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What makes to think about me?
It is “I” who did this and not we
Simple creation of dangerous trend
Really needs some change to mend

I simply stare at sky and wonder
Why do they hang there? I ponder
Clouds never think when they thunder
We still do………………

Love, hatred and agony reflect in eye
So many questions but don’t find answer why?
I can’t dare to ask and feel little shy
Always wish to ride on wings and fly

What stops you from becoming humble?
Is it momentary bursts as water’s bubble?
Putting up of brave front for existing trouble?
Is it your inner ego which turns the table?

If you remove or isolate “I” from an eye
World may look so colourful without facing bye
Good wishes and welcome will boost the morale
Warmth in relation and freshness in air when inhale

When you project yourself as central figure
Take it for granted it is end of your tenure
People may laugh it out and consider you immature
Nothing may augur well when you find against your nature

Neither it is not for pushing self to aside
Nor avoid or neglect the interest beside
It is only the way or mode of projection
That may invite wrath and objection

Why learned people try to be honest in approach?
Does any one need lessons or coach?
It is simple way of adoption and practice
You may take it as an ordinary advice

I would always love to be in limelight
Day shouldn’t end and come the night
Must get everything without any fight
Failed to grasp what is wrong or right?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Comparision

You are like diamond in sky
I am only piece of coal, why?
Why one is called precious stone?
Why I m preferred by none?

Autumn may approach and take me away
End of era and decline of sway
Everybody will pray rising sun
No one will make unnecessary run

I can’t be instrument of recreation
Must be unique but simple creation
May not compare with any of your quality
If so then it will be end of continuity

I am imperfect love and need care
People caution me to be aware
Nice face but stone like expressions
Perfect me with ever lasting impression

How to tell windy air to wait and stop?
I gather the strength but every time flop
Want to lift the face and simply reveal
Secrets of my life and thoughts not to conceal

It may prove good masterly stroke
If I can project well under thick smoke
You may laugh it out as simple joke
Still I may prefer to remain under your yoke

You were always my divine power and light
Took pride to hide under the arm of might
Goal seemed within reach and in sight
Time may prove whether I was wrong or right

Page may not reveal hidden fear
How much agony and heart burns bear?
You may not believer it as my dearest dear?
May not be all that pleasant to tell and hear

Is the true love to fade away for simple reason?
Mushroomed and groomed without any season?
Was that the only reason to be punished for nothing?
Does that mean to forget in love everything?

I may not seek and find the honest answer
No need to ask or seek advice from fewer
Look at the fresh flowers that blossom and fade
How much love and solace under the tree’s shade?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What the hell 'm doing on earth?

What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?

What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,

is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?

I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,

What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?

I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry

Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?

I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,

why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,

It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,

I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,

I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,

I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more fo

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good quest

What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?

What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,

is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?

I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,

What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?

I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry

Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?

I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,

why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,

It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,

I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,

I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,

I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more food.

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Brown Eyes

Brown eyes with sparkling light,
Standing before me just to right,
Inviting me near but not to fight,
May be closer views and clear sight,

I could see whole world in it,
Two eyes as if deem lamps lit,
Why sudden interest in me hit?
Muscled body with physique fit,

May not be that simple reason,
Spring all over as main season,
Flowers booming with colours different,
Invitation seemed only reason apparent,

I too was ready for open meet,
Shaking body with crumbling feet,
Not knowing what was in store?
Nothing was wrong for ground to explore,

Miss was not easy but hard nut to crack,
Little hurry was sign to pack,
Patience was must for not going back,
Attempt sincere but confidence not lack,

Both realized the gravity of situation,
It was real and not first sight or infatuation,
Time was critical and need of an hour,
Relation to grow and not sour,

Kind gesture with open invite,
Desires grew with ambition ignite,
It was not time to say good night,
Grab the opportunity as the time was right,

Soon developed intense love and bond,
Deep relations and each other fond,
Love was to succeed with ultimate marriage,
Simple arrangement and not as carriage,

All was done with ease and comfort,
Both the families had understand and rapport,
Extending good will and complete support,
Nothing was going bad as suggested report

When I look back and simply ponder?
No simple answer but only wonder,
No clouds to make loud thunder,
Simple acknowledgement with easy surrender

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An eye sparkles

Eyes attract the attention ad make great impact
Two souls meet and make earnest pact
Live unto the end with some purpose
Make final bid to stay for long use

Why eyes speak so loud and clear?
What makes to result in push and pull?
Why there prevails calm and lull?
Why in absence of it life becomes bore and dull?

Eyes do all it in one stroke
There won’t be any fire or smoke
There won’t be any wind to blow
Water may calm down and silently flow

It is said eyes are reflection of pure mind
There won’t be any deception to find
It will be purely attachment of its kind
It makes everybody to feel proud and sometimes go blind

Brown eyes play havoc with sparkling light,
She was there Standing before me just to the right,
She was Inviting me very near but not to fight,
May be she wanted closer views with clear sight,

I could see whole world in it,
Two eyes sparkled as if deem lamps lit,
Why there was sudden interest to hit?
Muscle body with good physique

May not be that simple reason,
Spring all over as main season,
Flowers booming with colors different,
Invitation seemed only reason apparent,

I too was ready for open meet,
Body was shaking and crumbling were feet,
Not knowing what was in store?
There was nothing was wrong for ground to explore,

Miss was not easy but hard nut to crack,
Little hurry on her part was sign to pack,
Patience was must for not going back,
Attempt was sincere but confidence to lack,

Both realized the gravity of situation,
It was real and not first sight or infatuation,
Time was critical and need of an hour,
Relation to grow fast and not to sour,

Kind gesture was coupled with open invite,
Desires grew with ambition to ignite,
It was not time to say good night,
To grab the opportunity the time was right,

Soon was going to develop intense love and bond,
Deep relations to nurture and to be found
Love was to succeed to result in marriage,
Simple arrangement to be carried on carriage,

All went well with ease and comfort,
Both the families had understood with good rapport,
Extending good will with complete support,
Nothing was going bad as suggested the report

When I look back to find an answer and ponder?
No simple answer could be found but only wonder,
No clouds were there to make loud thunder
it was simple acknowledgement with easy surrender

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lessons Of Love

(s. garrett/g. ballard)
See the children play
Listen to the things they say
One-on-one to one another
Theyre just having fun
Finding out it can be done
They dont seperate by cover
Ooh, young hearts
Facing to feel it so naturally
And the flower grows from the seed and
Chorus:
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And were bound to be learning
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Got some work to do
Theres so much we can improve
Piece by piece we come together, yeah
In the neighborhood
I know we can make it good
But weve got to make it better
Oh woh oh, inside each of us has a romelody
But weve got to find our harmony
Practice makes perfect and we tryin rnough
And weve got to remember
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Bridge:
Imagine how this world could be
If all of us would live in peace
Nothing good comes easily
Together starts with you and me
Yeah, oh yeah, aha
Lessons of love
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And were bound to be learning
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And weve got to remember
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Practice makes perfect, try it enough
(oh, never too young, aha)
And weve got to be learning
The lessons of love (lessons of love)
And were never too old and never too young
(to learn the lessons of love)
To be teaching each other
The lessons of love
Oh, never too old, to learn the lessons of love
Oh yeah, lessons of love

song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Hen laid eggs

Hen laid an eggs, between legs two,
No small, no big but not in zoo,
Ran after those who made slight dig,
Dog, cat and crow planned very big,
Hen laid eggs……

Hen becomes heroin when find egg,
With big noise run after with one leg,
Even scare pig and allow near no body,
How to protect eggs that is only worry?
Hen laid eggs……

Make no fun when she may have kitten,
Beautiful scene seen when run in garden,
Children love to see and catch with fun,
Prefer little kitten and make gentle run,
Hen laid eggs……

Small kids ask, what will be her task?
How to protect them, by putting a mask?
Often they look at them and draw on page,
night take them all to stay in simple cage,
hen laid eggs……

Papa and mummy, where from kittens came?
Who laid an eggs and how she played game?
Simply they observe and ask funny questions
Why kitten become cock and not small hen?
Hen laid eggs....

What a lovely fun? I couldn’t answer one?
It was more confusing than work undone?
Answered few more questions but not in full,
Avoided by telling you may get it from school
Hen laid eggs.....

How to answer questions? When faced many?
Simple they may look but nature seems funny,
better not answer question any more,
It may not be ending but more and feel bore,
Hen laid eggs......

It is not the hen but cock steals show,
People get irritation when shouts crow,
Kittens and children happy and steadily grow,
Cock serve as alarm when mighty voice blow
Hen laid eggs......

Cocks find preference and first depart,
When runs after hen even looks smart,
Hen not resist when cock’s teasing start,
But end days near when both ways part,
Hen laid eggs......

Story may be funny and more amusing,
Cock and hen story more interest arousing,
Their fight may be limited only for refusing,
Alas! We could learn more and stop abusing,
Hen laid eggs......

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No where to go

I continue to ponder and wonder
Could not find answer why clouds thunder?
Is it because of happiness and joy?
Indication of strategy …………..

Frightening sound on tree form clumsy owl,
Is it systematic retreat or unwanted withdrawal?
Is it not something unusual taking place at night?
Was it for supremacy or show of strength and might?

Whatever is happening really not good sign?
Preference should be more to stay calm and resign,
Why all indications not showing some form of enthusiasm?
Panic surface more and leading no where to realism,

When faced with such bad situation?
Inner conscious may revolt and faced with many questions,
Wisdom and innocence doesn’t augur and go well,
It seems all against as life proves living hell,

When you are facing danger with no such good luck,
Fate will be certain and people may duck
All moves backfired and resulting into zero,
Though you may be brave but never become hero,

Friends and relatives will leave and desert the scene,
Supposed to remain but will never be seen,
Avoiding contacts and not eager or keen,
Such situation you may face as you are in

I have learned a lot from setback or failure,
Met with defeat where success was sure,
How I take it coming and others assure?
Never to loose hope and make it doubly assure

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A human weaknesses

What if some thing is earnestly said and not done
What if silently witnessed and gone
What even if good words spoken and not acted upon
What will it cost if merely lip service rendered and undone

I shall think of all but do nothing
Search for personal solace and try for something
Still personal ego come and tries to obstruct
Not to obey but only to instruct

I try to be human
But later on blame as helpless woman or man
With noble start if any body can?
Try to love self and be very good fan

Try to be selfish as much as possible
This trend can be made reversible
One may feel contended after its contentment
It may then be satisfaction for that moment

Until you know the distrust you can not trust
It is paramount to know and is must
Any thing untested can be commented upon
It has to be tide over and own

To love a self is to love for others
You may know the odds and bother
How great will be pain for unknown?
Until it is loved by self and known

What is wrong if pursued in wrong direction?
What harm will be done if that is made rectified action?
It is important to learn from the past mistakes
The end result may be tested as sweet cake

Everyone praises the glorious events
No one looks upon failure and the hard attempts
The success has come after initial failures
It has contributed a lot for making it sure

It was probing the mind all along
People may adversely comment if something goes wrong
Only bright side is praised and appreciated
It is all the more same for the work initiated

We are made to suffer at the hands of fate
Any help or advice comes very late
It helps to boost the morale
It lands into success with different tale

Even if some help is offered partially
It will make substantive change really
It may have hidden blessings for the good efforts
The person may feel at ease with comforts

We all are gifted with human weaknesses
Some one can come out of it with great success
Most of us will be down with so many hurdles
Life is seen as temporary phase like water bubbles

We try to play safe without being hurt
Avoid the violence if there is spurt
It is easy to keep away from trouble
Think over it peacefully and try to be humble

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Divine Mission

I try to peep in divine eyes
I am not sure yet I find it is worth to try
I may get answer through lovely stare
Even though “Carolyn” may not find it fair

She is totally different with earthly figure
She may stand for principles for sure
What does she want in return?
Absolute welfare and wait for ordinary turn

Why do people waste their precious life in mission?
When many have blot on their face with guilt admission?
I am for sure about her social standing
She has everything to speak about and for understanding

I don’t believe in gossips
I too don’t like flying missionaries on trips
What do they have to claim for real struggle?
When life is uncertain and like water bubble

Not all can perform miracle with ordinary task?
So many may come forward and ask?
What can be real motives for such a horrible adventure?
When no one can offer anything for bright future?

She may be towering strength for many aspirants
Many might have come from distant land as migrants
To whom they can look as real figure for onward march?
I think she is there with all her vision for serving as torch

I know nothing about her inner zeal
Yet I feel so close and feel it real
Why do we need any angels to descend from heaven?
When we have enough in her as green

No eyes can stare or penetrate at you if lack sincerity
This is sign of greatness and very fine quality
Not all people may try to see the motives
As the people remain narrow minded and selective

I shall not adore her as something special
But can’t offer any criticism or denial
She is there by her own right
Else who comes forward with mission to fight?

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Follow usual path

We follow unusual path
Without brush take bath
Morning tea in side the bed
Is this good or totally bad?

No prayers in the morning
Not even hello in the evening
How day can pass with silver shining?
Own existence simply undermining

Rising early before sunshine,
Brisk walking in the meantime
Inhale fresh air with deep breathing
Meditation, if possible, with eyes closing

Set your task before you start
Dress up well to look even smart
Little smile on beautiful face
You stand to win half way race

Courteous call and mild approach
As you need no special coach
Sweet words with eloquent speech
Goal you desire and likely to reach

Precisely putting thoughts across
Avoid uneasy words and never cross
Limit to self in restricted area
Firmly establish with strong plea

Honest dealing with simple way
Determined approach with authentic say
Makes you to earn nice position
Well behaved manner may serve good composition

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Love knows...

Love knows no religion
It has no boundary with region
It flows from unknown destination
Makes permanent impact with strong relation

I know nothing about its definition
May be little spark needed for ignition
It engulfs two souls to come near and breathe
Make resolve and take vow till death

Love knows no bounds
It may speak honest and look sound
It pierces through heart and rules for ever
No one can attempt at it or simply dare

Sound may have some restriction to travel
Light may travel faster and speak well
Love is as simple and as transparent
Always considered as holy and heavenly sent

Eyes speak a lot with large volumes
Fragrance spread like perfumes
Only honest people can survive with it as they consume
Start new life with good aim and resume

I take it granted from birds
They mix easily and look forward
Meet whenever they find companion
Happy stay with strong union

I shall go by same feeling
It must come for soul so willing
That may spread like green on earth
Life changes and looks precious and worth

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I adopt a very simple approach. I observe and reflect real life and ordinary people and sooner or later that raises a laugh.

quote by Alberto Sordi
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Join

Join, join, join, join laughing club,
Worry, tension at home and not club,
Raise your hands and loudly laugh,
Belly should go in and look only half,

In parking lot or in green garden,
Under shed of trees where fruits are laden,
Fresh morning air and hanky round hair,
Avoid sitting home or house in the chair,

People may laugh or may cut even jokes,
You may find discomfort at their pokes,
You are very safe and free from smokes,
Start the exercise after brief walks,

Fresh intake of air and slowly to inhale,
You may feel big as fish whale,
This is not joke or simple tale,
Cheeks may become rosy and not look pale,

Well, any exercise in morning, is good for health,
Not to be compared with money or wealth,
If health is good everything will be good,
Morning will be cheerful with good mood,

Open laugh with big noise may scare all,
It may look as if distress call,
But helps to remove tension,
Disease out of question,

All steps to keep one always fit,
It required only some steps to meet,
Remain calm and cool with healthy mind,
Happiness and freshness one always find

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Small World

The world has become small
Has come to my door and speak it all
Anything is available within no time
Deep sea is opened with all knowledge for all the times to come

How many friends on line to see?
Different ideas with different approach
You need no one to coach on certain matters
You know everything to act as trend setter

You compact world in your pocket
All latest updat with the speed like rocket
All news flash on your desk for quick glance
Nice to view it and apprise at once

Many claim it has caused epidemic
Children now addicted to it like maniac
I wonder to certain uncharitable remarks
As it deserves kudos with full marks

So many people for guidance
Some weep with their woes and ask for ways at once
It is easy to disclose and get some relief
Even thought agony and pain can be explained in only brief

Yet it is medium to feel and express
Lot more can be relieved by having exact trace
Normal friend may suggest actual remedy
You have guide in friend for everything to make ready

I feel social net working is new arena
Where all can have access like television with antenna
It demands lots of patience with high respect
So many people spoil relation and badly act

I, for one, take it as simple blessings
Where you find everything and nothing goes as missing
You have strong bond with international understanding
Where relation mushrooms with process unending

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No difference

Is there any difference between nature and human nature?
What parameters are there to distinguish and make sure?
How would they react and work in certain circumstances?
Is there any simple formula in store for at once?

It is difficult to judge from outset to come at conclusion
Both are unpredictable and can't have any idea for inclusion
It is guess work and leaves us to set the course in anticipation
Now they have become unreliable and as such give no indication

Human and nature behave in set pattern
They cause more worries and concern
Nothing can be planned exactly for the success
As we are totally clueless and have reliable access

Everything is taking place in same manner
Their action can be seen without any scanner
It is anybody's guess what their next action will be?
There is tremendous change and all that we can see

Nature's deviation can be attributed to some of our actions
Let many things are taking place exactly contrary to invite reactions
Natural disasters are now common and some of the findings reveal
The human greed for nature's destruction is deliberately concealed

The global change can still be understood and addressed
The damage caused is taken into account and assessed
It may not be difficult to exist along side nature in future
But the human behavioral pattern can not be taken for sure

Everybody wants to be come millionaire over night
They are prepared to shed the blood ceaselessly and fight
There may not be any immediate gain or visible end in sight
But fruitless attempts are being made to prove their point's right

It is common knowledge that greed has no wings and can't stop
The human beings are continuing with it despite being flop
They know from the heart what is really going wrong?
The onus is passed by simply observing that he is only one among

It has become traditional to follow the existing trend
They have mastered the art and do not want to mend
Why they should lack behind when every one does the same?
How it can be passed on to single individual for sharing the blame?

It is apparent that it may continue same without any change
It is also rightly said 'nature and human nature is difficult to manage'
Can we wait indefinitely for any possible change and wait the doom?
Can any parent dream or think of pushing their children to gloom?

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A fine good morning

Person should be greeted with good morning
Say hello while making departure in the evening
Don’t forget to say bye with good night
It is good to follow and think it right

It is customary to say few good words
This was followed in court room of lords
It is an age old system and has continued with tradition
There is nothing new or changed as an addition

You need no particular occasion to wish
The day must end with good finish
It gets you good respect and response
People put trust in you and readily repose

Don’t forget to wish a person
It has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
“Hello brother” I pray for you to lord

Bitterness may disappear or go in seconds
You need not go here and there and find the words
It has its own magical bound or spell
Everything may turn into good and augur well

You just offer beautiful smile
Don’t wait not for reply but stay for while
It will have its own way and desirable effect
Relation may end in long spell with profound impact

What do we loose if we say simple “hello”?
It is mere invitation or extension of good wishes to allow
forget the bad things of past and simple road to follow
Great tradition may have it and teaches us to lie low

Good thoughts should emerge from heart and ready to flow
Adversary too may forget the past and try to go little slow
There won’t be emission of bad feelings and sweetness may grow
There will be warmth in reception with all niceties to flow

it may wash the dirt accumulated by centuries
happiness may be seen everywhere with disappearance of worries
There will opening of new chapter in relation
Differences if any may vanish with sincere urge

What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred may rule the scene
we should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen

It is greatest moment in life if we bury the bitterness
There should be no room for increase in differences
It has grown nicely with change in behavior
Foe may turn best friend and act as savior

Love and to be loved should guide the principle
Peace and harmony should be the words in preamble
The world needs most of the things performed with peace
The rest of mankind must lead the life at ease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Romantic nature

Poets are of romantic nature
They see beautiful colors of future
Every object seems of unique importance
They can’t stop from praising at once

Poet means an animal living in isolation
Keeps aloof from crowd and prefers no relation
Such is vague idea about serious poet
As he will prefer to remain always quiet

No one can live in vacuum
It is wrong on our part to assume
It can’t be minus or plus of sum
It is nature and tendency of some

As is well known to all
No one can resist opposite sex call
The nature is all set to balance
No one can dare to or come out of it at once

One of my female friends asked me of bad friends
How come anybody be sure of prevailing mood in the end?
It can be anybody’s guess if one is pulled with attraction
How can it be found in any of the expression?

She was considerate and very appreciative
One can’t be choosey or selective
It is how you evaluate or come to the terms
It like spreading of disease with germs

I posed a question whether she really wanted friends?
What was her mind acting with clear trend/
She was for all good friends with clear motives
I thought she was nice lady and very positive

But if I prefer to speak on myself
I would say I can’t think or help
As I am of romantic nature
And I want commitment very sure

It can’t depend on somebody’s mood
As poetry is my creation and food
I would starve if someone blocks my mind
Fills with hatred and acts as unkind

I would consciously ask straight
As I have no passion even for minute to wait
I believe it is not one way feeling
It must come instant and as willing

Some of them may say they won’t mind frankness
It should be expressed and talked on face
I would love those arguments for healthy relation
As it may not later on raise unnecessary questions

I provoke friends till get satisfactory answer
The honest answer may come from very fewer
Some may intelligently scoff off at even suggestion
I take pride in putting or making frank mention

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It was unfair

I knew from my heart that it was totally unfair
I still went ahead and did not care
Nothing was left inside the heart such as conscience
No improvement was made with the advancement of science

We still put so much stress on luck and live in primitive stage
We have not gained maturity with the passing of an age
Even blood relation gets strained and receives set back
Fine relations built over years get visible and apparent cracks

We have seen and observed considerable deterioration
Parent and children find no warmth or co- relation
Meeting with friends also create flutter and have no elation
Do we forget that same stage might come for us in rotation?

At any new adventure I do receive condemnation
Set backs come all of sudden from all direction and not in anticipation
It has something to do with unfriendly and unhealthy trend
I have to suffer more even if make good amend

It doesn’t require great skill and good effort
The performance at low level is unsatisfactory and falling short
Life may get boost if one makes sincere approach
He need not go to any school or employ expert coach

We needn’t copy or follow what others are doing?
Surrender to THY only who does all working
Why go aimlessly in search and fool around?
Think positive with all ideas and turn round

Peace may descend on earth with HIS mercy and blessings
Life may prove fruitful with correct thought without stressing
Inner soul search with deep and honest assessing
Success may sure be there even without guessing

I fear nobody and indulge in wrong process
Continuously I work in negative direction without any recess
I take it for granted that I may never leave this world
Give slip to every one and show no warmth with relations cold

I failed to understand the real mission
Had I not to go to His feet for humble submission?
I was pursuing different goal with no meaning
There was no scope for soul purge or cleaning

It is very important to lead life as human being
Person may either be very rich, powerful or king
He has no security for his life and remains mortal
Final you to face the end which is near total

It has to been seen from different angle
We live among civilized world and not in jungle
It has to have some thinking in this regard
You must go in without waiting for any reward

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A simple no to relation

She wanted to end the relation
She had her simple calculation
How can I equate you with deserter?
All along you were my guide and master

There were no clouds in the sky
It was painful to understand, why?
Why you could not face me and felt shy?
Was it futile attempt not worth to try?

I didn’t send me any surprise
I knew it no tag or high price
It created doubts and new room to rise
It was to be absorbed in self as steps very wise

She may have her reasons and fear
She may be passing through agony and tears
I failed to understand why I was simple pick?
Was I to be driven away from life without stick?

She did follow it with simple logic
I failed to deliver lovely music
Was my admission of love not a magic?
Was that not bonding of relation as strategic?

I shouldn’t dwell at length what the love is?
It is peaceful means to live at ease
Whole world is at your feet with no compulsion
The life is ever green and end of spring is out of question

Sudden emergence of dark clouds immediately threaten
Panic with shock signals is seen and felt very often
General sense will disappear and you will be struck
You will curse the almighty and very often the bad luck

I received the flowers with simple note
She might have attempted so much but nothing wrote
I found no good smell or fragrance in flowers
They were there as if untimely rain with showers

I glanced through all corners and found nothing
I expected that it may contain or have something
It bore nothing except flowers of yesterdays
I did forecast the danger in coming days

I sincerely prayed God not to end the link
It was so holy for me and not to think
My eyes had no sleep for days without any wink
I was about to collapse and going so deep to sink

She was made to believe that I may desert her
It was all done by her relatives and sister
It never struck to my mind in early days
I thought of it in seriously in approaching ways

I gazed through window to find her with rose
What does that mean with new style or pose?
I sensed no trouble and rushed to embrace
She did not waste time and offered smile on face

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