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I Have No Place

I have no where to go and hide
The world has been torn apart and made wide
I have no face to reveal cruelty being inflicted
Divinity is shamed and faith is dissected

What is wrong with my appearance?
Lovely face and red cheeks by chance
Can no one take it as god gift at once?
Why at all outrage with beautiful flower with mad chase?

I am brought to disrespect and shame
Where do I cry and try to put the blame?
Who will listen to my woes and come to rescue?
Life is now in doldrums and needs honest review

Humanity is shamed for want of nothing
I am put to hell with no more soothing
Words don’t appeal me and frighten with cruel face
Is there any cause for me now to believe them in any case?

Who can help me to wake the soul?
That has been killed and witnessed by an owl
Night action performed with all form of nakedness
I could only cry to witness ugly scene of wickedness

I have no means to forgive them or condemn
As life may witness ugly turn and damn
I shall be pushed from wall to wall
Certainly a living hell to experience with fall

Nothing can be brought back now to normal
I am in deep shock and may now be crushed by windfall
I shall be hunted and vultures may be set for pounce of blood
What will be now open for me as reasonably good?

I know nothing about dark clouds
The words are spoken with fear and loud
I have nothing left in me to feel proud
Yet life can’t be thrown away and left out

I shall fight the world with positive aim
Ask for no mercy but certainly argue with no claim
Life can’t be ruined by vultures in open field
All females must unite and operate under shield

I may not be condemned as destitute or whore
But what else I can lead life for and explore?
There may be nothing good left in the store
As ladies may always be condemned for crying more

I need to expose the weakness of such elements
There may not be strong support with movements
Yet it has to be resisted with appeals and uprising
For lovely tomorrow and with lots more promising

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A concen not a all

Life has not concerned me at all
I have responded to her every call
I did attempt not witness any fall
I scaled highest peak and crushed the wall

I was mentally prepared and up with full zeal
I was determined to post victory and seal
It was going to be a perfect deal
The life was to be enjoyed in real

It has its timings and does not come before time
You will have to brace up and decide the goal prime
It must be pushed with all force you have at your command
You must be perusing it with all considerations at demand

The life is not fulfilled as you must have some one to witness
You lie down in earnest, open up and confess
If there is no one listening to your story?
It will be cruel joke and you may come to feel it sorry

I have come to know the real strength behind success
I had longed for it ever and tried to have open access
It will be only you who will take me to shore
I will then go all out for drive and explore

I did know what the companions mean to me
The whole world is meaningless without Thee
There is something behind for your real show
You may be there as reality and definitely grow

Nothing ends in tragedy until you invite
Spoil the relation and deliberately ignite
You can’t call differently for day a night
Wrong may always prove wrong and right a right

Have a gut to accept in real sense
Face it bravely and never feel tense
Give a credit that is due and deserved
Nothing should go against as it is minutely observed

No one can claim for anything which comes on he way
Some has definitely helped you to come and stay
It is becoming of a good man to pass on the credit
Pass on all good things to others and retain bad things as debit

As I analyze and judge the action for past
It strikes me forever to stay in race till last
I may move on but some one is really there as an inspiration
This I must make as an honest revelation

She was there upper most in my mind
At every moment she was there to find
Her move was courageous and inspiring
She had good guess and effective umpiring

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A juvenile home

Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?

The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment

The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame

Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain

Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame

They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts

Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose

It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity

Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief

The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?

Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real answer

No more
Is real answer
Not to bear any more
No way left for me to explore

It started with treachery and deception
You had very clear ideas from inception
Your eyes were on my wide empire
You wanted it any how to acquire

You had daughters to marry
Yet you showed it as bachelor and unmarried
I was fool enough to pray for your well being
You were later on prove to be bad human being

When your game was exposed
You resorted to intimidation and posed
Heavy threat to family and friends
But it was going to witness no end

I was forewarned in advance
Your treachery came to light not by chance
It was external force that made you to buckle
Now you were in soup and in real trouble

I was fed as little child
But mind that I was very much mild
Cared for human sentiments and stood till last
This was only chance for you to disintegrate fast

It was not your capacity to maneuver
Neither had you proved to be clever
Nor you showed it as life's flavor
I knew it was fight to death for honor

You have yet to admit guilt
As your wall was deceptively built
You did all whatever you could to impress
But later on I could see devil's face

I shall forgive vultures and wolves
But not the one who frightened and made me to drive
In desperation from wall to wall
Only to wait tragic end and certain fall

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Defined differently

I would define it differently
It is not as simple as that apparently
You may fall in love anytime
May be in later stage of life sometimes

It is not quality that compels
It is not outer show that repels
But only heart that catches the impulses
Those lovely messages and misses

I would go flat for anything
If that grants me refuge for something
Not hide any feeling or emotions
As it will involve lots of compositions

It happens to be both sided affair
That can be considered as lovely and fair
Body attraction may be condemned for that name
But history is witness that human being is not to be blamed

It is wide and respected term
That takes ugly or good turn
Person may find big tree
To take shelter underneath and feel free

Think of those blessings you have from almighty
You feel compassion, love and pity
These are divine pulses that may originate
When you think in those terms and honestly relate

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgive Me

Forgive me for all my past sins
It was pursued with no aim of any win
It was just a young man’s venture
Without knowing its implications or future

I had proved weak to all the challenges
Failed to materialize support or ably managed
It was colorful life with appetite for all fancy thoughts
Life really seemed unique battle but never fought

I was becoming desperate when at beautiful garden
How many birds were visiting at odd time even?
The flowers were giving long magical spell
There were no enough words to dwell or tell

How can one resist the temptation?
To find all good company in relation
There was nothing to hide as it existed
All joy and fervor wished and insisted

Many lovely birds may move in desired direction
Make strong appeal for union with their action
I too had craze for surrendering to the nature
Everything was available and asking for sure

Forgive me for being bold and little rude
But nothing seemed to me wrong with its prelude
I found myself beautiful figure in mirror despite being nude
I failed to understand why other ideas did not intrude?

It was tender age to mingle with young companions
Form a group and make frequent smooth associations
Life was full of ventures to write with on golden page
Inscribe with own hand what can be best in such young age?

I would love to ask for forgiveness
But it had brought certainly the shine on face
There was clear mad rush and simple drive
Whether one had open mind to accept and believe

After years of long spell I sincerely apologize
Not for all nice acts that led to antagonize
But show of disrespect to elders for not submitting
Landing no ears to their advices or admitting

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Way back to past

Way back to past
Oh! Not pleasant to last
I hate them and refuse to invite
They burn me from inside and ignite

I want to bury them all
They are witness to my dawn fall
I have suffered a lot
Relentlessly on chase and fought

How they had made me insane?
I non existed as noble and humane
What else can be felt as proud?
I have nothing to claim it loud

You go away from me once for all
You were stumbling block and wall
I tried all the way my best to scale
You forced me all the times to fail

Not all might have faced the same
Why I should consider them same and blame?
I wish everybody to be happy at all the turns
Let happiness reach them with efforts in return

I was about to be finished
On brink of disaster and waiting to be perished
I lost no hope and stood ground well
Today I am here with different tale

It is sending me cold ripples
I shiver and fear from such tales
Why should it ever happen to anybody?
It can end some where tragic with somebody

I try to come back to present
I apply all force to make it absent
It is not going away easily
I helplessly watch it sadly

What have I to offer to my brethrens?
Never bother about past and happily return
Work for bright future and never look back
Make it enterprising with actions power pack

I had been failed to handle it successively
I was down and watched it passively
There was no other option open
I had no courage to face it even

You are all young, brave and gifted
You all know how to get yourself lifted
No one can stop you from past experience
Even though life may stand different or at variance

Even though I have suffered at cruel hands
I have made lot many well wishers and friends
They make me feel happy and at home
Always embrace with love and welcome

I have lost nothing in race
Today I feel proud with bright face
Even though past has remained elusive
I have gained a lot and massive

A good and lovely daughter on line
Always make me proud with all that is fine
I have remained thorough out as bad figure
But she is smiling there as my future

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Is an old age curse?

I sat motionless after visit to an old home,
Sultry place and no visits and stay lone,
With all the agony of pains remain alone,
Reminds us of journey for self and only one,

Their woes and tales tore me apart,
Life was not smooth but in part,
People travels in jet but some still in cart,
Project self as noble and try looking smart,

Life seemed to me so hollow,
Found examples life to follow,
No joy, no happiness but only sorrow,
What to think of bright tomorrow?

I may pray for their happy and fine end,
Wish them all happy life and flowers send,
Some old couples did not succumb and bend,
Living in hope children may make amend,

Life once swept by devastating flood,
Even one’s own harass and thirsty for blood,
How to feel charm and end so good,
Some even faced starving without food,

Life is not that dull or full of comedy,
Events try against and result in tragedy,
Sometimes turn so ugly and bloody,
Your own kith and kin act as somebody,

It is shame on us and on humanity,
Why to blame self and also divinity?
We ignore good just before our vicinity,
We live in world and not in infinity

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Defend other mothers

Oh, dear angel and my only daughter
You may be cursing me as your most hated mother
But dear daughter I was left with no other
Your birth pushed me in dark with lot more to bother

No mother on earth may leave the child behind
For someone else to see and find
What a shame on her to be unkind!
Yet in large interest she has to turn blind

Don't you think today I was reasonable?
When took decision amidst lots of troubles
Everybody was against your arrival in this world
It was unnatural on my part to develop cold

I know how painful it may be to miss on mother's day
When all beautiful mothers are on their way
To see and meet their beloved sons and daughters
I am only one crying behind curtain and closing the shutters

Dear daughter, you could have not seen this bright day
You are alive because I took fateful decision to keep you away
Which mother will think of leaving baby in desert place?
Where wolves are ready to pounce upon pry and eat the flash

You are never forgotten and it may never happen so
Only thing I am not permitted to open old chapter and go
The social walls are difficult to scale and escape
Since I was mercilessly assaulted and subjected to rape

Life for me is no less than hell
Nothing is going on as per wish or turning well
Think of living hell and you will forgive
I have nothing more to give

You be blessed and stay wherever you are
I shall never be able to return as gone very far
Your lovely face comes before my fading eyes
I turn head down, feel guilty and shy off

Not a day is passing off without your name
My angel, you are in my memory and mind frame
You always hang there and remind me of cowardice
That as mother I failed in each promises

I am woman too and have some limitations
It is not only bond by flash and blood relations
But attached with beautiful moments
Now they have turned against me to resent

Why all curses are meant for woman?
Why not some of portion goes to the erring man?
Why error only counted as human and not forgiven
Today I am victim of circumstances and forcefully driven

I want to express my deep anguish but no sorrow
As you have bright future and shining tomorrow
You may come forward and defend other mothers
Share their pain and agony and offer the solder

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Welcome To My Life

And no one's there to save you
To be on the edge of breaking down
To feel like you've been pushed around
When you're down
To be kicked
To be left out in the dark
To feel lost
To be hurt
What it's like
You don't know what it's like
You never had to work it was always there
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
But I'm not gonna be ok
You might think I'm happy
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
No one ever lied straight to your face
Welcome to my life
No you don't know what it's like
And no one's there to save you
To be on the edge of breaking down
To feel like you've been pushed around
When you're down
To be kicked
To be left out in the dark
To feel lost
To be hurt
You don't know what it's like to be like me
When nothing feels alright
No you don't know what it's like
While deep inside you're bleeding
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
Are you sick of everyone around?
To be on the edge of breaking down
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Before your life is over
Are you desperate to find something more
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Welcome to my life
No you don't know what it's like
And no one's there to save you
To feel like you've been pushed around
When you're down
To be kicked
To be left out in the dark
No you don't know what it's like
To be hurt
To feel lost
To feel lost
To be hurt
You don't know what it's like to be like me
When nothing feels alright
No you don't know what it's like
That no one hears you screaming
With the radio on turned up so loud
Do you lock yourself in your room?
Do you ever wanna run away?
And no one understands you
Like somehow you just don't belong
Do you ever feel out of place?
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

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Sad Moments

I remembered those lovely and sad moments’
When felt kind hand moving in hair with some movements
Her tears were falling on my cheeks and whole face
I was still not awakened and felt sweet embrace

I was just back from my training school camp
Energetic, red face young man with official stamp
People may point out at my white skin and red face
It was smart turn out in civil dress with no more chases

I used to come back late in night with friends
My mother will wait for me and world may then end
I will have dinner which she may serve
What a lovely scene to see and deserve?

When my days drew nearer her mind was seized with questions
She became helpless and choked up with emotions
As I was brought with care and bond of relations
Any mother would miss her son in question

Whenever I used to find or see mother’s statue
It may compel me to think and deeply view
Her curved face lines with lots of emotional mixture
Kindness with lots of anxieties for child’s future

I remember, as an infant, her worries and concern
She may eagerly want and wait for my turn
To feed me with her own hand and enjoy
I too used to feel love, affection with joy

It was heavenly cover and shade
She provided it safe and in fact made
We all were enjoying under her patronage
Even today she is unforgettable figure in age

When I woke up from deep sleep
I found her eyes with worries so deep
She was unable to hide or keep
Yet I guessed how badly she failed not to weep

Such is nature of mother and may always be the same
Let us not forget her contribution and ever blame
She has brought us up to face any challenges
It is we who may fail or succeed or hardly manage

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Look Not At

Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors

I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords

What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick

What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once

Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation

I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set

What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble

I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Surprisingly Alive

Happiness is gone, it disappeared
It played me for years making me feel I deserved it
It was positive, and left me an optimist
I saw life through different eyes with happiness
It made me see what cannot be seen
It made me feel feelings I had not bothered to explore
I felt free beneath it's control
I felt invincible in it's arms
Happiness was my everything, it was my soul
It was what kept me moving forward
It was what made me want to live, to breath, to be
Then one day it left, it walked out on me
It left nothing behind but memories I could not have again
It walked out and never looked back
It walked out on me when I needed it the most
It pretended like nothing ever happened between us
Happiness kicked me towards sadness, it shoved me towards it
Then it left after it saw what happened
It got weak and left me alone
It left me crying behind the door
It left me bleeding on the bathroom floor
It left me wishing I had never lived
It left me screaming into my pillow in pain with sadness
It left me walking aimlessly at night with tears crawling down my face
It left me with the words 'I give up' floating above my head
It left me imagining what death would taste like
It left me cold, scared, hopeless, alone
It left...

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My son, your mother left you and me alone......

My son, your mother left you and me alone
and she had flown to the heaven by leaving us in hell
Has she forgotten our love for her?
Her smiling picture on the wall brings me nonstop tears
There is no light or brightness in our house now
Her care for us brought beautiful life and loving nights
But now she left with us miserable life and torturing nights
I am sure she is watching us from the heaven helplessly
My son, your mother have tried to fight with death
and she want to keep us alive with her love and courage
but the heaven gates were opened for her and she felt helpless
I remember the day you were born son
Your mother held you in her arm as a precious gift from God
We had lots of plan for you and you were growing up greatly
Now you are only five years old and she left you and me
My son, as long as I live in this world
I will take care of you and give you fatherly and motherly love
and make her soul happy by up-bringing you as a great man.

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Don't forget

Whether it love, attachment or infatuation
Remember and don’t forget me in any situation
You may not know how much I care and love you
I take it as sacred to that the name of the Thou

Is it magnetic pull, internal feelings or divinity call?
Person may not mind jumping even high wall
He is sure of everything except his own down fall
Life game is set in with colorful rolling ball

No one knows who will offer blow or first kick
No hard hitting with sweet promises to stick
If no success in life then hard wounds to lick
What will be left other than words to speak?

I have strong apprehensions in mind
Life may turn cruel and will not be kind
Journey may on but on parallel track
Joy and happiness will never be back

I wish to fly high and touch endless blue sky
Wings are strong enough but won’t be able to touch, why?
Nothing seems to be unfavorable but still may elude
Dreams may be scattered without any prelude

I can face the storm and swim rough sea
I can judge calmness, under current and see
Possible future struggle to get something new
Will it be possible if make concerted bid to renew?

Can you reassure me you shall definitely wait?
Withstand all the pressures and never be late
Embrace me with pure love and not with hate
I shall crash against solid wall or Iron Gate

Your words may infuse new lease of energy and strength
I shall have enough will power to go at any length
It will always remind me of bright hope next day
I shall have endeavor to see future possible way

I may not be able to miss you even if you miss
It will constantly remind of hollow words or promise
I shall die not because of dishonor but with disillusion
Life will be living hell with simple hollowness and confusion

It is how I see the future for both of us?
Many bad thoughts may cross mind and influx
It will be very hard to sustain possible blow
Life may inch toward death not fast but slow

People may not want us to unite
Inflame the passion and slowly ignite
I may sustain any blow or cruelty
It will be then slur on part of beauty

It will not be easy to forget and forgive
Life is not commodity to take and give
It has divine bonds to last for ever
Remember always and forget never

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The Horror Of The War

Of night How long time it has been you and me were best friends
I can't imagine even you've changed your face
How long time every day wiped away my pain

But last night even you became a strange
Oh night you were my best friend
Even you became so cruel how strange
What's wrong the world all have changed

Ah world humanity from you is lost how a unbearable reality
The horror of the dreary war surrounding everywhere rendering sullen vain strain

Everywhere the sounds of the bombs
The mortality voice of war is shouting through the darkness of the night covering. All around

Oh night what a horror I can't bear all this pain the ugly sound of the guns and bombs what's wrong with the world
The voices of bombs through the gloomy night are destroying me inside

The echoes of terrible woes of the war are gazing at the dark like a devil
Everywhere no sign of life
No sign of humanity at the darkness is lost
What a unbearable heart pain the world is lost

I heard her voice at the dark
She was there all alone
All her lover ones have had gone
At the darkness through the ugly silent of the might

I heard her voice she were there all alone
Has she lost her mind she was crying and talking with her dead mother what a unbearable heartache

She was calling everyone looking for help
Oh poor girl humanity is dead even her father refused to come there
And told her just wait till the morning ill be there

What a world I can't bear living all these heartache
I know tomorrow will be so late
Just praying for her to be found when tomorrow comes

Oh god you may help her to stay alive
Oh you night even you changed your face
I know after today nothing will be the same even our friendship is dead.

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Good Life

There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and see what behind it
You are going miss out on a lot
There is
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it

If you want something so much
All you have to do is dig a little deeper
There is going to be ups and downs, but
If you believe in yourself and do it
You doing it with flying colors and
Good life
Happen because you did it
Just remeber that you're not alone
There is someone you can go to or lean on

You might think is hard and
Give up on yourself and doubt yourself too
Don't do that and
There is going to be ostacles that going block your way
So just face you fear
Good life
Will come to you and you see that you're strong enough to do it
You will be great when you do it

There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and
See what behind it
You going miss out on a lot
There is a
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it

There are these two paths
You have to choose
One can lead you in dark or good path if you lucky enough
Just remember if you made wrong decision
Then next time try making the better choice.
Good life
Will come along way
So just hold on tight and be brave
It going to be worthwhile if you just do it
Good life

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The natural course

I never felt dissatisfied and lamented
The natural course and behavior always appreciated
Never condemned bad and gave so much importance to good
As both were to be balanced and properly understood

One can not be equated with another
As one leads to joy and another leads to bother
Both carry significance in life and stay together
For one thing we shy off and for another carry a feather

People or for that matter everybody prays a rising sun
They go after it and sometimes make lots of fun
Lot many words are said in praise only to please
With expectation of some favor in return or release

It is human tendency to look for and go with sunny side
The angle has always remained narrow and differences very wide
Everyday we come up with strong resolve to fare better
But soon forget to take up or push for the stage later

Life as such is considered precious
You may cope up with problems and become famous
It has double tendency to take you up and excel
Or push down to valley and show you real hell

Everybody will not be blessed with comforts
We come through unnatural death reports
Some people are afraid of and end life with suicides
Life becomes intolerable and frustration is unbearable to hide

Life can’t be carried on with heavy burdens
It must be faced with lots of struggle even
It is mental feeling and forces us to loose patience
Life can be lived full length despite lot many odds presence

If death has to take over then no one can rescue
It has to come by any means if destiny is due
We are here to fulfill the mission and come alive
The life philosophy must be understood and believed

Many have taken birth this before and gone peacefully
Their names are inscribed on stones as they lead it successfully
If their contribution was well worth and exemplary
Their name was to be considered as formidable and necessary

At one particular moment you are at height of the peak
At very next moment you are pushed on the ground as weak
Your place is taken over by another deserving and capable man
Hence life is to be understood properly and lived as human

We need not worry about tomorrow’s fate
We will be no more to witness it on that date
Let life be enjoyed as is blessed in present form
Let us learn closely and stay properly informed

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It Is Your Plan

'LORD, I know it's your plan,
just help me to get through it.'
I came across such nice prayer in wall
It was reader's observation and fine call

'Beautiful words in your wall'
'It has made strong appeal'
I take it as Lord's plan for future
You can be my friend and for sure

She roared into laughter
No doubt she took it as joke matter
'Lord has sent you for me' I added
She had now opened up to talk free

You have made strong appeal
I wanted it for real
I proposed a nice deal
She began and started to feel

'I am here for you always'
'Let Him suggest and show the ways'
I was glad and happy as well
As she had responded positively to the call

Your dreams may always pay
When you are out for it and find the way
She was agreeing to what I was about to put
Her mouth remained wide open and not shut

I felt as if scaling of the wall
What a nice way to respond the call
'You are not dream but reality
The love of true feeling and fine quality'

'I am already on other side: ' she added
'Just divert to my side' I reminded
I shall take you to world wide
Make you to feel deep and slight

If you are after it and willing
I shall hold you with feeling
If you feel it honest and right
I shall always go for it without much fight

I shall make you miss
Your may remain so in morning breeze
Only one and forever one for me
I shall take it watch you as bird free

Just come near
Without any fear
I shall offer friendship and no tears
As you shall be always be called dear

Should I embrace?
Bring happiness on your face
If you say 'yes' in this case
I shall dream it for ever in any case

If you say' no' or never
I will go on until say you are fed up
I shall love to and remain on top
You may prove true and never stop...

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fallen In Love

He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi

Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements

Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through

When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free

So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer

It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find

Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?

Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle

It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene

I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace

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We have failed to care

As progressing society we have failed to care
The destitute and left over have no place to go anywhere
They have remained aloof and neglected
As fellow brethren we have never respected

They have expected no better treatment
Not good and sweet words with fine comments
Some caring words might have done miracle
They have no where to go other than their circle

We can blame only social structure
They have no secured future
It has remained so even after many centuries
For them there is no justice from juries

The orphanage receive unwelcome guests
The unwanted souls are left at the gates
Only little cry may invite some attention
This is only holy place for their retention

It is flooded day by day with no proper means
There is no proper care or even good meals
They might have to lead life which is barren
There is no love from any quarter even

What can we do to over come such state?
They can not be left to their fate
It is black spot on our social system
The evil comes out from the stem

Nice slogans are written for children
Their life is full of agony and very barren
What is their future in the hands unknown?
They are messenger of God and as such known

We do realize the shameless position for parents
It may be compulsion or very pressing event
They are put to compulsory shame
Else their might be ill fame with bad name

The state may take over the responsibility
Still it may lack amenities and basic facilities
Nothing may be made available for the paucity of funds
As no bright prospectus or future is seen as refund

Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and are looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame

The ladies have enough of guts to face it alone
They can withstand any pressure and remain as lone
It may not be to their liking with discomforts
Despite making honest and hard efforts

The onus of ill system is not passed on to others
As result of grave error we always suffer
Even though the opinion may slightly differ
Still as the responsible society we have so much to offer

We may not have enough of choice
The orphan kids may have no say or voice
All kinds of hell prevails and is let loose
They have no better place to go or choose

It is not easy on the part of any human being
To leave the new born in wrapped cloth ring
Not sure of reaching it in the safe hands
Still it is haunting their mind with such trends

Even animal’s care better their new born
They may do everything to save them in turn
They will not leave it to the God’s mercy
We have nothing of this sort an d feel only pity

There is at least some refuge homes for children
They are immediately attended to and taken
Under safe custody for proper care and treatment
It is critical but very proud and honorable movement

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