discriminations) .
Life is a gamble, let's not make any fumble.
My Favorite Quote - 'Don't be serious just be sincere in life'

poem by Kishor Pathak
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To My wonderful soul of life

As you fly in yr dream with jasmine
Or dive through the sea with Ariel
I want to tell you a true story
Not the perfect fairy tale
But indeed a greatest one
In this mighty universe of us

I had bargain with my life in delight
To pour you part of my soul & my blood
When I hear your first faint cry
I begin my new phase as a star
As we had brief share some months
That would bind us in wonderful entity

You’re always be my princess – I adore you mind and heart
Yet you the beautiful Aurora or cute like pink Patrick
You’re a best reward in my entire life
Which no amount of money or time can beat
I can’t show you the end of the rainbow
But we will find our precious pearl in a silver chest

Your first small-unsteady-step, is a big lap in my life
Peep through yr noisy class on yr first day school is like witness a miracle
I wish I can captured yr first dance that you show me through the telephone line
I saw a perfect angel, the first time they put make up on yr little face
I wish you can toss me every pain you felt
Every tear you cry thrilled me more than a heavy menace

I might not have the best heart to nurse you
Nor I have the smartest brain to teach you
I don’t have any precious inheritance for you
Neither I could granted you the smooth journey
And I’m regret for every first-moment that I missed
Also for all my inability to protect you twenty-four seven

But I’m honor to addressed you as ‘your majesty’
No dream could hold me once you call my name
And you are the greatest entertainer I’d ever met
I endure to live in agitation each and every day;
Of how to take care of you without touch your pride
Or how to let you free without loosing you

I pray that God would spare us a life
So we can travel around the fantasy world
We’ll fight the dragon and rule the castle
And be back into real world when you ready
To fight tears and fears with faith and love
And winning the life-time dream… I’ll be there! !

(Dedicated to my lovely daughters Cresentia Marianka & Eleanor Marvelyn)

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Future Is Promises

I saw him today at the station
There was something on his mind
I felt I was on the devils mission
Trying to steal him from a friend
I know it hurts you
And you cant ask why
I know it hurts you
Takes a train to cry
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Youve been living life in the past
Im gonna reach out Im gonna grab your heart
Youve been living life in the eyes of a stranger
Youve gotta free your mind
Cause I want to get nearer
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Take the chance and make the move
But dont think that I will approve
For once Ive finally realised
Being with her wasted your life
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises

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Precious gems

I dreamed about precious gems
All kind wealth and some stones from them
But it is difficult task to take on hand
As it can turn out risky in the end

I have lovely and beautiful friends
Known for her smile, nature and helpful trend
She is surrounded by impregnable wall
No one can breach it as it is very high or tall

Love is such nice gift instilled at heart
It is only part that feels beautiful art
Tears dropp or face smile in some events
Roar into laughter, cry and resent

I consider myself as luckiest person
To have such person on my side with reasons
Lovely heart to miss for human losses
Miserable events and struggle for noble causes

I take her as noblest among all
As she has always responded to calls
Rendered invaluable assistance
That might have not come as rare chance

I owe and thank for such beautiful gesture
The world is lovely to live in future
Only we have to gear up for tomorrow
Else time may not be on our side or allow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Precious gem

I dreamed about precious gems
All kind wealth and some stones from them
But it is difficult task to take on hand
As it can turn out risky in the end

I have lovely and beautiful friends
Known for her smile, nature and helpful trend
She is surrounded by impregnable wall
No one can breach it as it is very high or tall

Love is such nice gift instilled at heart
It is only part that feels beautiful art
Tears dropp or face smile in some events
Roar into laughter, cry and resent

I consider myself as luckiest person
To have such person on my side with reasons
Lovely heart to miss for human losses
Miserable events and struggle for noble causes

I take her as noblest among all
As she has always responded to calls
Rendered invaluable assistance
That might have not come as rare chance

I owe and thank for such beautiful gesture
The world is lovely to live in future
Only we have to gear up for tomorrow
Else time may not be on our side or allow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Partially honest

Can anybody of us claim to be partially honest?
Are we trying our best in real earnest?
We claim to be sincere and nearly good,
You will find many living in world only for food,

So many of us love to lead life of dishonesty,
Every moment we die to show honesty,
So hollowness in our approach,
We need no specialization or coach,

We try to show what we are not,
Try to vitiate atmosphere and create a knot,
Nothing appeals us and we always rot,
Think we are cleaver and will never be caught,

I t is our human nature,
We don’t live in today but in future,
Not improving present but go for cure,
What we can gain is not for sure,

Lovely things doe not appeal,
Good ideas we out right repeal,
Never try to attempt for wounds to heal,
It is the exact time to work for real,

You may not go for complete honesty?
Keep soft corner and little bit mercy?
Feel for sentiments and not show pity,
Pardon small mistakes and not feel guilty,

It ultimately pays and happiness fill, .
Not immediate reward but good will,
Closeness in heart and hatred slowly kill,
Sure to succeed in mission without guilty feel

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forbidden

We don't forget
When sun comes out to let
For whole universe
To brace up with promises

We are forbidden to venture
In our habitat for lovely future
No breeding grounds are left
There is complete encroachment with shift

We are unsure of our existence
Life is now mere a chance
Totally dependent on human mercy
Which was a never a case with almighty

We look towards sun god
And pray with heads high 'O, lord'
Take us to barren land
Where only nature is our friend

We shall groom with no threat
No danger and no fear to treat
Our future generation may breed too
Venture freely and carve out the way through

As the sun my go up
Animals and birds may cheer up and jump
From their hide outs and go for food
As near by river may provides fishes from flood

We wish and pray to be left alone
As we are not afraid from flood or cyclone
That devastation can be borne and faced
But this human are feared a lot when from somewhere surfaced

Whole of area cheers up with no fear
As there is no near by threat or danger
We have powerful wings to fly and migrate
But yes things are definitely needed to relate

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Powerless Animal

What can be life and how to make it worth?
Was it only taking birth and finally conceding to death?
What are we expected to perform after taking birth?
Live like animals, do nothing and make it unworthy

We have made it secondary over some issues
Life meant to be earning with whatever possible dues
Materialistic gain and no worth contribution
Life is made like worthless institution

We all know child age is important
We can’t remain that ignorant
We give whatever we can to the lovely child
So he can fearless enter lovely field

With all lovely education life is made open
It is lovely enterprise and with full of challenges thrown
Person gains height or gracefully goes down
Rectify the mistakes and only folly to own

Life is difficult on for those persons
Who have in life and wants to worth with some noble reasons
Rest all die like insects without doing much
Their end is also tragic and terribly spent as such

Life is called mystery
Enough has been dwelt at length in history
Many may breathe with chicken heart
As life may seem to be only dirt

I have wished it to go well
So in ordinary way I can explain and tell
What are we supposed to perform as powerless animal?
But at least understand its worth and not draw the load as camel

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Many Fight And Die For Freedom

Many fight and die for freedom but it does seem to me
For any one of us not a guarantee
At death at the hands of our own kind by bomb, bullet or knife
Just a basic human freedom known as right to life.

Though most people believe in live and let live
A guarantee of your right to your life any Government cannot give
A basic human right that to anyone does not belong
I say only what's true and truth cannot be wrong.

No freedom for women to walk without fear in the park
On a moonless night when the sky it is dark
To walk without fear in the town in the night
Seems a basic freedom that ought to be a right.

Far too many young men have believed in the lie
That if you do love freedom for it you will die
But we don't all drink the same beer or spirits or wine
And your ideas on freedom are quite different to mine.

poem by Francis Duggan
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To Live In World

To live in world as man or woman
You can prove as true human
Who stops you from living as you like?
This idea must remain at heart and strike

Noble people are those who live on with ideals
Their life is simple but in fact very real
They have nothing to hide or make deal
It is always their endeavor to have sympathy and feel

Human race is not what we have made
We need enough of digging with spade
The earth can be made soft and fertile
The garden can boom in its own way with style

We have forgotten the basic values
Humanity is not realized with its dues
If we can’t give good or worthwhile to anyone
We are shame on earth and hence claim none

Not everybody can be assured of lovely life
As everybody is expected to walk on an of knife
It can be made rosy and worth to live
If we adhere to and respect the life of others and believe

If you bow your head with respect
No one may have any kind of grudges to react
You will be given due weight age and recognition
Your word may find right place with consideration

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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About Beauty Queens

I had read a lot about beauty queens
When I was in my teens
Something was written in their praise
About life, struggle and long chase

I was amused to read about beauty
I could hardly see by her side any tree
Her pose in different angles
And all make up with forced smiles

I found nothing at that particular stage
I was small and had tender age
People used to laugh at my suggestions
As stupidly I was making some mention

There grew some anxiety with passing of an age
Life was explained as golden and beautiful cage
Some one was expected to take me by surprise
Only I had to be prepared for it with some good promises

It very first sight I observed her with beauty angle
She had nice dress with red face like an apple
I considered her as loveliest beauty on earth
I thought for a while and pledged to live with

I had complete universe within reach
No one was here to brief me or teach
I had waited for it very long
It was proving everything wrong

I dreamed about being with future girl
It was nice moment with happy turn
I can be seen with lovely and beautiful bride
I was going down with joy and unable to hide

Such nice things happen once in rare times
I may not be part of it sometimes
Beauty may be seen in every female aspirant
She can be made permanent partner if some one really long for or want

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May rise again

Friends, All I read with great anguish
You are waging a battle for fight to finish
Still no hope of solution or end in sight
When tunnel will find its bright light

This all happening in our own land
Whom we then call foe or friend?
Our biggest enemy is in control of affair?
Where can we expect everything as fair?

I cry with pain and shed tears
Nothing more to side with you than to bear
We have vitiated the whole land with dishonor
I don't know what we are fighting for

Far flung areas suffer from neglect
We have not time to cater the need and act
All running in the name of God and almighty
What else to feel other than pity?

Though rich in culture and heritage
Still we live in tradition with old age
No one to care and no one to take forward
No means to live with any of the standard

I hear lot many stories for tortures
This can not be seen as bright future
What else do we have to nurture?
How can we make it fix tenure?

Still we live in prime age
Keep humans with chain and in cage
We have nothing to inscribe on the page
No desires left except to burn with rage

I will rise from the grave
I will be that much brave
But not when I am still alive
It is very difficult to survive and live

What to talk of freedom?
It appeals for nothing and heard seldom
It has lost its original charm
In freedom and liberty there is more harm

What will we live for our next generation?
Witness of prisons, ghettos or camps of concentration
Tortures and unbearable pain undergone or humiliation
Was this the award for hard efforts for alleviation?

I shall like to close the eyes and breathe last
It is pushing me to the corner very fast
I have no love left for hollow words
Staying in middle without looking forward or backward

The world has yet to witness the cruelty
It is attributed to our system which is faulty
How can one decide the fate of millions?
When they know nothing or have any liens?

I curse not for their negligence
But prefer to live with such ugly presence
Shall opt for no more violence
Life has become hell unbearable hence

*I may rise again from the grave*

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We All Have To Move On

It’s from an obscure background we mostly try to emerge
into that mainstream of life is the direction of our urge.
As we gain a little knowledge and skill in what we do best
we grow in confidence and learn to stand apart from the rest.

All life is such an uphill struggle against many an odd
and even after we make a mark our body claims the sod.
Yet life holds many mysteries in which itself is bound
being the main one all the rest revolve themselves around.

Whenever there’s a problem or one arises we need to surmount
the solution is that answer of which we all have to take account.
If we go about only creating more problems than we can solve
we get bogged down and from where we are it’s hard to evolve.

The struggle of life goes onward though and forward is its march
taking everything with it that we know to build a monumental arch.
And this is usually seen as a signpost if at the past we happen to look
recorded for posterity as a picture of a structure in our history book.

The future becomes the past and so the past can reveal the future
the present is the thread that binds them together as in a suture.
And time and space are the stage set of all three in the drama of existence
wherein everything that happens is for a purpose in spite of any resistance.

To live well and long is not really the true objective of life
neither is it to live in luxury nor to boast of a beautiful wife.
As death and the grave await everyone whether they’re great or small
we should try to go beyond them and the body which heeds their call.

When we experience death in our dreams we don’t really die
but only awaken from the nightmare we’ve had with a sigh.
The same thing happens in real life more or less when our time comes to leave
our soul rises freed from the body and its surroundings so we need not grieve.

poem by George Krokos
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