Hidden Treasure
Why sea is so deep and beyond our reach?
Why everybody do not dive and catch?
The long treasured priceless items
Where as it is open for all and them
If you take sea as vast holder of knowledge
Certainly it has to be out maneuvered at its edge
You have to risk life and dive deep
There lies secret wealth under the belly and sleep
It is completely hidden in hard shells
So many wonders lye with them to tell
Not only about the origin but its vastness
How many secrets are buried there no one knows to see and face?
Same is with the knowledge and its secrets
You have to work hard and put in more efforts to get
Whole life may prove countless for attaining mastery
That is how it has been set by almighty
The efforts and labor never go in vain
Nothing is achieved without hard work or pain
It may test sweet if attained after great struggle
People say' life is useless if spent without any trouble'
Each individual has its own caliber and capacity
Not all are lucky to get whatever they want with best quality
No doubt, human being will never be satisfied
But honesty and hard labor brings in joy and hopes are not bellied
Enjoy the fruit and pass it on to others
If it is knowledge then definitely share
If it is wealth of great importance
Put it to human use at once
Wealth and fame come not by chance
It has long history of down fall and rise at once
If you successfully can ride on high waves
For anything else you may be in position to venture and dare
I salute to those who gamble and reach the shore
Life is gamble and risk has to be taken therefore
Life may give you no charm if spent aimless
Let us come out of idleness and meaningfully chase
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
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Feel nice
Life is combination of everything
No one gets it without pain or something
It has joy in it for hard labor
We all go for it and enjoy the color
Pleasure in it if you feel so
Life is hell if you allow persistence and go
Keep fresh aim with each day light
Enjoy hard labor when approaches the night
Complete body is at relaxation
Self joy with so much elation
May not get more as per expectation
But enough to reveal for citation
Life is an individual's asset
He or she can term it as fate
Some one may get it late
Many may be happy to enjoy and relate
Rainbow may appear for brief
But it may provide some relief
It has some relevance with its quality
Life is uncertain and that is the only reality
So live with whatever you have or got
Nothing can be claimed for without struggling a lot
It may reach your door steps without notice
You may smile little and feel so nice
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Never Die As Miser
You should never die as miser
Then you will be completely looser
You owe so much to the public domain
They have right to know and that should be concern
If you have something of great importance
That must come out at once
There is no use for hidden treasure
In depth, at which it is kept, and can't be treasured
Hide nothing in mind
Let people venture and find
What you think and what you are
Your life should not be kept at far
Even if you are an ordinary man
Or in that matter a simple woman
Your thoughts may greatly influence
To those who are awaiting chance
It may provide some clue
For they were so far denied with any view
So think afresh and concede the request
Revel it fast and to the best
It may die or vanish
With your death to finish
No one may come to know
In which way the life has to go
Strike hard and look forward
Open the memory gate with nice words
Let them enjoy with whatever you have written
Some knowledge may be digested after being eaten
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May become minister
Today anybody may become minister
As he has to play only role of sinister
Knowledge or no knowledge he will be our boss
Fate will be decided by only toss
Their world is limited
Only public is cheated
Their well (deep dug hole) is limited to grabbing
People around them stand and start clapping
Collect as much as possible
Public life is just gamble
You may be out of grace soon
Dark clouds may cover the moon
You will amass enormous wealth
This may sometime deteriorate your health
Yet you will have no satisfaction
Everything is done at the cost of the nation
It is not your concern if poor die
You will be pioneer in life with untold lies
The life has changed your status in public domain
Even though you know the consequences of pain
People may reject you at any time
You may survive little longer sometimes
Only good people may survive in long battle
It takes lots of time to settle
You will never weep over millions death
You will worry about corning the wealth
Nothing appeals you as mark of commitment
You have no remorse or corner for resentment
Religious heads too have mastered the art
Gain the confidence of people and slowly start
Someone should have mastery in art of convincing
People can be made simply into believing
Love not and feel happy about today
It might have given you an easy way
If your ride on the winds' wing
Fortune can swing in favor and can bring
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Mental Wealth
Mental Wealth
Every one has to necessarily work
to sustain their lives on earth,
and not go berserk.
For food, clothing and shelter,
material wealth is required,
else one may go helter-skelter.
Inner wealth of mind
is to be developed first,
which is to be compassionate and kind,
With patience and generosity,
uprightness and worthy of respect,
with knowledge sans pomposity.
There exist various forms of life species:
none is so particularly special
and valuable as our human species!
In this species of exalted breed,
the root problems of human lineament
exist as lethargy and greed.
Devoid of these wrong qualities,
material wealth must be acquired
in a noble manner by the entities.
When there is thus a priority
of mental wealth over material wealth
the material wealth gleams in quality!
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Complete Thrust
Everybody misbehaved with me
As if I was bonded labor and not free
Even though I was unfortunate
I trusted god and was very much passionate
I loved work and put complete thrust behind
I had full satisfaction and joy to find
As I had put enough efforts to succeed
It was done with full honesty and without much greed
It is not important to know why I miserably failed
Why people look at me with scant respectand and nailed
It had nothing to do with their glorious achievement
Only I was down with adverse movement
How was I to be blamed for complete failure?
Who can one forecast that everything will be cent percent sure?
I had reached at dead end with no future to claim
Even though I had staked with high aim
What makes person to reach at the top?
Who can curtail the ambition or stop?
It is human nature to thrive for the best
Even though many hurdles may come to prove the test
Not all the persons may come across flying colors
Not all the beggars may receive handsome share from donors
It is certainly a game of hard favor and luck
Even easy target may get you bogged down or struck
I wish for troubles to come in daily life
So I feel its presence as double edged knife
It may prevent me from becoming idle or lazy
Life will come handy only then and look easy
Who knows what will be shot sure for tomorrow?
How can we relax and lye down to allow
All failures to overshadow our existence
And push us in darkness with ignorance
Let us consider as if life will not be afforded next time
It is one time chance and offered for good sometimes
It is left to us how we make best use out of it
Go for long aim and achieve the memorable feat
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Secret
Secrets are good,
Secrets are bad,
I have a secret,
It may make you sad.
Secrets deep,
Secrets shallow,
It may be hard,
To swallow.
Secrets heavy,
Secrets light,
This is to be told,
At night.
Secrets kept,
Secrets told,
This secret,
Is very old.
Secrets of love,
Secrets of hate,
This secret,
Is great.
Secret love,
Secret hate,
My secret,
Is who,
I love.
A guy so sweet,
A guy so great.
A guy so fun,
A guy so nice.
This guy is different,
This guy is a dove.
This is the guy,
Who I love.
Different is great,
Different is sweet,
No one knows us,
So it's great.
This guy is lonely,
This guy is friendless.
I like him,
And he likes me.
No one talks to him,
No one talks to me.
We are the same,
We are different.
He doesn't know,
That I love him,
Cause he knows,
We're the same.
I've no love,
He's caught a dove.
He's had no love,
He taught me how to catch a dove.
He's tall and smart,
He's sweet and friendly,
He's nice and fun,
He's the sun.
I have a secret,
One that's free like a dove,
I have a secret,
That's all about love...
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Hard Times
Have you ever felt
That your life is a wasting
Happiness beyond your reach
Sweet love has gone astray
Suddenly its bitter
Hard times
Hard times
When youre all alone
Nothing seems to matter
Sadness always fills the air
Hurts so deep inside
You just have to cry out
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Give yourself a chance
You have something special
That nobody else can claim
Deep inside your heart
Shines a revelation
Wow.....shine on
Wow.....shine on
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
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At Dusk
AT DUSK, like flowers that shun the day,
Shy thoughts from dim recesses break,
And plead for words I dare not say
For your sweet sake.
My early love! my first, my last!
Mistakes have been that both must rue;
But all the passion of the past
Survives for you.
The tender message Hope might send
Sinks fainting at the lips of speech,
For, are you lover—are you friend,
That I would reach?
How much to-night I’d give to win
A banished peace—an old repose;
But here I sit, and sigh, and sin
When no one knows.
The stern, the steadfast reticence,
Which made the dearest phrases halt,
And checked a first and finest sense,
Was not my fault.
I held my words because there grew
About my life persistent pride;
And you were loved, who never knew
What love could hide!
This purpose filled my soul like flame:
To win you wealth and take the place
Where care is not, nor any shame
To vex your face.
I said “Till then my heart must keep
Its secrets safe and unconfest;”
And days and nights unknown to sleep
The vow attest.
Yet, oh! my sweet, it seems so long
Since you were near; and fates retard
The sequel of a struggle strong,
And life is hard—
Too hard, when one is left alone
To wrestle passion, never free
To turn and say to you, “My own,
Come home to me!”
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Shiver in spine
It is dreaded imagination
When comes to be discussed in relation
The thought itself sends shiver in spine
Most frightening aspect that makes human being not to feel fine
How can a person think of leaving world?
When he has life and ideas to b sold
To stand of own and prove the capacity
That he can serve and do the better with quality
Everything is taken for granted
Whatever possible is wanted?
Free and smooth passage is dreamed
Yes main aspect is surely missed
What if life is suddenly taken off?
Why it is made so hard and tough?
Despite known fact, it goes on unending
Many times shock waves and other things frequently sending
Had the danger of death being not there?
Can any one imagine quest of human being ending anywhere?
He could do anything possible in his power?
To stay maximum on earth and challenge everyone to dare
Even with so much danger to life and many question marks?
It is made really unbearable with lot many sparks
Rivalry, hatred, competition and accumulation of wealth
All at the cost of spoiling relation and good health
Only one weapon in the armory of God is feared
Rest all tricks are employed and victory is cheered
Enjoy as much as possible before curtain is drawn
Life may end any time or suddenly withdrawn
Life is after all life and must be spent at full length
It can be made worthwhile and enjoyed with strength
Even though it has unpredictable nature and uncertain span
We can certainly enjoy it with little of thought and plan
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Man Has To Struggle
(Van Morrison)
Man makes his money and they call him rich
Deep down inside he knows that life's still a bitch
Man tries to keep things but they're taken away
Man has to struggle all the live long day
Man has to sweat and toil his life filled with trouble
Man got to step and fetch it on the double
Man has to work so hard to make it all pay
Man has to struggle all the live long day
Man keeps on moving 'cos he can t keep still
Man has to set his goals and climb up the hill
Man sees the mountains and the deep blue sky
Man has to struggle till the day that he die
Well yes siree Bob them there's the breaks
That's how it is my friend don't make no mistake
Man has to take some action all of the time
Man by his nature's never satisfied
Man just can't vegetate no matter what they say
Man has to make it all the live long day
Man has to create karma that s the way that it is
Man has to keep on going way beyond his will
Man has to keep on being cos there s nothing else
And man just always has to go for himself
Take all the gurus when they meditate
Transcend the mundane into some altered state
You just might get there, but you'll have to pay
Man's got to struggle all the live tong day
Well yes siree now Bob them there's the breaks
That s how it is my friend don't make no mistake
Man has to watch the weather and the food that he eats
Man has to keep fit else he's prone to disease
No matter what he does there's stress every which way
Man has to struggle all the live long day
Man is in conflict with his natural self
Man has to suppress his own desires and instincts
Man has to work so hard to keep them at bay
Man has to struggle all the l
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I Don't Wanna Work
Well i give it little care
Does anybody out there even know
I'm in here?
I just keep my movement going
Somewhere
Like playing in the background baby
Like playing in the background baby
I play the game
You play the way that most men would choose
I'm surprised at you
Way back in the middle of a broken down love affair
You and i found each other
And we fell in love
I ain't never met a man and woman get along better
Than you and i when get together
Still i say
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no
See the lady walking down the street
She's got on high heel shoes
And her hair full of curlers
She's got stiletto nails
And some black mascara
She's got a push up and a pick up
I tell you that girl's working overtime
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no no no no no
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work it if makes me cry
Spent last night
Talking to myself in bed
Wondering why i do this over
Over and over again
I don't know
I, i, i, i don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not when it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work it it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work if it makes me cry
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A Knowledge Light For Bright Future!
Nothing can be known in darkness;
Darkness makes one ignorant in life.
Light only makes one see in darkness;
Light removes darkness to show a way.
Ignorance is removed by knowledge;
Knowledge is light power leads in life.
Festival of lights celebrates brightness
And Festival of lights starts light of life!
Light of knowledge gives confidence
And helps gain courage and wealth.
Wealth without knowledge can’t last
And can’t give courage and power!
Knowledge is must for bright future
As knowledge is bright power in life!
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No plan to live
I have no plan to live good life
It may be for others like an edge of knife
I am comfortable with it and happy
Everything is going on very easy
Father has left good fortune
Nothing more is required to be done
Rest of the days may also be gone
Life is to be at ease and carefully I have chosen
So there may be many more lucky people like me
Careless, unconcerned an totally free
I shall take nothing into consideration
Enjoy the empire without any question
Father had worked hard to build
There was tremendous growth and enough of yield
I saw him working late nights
I have inherited fortune by right
I shall not work that hard as he did
I have no clue now how to lead
I am afraid to swim in rough sea
Let me think over it and finally see
He had advised me not to spend recklessly
Not a coin should be used excessively
I have kept that advice in mind
I shall seek nothing more to find
He took nothing along with him
Everything is left behind for family team
We all were given full comfort and fine stay
Now he has left us and gone away
I have learnt nothing to expand business
Now I f eel uneasiness on the face
Worry lines sometimes rush and bother
I shall have to depend now on others
It is good to have enough of wealth
To have an expertise enhances the health
Health and wealth combine gives confidence
Life is providing one more opportunity or chance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Deep Thought
In deep thought
as I walk
The world passes me by,
Then suddenly in a wink
I sit down and begin to cry.
To all my friends whom I said goodbye.
In deep thought
As I think,
Memories begin to appear.
Of all my friends
Whom I said goodbye
But suddenly, they now are here.
As life came easy,
Death came hard,
As it's faith last played card.
But then I smile
For friends do die
But their dreams die so hard.
In deep verse
As I speak,
The words they leave my mouth,
Of the memories that I thought
Formed into a cloud,
Shaped into a child.
They sit at my feet
And wisper in my ear
The secrets of being young.
But thern I smile
For their secrets are known
As my life becomes undone.
In deep stress
I finally confess
Of secrets I once had held,
I open up their door
That has been locked before
Being as deep as a wishing well.
They come to the surface
And they clear my mind
My brain now knows no crime.
But only that, of being alive.
In deep wonder as I sit
I begin to think and reflect
For people do die
And children do cry
But their dreams will always live.
And hopes they'll always give,
In deep thought, as I think.
Randy L. McClave
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Part of His design
Thousands come into life and perish
Life is not taken note of and finished
Garden boom with lots of flowers
Different and beautiful color but at the end lower
Each soul is destined for better or worse
Some may enjoy full and same may spent with remorse
No one has understood the great theory of almighty Lord
“Do your work and forget” reiterates the golden words
Every object is real reflection and part of his design
We only have to surrender and mutely resign
We may not know the secret blessings behind
We need to look towards sky and try to find
Individual may have sufferings and different stories to tell
Not all may be blessed with an doing very well
Some may remain well to do without any hard struggle
Others may go down with agony and pain as if living in hell
You may meet thousands of strangers
Not a single soul you may find without any anger
He will have something to complain of
Life may prove always rough and tough
It is inevitable death and birth cycle
All holy books speak same including Bible
We have to pass through the acid test and ordeal
We won’t know it unless it is faced in real
Let us not feel it as burden
Life can not be ended all of sudden
It may be some times odds and sometimes even
We must strengthen the belief and not weaken
We are messenger of God
There should be no heavy load
If you take it as pure and humble mission
There won’t be any necessity for guilt admission
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Successful Man
I wish to die as fulfilled man
Grab and collect as much as I can
Reach on top of the ladder and excel
With all the different tales to tell
Widely spread over big empire
People all over with nice words to admire
Giving top ranks among all business tycoons
Where even sun does favor in noon
I can spare little for deprived lot
As I have struggled and fought
Through out the life for peaceful living
Else there was all hell for believing
Have people not cut jokes with satire?
Did not wait for me to expire?
Was I not spent and useless force?
Did they like when finally I rose?
I did care about neighbors
As they were nice and to the next door
I proved and came out with great care
They would smile at me and never stare
I thought I will be well known by my wealth
They will come with respect to lay the wreath
I never thought of leaving behind everything at the time of death
Even thought that would have been struck with deterioration of health
I did cheating with full knowledge
It was essential to survive and manage
It was simply a mad race
It might have brought momentarily relief on the face
I had heard that only hand s may remain open
Mouth may be open and eyes wide even
Nothing to brief and nothing to carry
Yet very difficult not to worry
You can call me successful celebrity
It might have come with the blessings from almighty
I only acted as custodian and served no one
As it was to prove me as successful man
Life is different entity with some purpose
You have no chance to think or suppose
You got to act with whatever means you have
Only people watch as how you act and behave
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To People in High Public Office…
Keep God as first: All things will fall in line!
Keep health second and earthly life is fine;
Keep labor third; hard-work gives success prime;
Keep truth as fourth: wealth will perish with time!
Work for the nation and your fellow-men;
Work for the upliftment of all brethren;
Work zealously: don’t steal from men, women:
Remember your account-day to heaven!
Just keep the code that God has set for all;
Sins of all kinds become a mighty wall;
Corruption is your ‘cancer’ without cure;
Accountable is everyone for sure.
Don’t kill a human being unjustly;
Don’t use your ‘high-office’ much selfishly;
Let vice not rule your body, heart and mind;
Live by your conscience: all joys you’ll find!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-16-2010
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Should we feel
Should we feel ashamed of poor parent?
Is it the feeling so basic and inherent?
Can we make the difference not apparent?
What should and can be the real intent?
Do we need parents so rich?
Can they take us to highest peak or reach?
Can they make us to read human values?
Do they have any way to find the clues?
Can the poor parents prove to be real hindrance?
Can any one sight even single instance?
Are all big celebrities belonging to or from rich background?
Safe position and fortunes easily found
Poor parent never failed to teach
lessons of simplicity and hard work ready to preach
Never taught disobedience and rules to breach
Stories of fairly tales and not those of witch
May there be some compelling circumstances to yield
insistence for more efforts and hard labor in the field
Never to surrender or yield to pressure
Future for child always assure
It may not be matter of great concern
Can not disassociate self as matter of discern
Certainly Herculean task and very much on hand
Days are far off when child may grow and act as friend
Rich can afford and have an easy access
Relentless efforts for good education with no recess
Rich may prove and excel with his entire source
Poor may face problem but come out with force
Rich and poor really does not matter
Caliber is to be proved on simple platter
Not that rich may only shine
Poor may not leg behind and achieve the fine
Intelligence and personality is not anybody’s domain
Rich may find place and poor outside remain
Opportunities are open and free for all
Hard work and dedication is the final call
Strive so hard to reach on the top
Endless drive or progress non stop
What matters most is brilliant show?
River may remain calm after furious flow
Some of the youngsters blame the parent
For hardship and misery prevalent at present
There is lack of understanding and vision absent
It is like shadow on moon when looks like crescent
Many have come of their own despite being poor
Nothing prevented them from knocking the door
It was zeal and determined efforts to attain
Highest position and dignity to maintain
Good children bring credit to parent
They consider the opportunity as heavenly sent
What matters most is utilization of source?
It may shape the future with available force
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