Inherent Weakness
It is inherent weakness of human being’
You may feel bad if addressed beggar and liked if called king
You may dislike if called joker
And elated if praised tea totalled and non smoker
In actual life we do all we want to
We care too hoots for and it is equally true
What we try to hide from near relatives and friends?
False pride and honour which is going to bite at the end
My ear bell starts ringing the moment I am ushered
In their beautiful house with welcome and offered
All hospitality at the cost of my downing confidence
Use it later on for their advantage as cover up incidence
I know but fail to grasp that it is just ploy
All friends and even near circle people cleverly employ
Who would not want to hear sweet words in praise?
As it is engraved in mind that finally it may land you in chase
Well, it is all leading to falsehood
People are smart enough to judge your mood
They will make you to believe in their oratory
As you may agree upon and act as signatory
It is all done or deception and known to all
We fail to offer response even if that leads to fall
It is known that it may ditch us from our position
Yet it is agreed only for not aggravating the situation
We are human beings and live in certain bindings
People may advice you earnestly too but with some meddling
It is all accepted as normal happening
We need to close eyes for good beginning
Even if some one cheats we offer no comments
We wish it would not happened but willingly relent
If not do so, then it will invite hurdles on the way
That may push you towards isolation and keep away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shy and shame
I am hasmukh by name
But still feel shy and shame
Offer very good smile
To live and love little while
Not all may understand
I feel lonely and stand
No friends no relatives or accomplice
No one to praise and offer promise
People are relaxed when visit me
They feel fresh and very much free
I make them burst in laughter
They realize only when come in after
I offer no medicine
I have no ready made vaccine
I know I can grow vegetables in famine
I know how to make friends and consider them mine
Love may not end half way
People will not desert and run away
Smile is powerful weapon
It can be offered to foe even
Only those people can smile and stay
Who have guts to make path in difficult way
Rest can offer forced smile in disguise
They can not make ship to sail or cruise
If you can take away unhappiness for a while
You can restore person a beautiful smile
He will go with full of contentment
Where the chance will be then for discontentment?
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A quite true
It may need big heart
To have very good start
You may find it very hard
To forgive their standard
You tryto be kind
People may definitely mind
They may prove unkind
Faults and lacuna always find
Distingusih between good and bad
Do not feel disheartened or sad
It is inherent weakness of human being
It may invite lot of miseries and bring
Friends and enemies may not treat you like
Thy may deceive you much to your dislike
They may cause discomfort and pain
Still your efforts may not go in vain
Honesty and integrity belongs to you
You got to hold and pass through
It is proven and quite true
No need to canvas or woo
It takes years to build
Reasonable time to grow and yield
Can be spoiled in no time
If you fail to show it as object prime
Not even big amount may be enough
People may still try to be rough
Even if you prove to be generous
They may tmake you nervous
It is best medium between you and almighty
If they fail to understand you then it is pity
It may matter hardly and prove nothing
As you may attain closeness for something
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A helpless animal
Why are we called helpless animal?
Even though we can help and perform well
We have all type of sentiments to react
How far do we go that all depends on the act?
Basically linked with selfish motives
In case they are so sensitive
Generally not all acts are self oriented
It forces him not to act and prevented
It may hardly matter even if pursued with noble intent
People may still feel bad and try to give vent
The wrong signal is always sent
You are taken a back and offer no comment
We are seized with all sorts of problems
It is all so important when are at the helms
It creates awkward situation when we cut sorry figure
It is helpless position and we are not at all sure
Nothing will go right from the beginning
You will be faced with dark side and not with shining
It is all the time more difficult when there is no hope
All your efforts fail when you try to rope
You are compelled to act contrary
Even though it may be looked important and necessary
You are guided by own safety and interest
You try to come out of it and deliver the best
Many may be offended by the act
They will look at you as unfriendly and angrily react
It is natural out burst that compels them to offer
But in reality they never agree with you and differ
It is human tendency and must be accepted as such
Insistence should not be forced or exerted much
It will have unbearable consequences with negative impact
The crux of matter may be altogether different in fact
To err is human but to forget is totally inhuman
We all fall in the same category and domain
No one is really above the same mentality
Only the act is seen not in totality
How can we address it by keeping safe?
It may be called opening of new leaf
It may be entirely decision of one’s own
The yield will be different as seeds are already sown
It is equally reciprocated in same coin
Nothing goes unrewarded if noble cause is joined
People may term you fool or otherwise
But in fact you are considered as noble and wise
Nothing remains permanent here
Only good name remains there
It may speak of volumes
Name will be remembered even if consigned to flames
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A wrong praise
it is human nature to feel good
when served with lavish food
praised few words in honor
appeasement theory even uncalled for
It is killing an ideal man
the downfall is not by only woman
it is done by great and close friends
this has remained clear trends
t is easy to boost a prestige
though it may not be done at ease
the opponent understands the try
but he fails to find and feels shy
downfall may be caused by only few or five
to whom you think very close and believe
pretty friends and fools get elated
when they are praised and equated
It kills spirit and self pride
it is intentional try to conceal or hide
the weakness may be exposed at later stage
you will be living under illusion with inability to manage
Your half work may be done with little praise
it may take him by surprise but erode the base
it will downgrade his thinking power
he may nose dive and enjoy position very lower
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Magic in different style
She is on screen and just few inches away
Spelling magic in different style al the way
I sink with all happiness in a day
She is simply wonderful and standing at bay
I might have not taken note of her
If she was just normal and had nothing to offer
But here she stood exceptionally in unique position
All smiles in one direction to raise lot many questions
I slipped into past history of ancient era
Where even saint had lost concentration
I thought of my being as poor human being
She was there for all praise from me as king
I am aware of natural beauty in person
Some are looked nice with many reasons
But here she stood as marvelous art
All body parts engraved from marble parts
She laughed at when I praised with words
This was just excuse for looking forward
I failed to grasp her mood in time
Shivered within and crumbled sometimes
"Will you be my perfect man" she uttered
The situation was now fully altered
The whole scene was slipping away from my grip
I thought I may fall down on earth for early sleep
It happens sometimes when unusual things happen
Your minds runs faster and sometimes sharpen
So many things shape up there after even
As such things are taking place all of sudden
I am elated at the words spoken
I thought about them as token
But no, she was serious enough to accept
Me as her dream man in mind and to be kept
I am lucky person to find a beauty with brain
Even though to find a beautiful lady is not my aim
She must be as natural as possible
To stay for ever without crating any troubles
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Known As Fighter
Basically I am known as fighter
Mix with all and release the fun after
Friends call me high headed
But at all points rightly I have conceded
I am fond of and little soft at young females
May be weakness for beautiful males
But that is natural for all human being
Whether he is poor or mighty king
I remembered one incidence of past
The relation abruptly ended very fast
Before we could silently enjoy the bond
I was pushed to corner virtually to remain as second
No doubt she had powerful back ground
She was rich and was often found
With rich of high status as single
This was the only reason to invite trouble
She may move with me but always careful
Show the richness and to some extent was also successful
Many people may often approach me and say
'You are lucky and have found the way '
Unfortunately it did not last long
I was waiting for it to be proved wrong
In fact I was wrong to assume falsehood
Failed completely in anticipation and never understood
It is lovely to dream but painful to scream
Equally distrustful when blocked by the stream
When two unequal people openly clash
There is enough of sound with flash
There should be meeting of ground
Then only identities are found
Equal respect should be given for work and honor
Nothing should then be done which is uncalled for
Large volume of water thereafter has flown in river
But situation has not altered any where
We come across same situation and wonder
Why is it so that we fail to move forward and stick there?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No longer carry
I will no longer carry the sad events
Push them in corner and offer no comments
It is difficult to isolate but no other way
All the time it will detract and your attention away
It is sad to write about it or keep in memory
Eyes become wet and land you to feel sorry
Mostly the childhood friends remain in mind
You feel elated when remember them as very kind
I had friend called “Ratan” meaning jewel
He was lame but brilliant and would always excel
He had sharp mind of wise man and always advise
I felt so bad when heard the news of his demise
Some of my friends would push him to the ground
They will pull the cloths, give chase and surround
He will stare at them with pity and helpless face
He would still not curse the almighty for not being in the race
It is often sarcastically commented
Cut joke on their helplessness and resented
No one would come forward for good proposal
They will be kept aside with quick disposal
Today I find him close to the chest
Even though he is no more but still served as best
I remember once he said in my ears
“Never forget mom even if passed many years”
I realize what did he exactly mean?
He put it to me soberly and very clean
It did not have any coating of sugar
He tried his best and remained all the time eager
I am on the last leg of journey
Still I am being invaded by many
I don’t know what they mean by heavenly abode
I think it may be mentioned as path to reach to God
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A kindness with gesture
A person will be know by his own behavior
He will be his own destructor and savior
His turn about may speak well about personality
It may also prove his ability and capability
He can’t become well-known for his fortune
No one may buy his arguments or fall to his tune
There may be many like him in this world
They may enjoy their life but their approach may be very cold
We can give advice to others ob the basis of expertise
People may offer all support and at the same criticize
It is state of art that comes to the person’s rescue
He may have all the fame and name which is due
What do people expect from you as gentleman?
Few kind words and treatment very human
It may raise your status to the highest position
It will also be known as rare combination
What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be in form of blessings or simple murmur?
Words should not simply fall or flow?
If they are spoken with affection then face must also glow
May it be from elders in the form of kiss?
It may also be special offer and gesture from Miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be or prove real bliss?
I shall prefer to remain unknown and live alone
Even if no help comes from any one
I must accept it with full joy from inception
Even if that is offered with some deception
Why then so much noise is created?
Is there not real love which is recreated?
Do we ever sing when some one is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if it is lamented?
How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not looks so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean
Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest
What difference it makes if offered on forehead?
Love and true affection takes place and spread
All sentiments can be expressed and simply read
Fragrance comes out of it and coolness is felt in head
Lovers may take it as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and feel awesome
Wife to husband may seem as emerging gesture
Happy moments may appear with beautiful nature
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A useless animal
Have you ever thought you are a useless animal?
You do practically nothing or exceptionally well
You are bent upon creating nonsense and virtual hell
Who will come to you for all this things to tell?
It is not confined to one single person
We go on spoiling the things without any reason
When there can be vast sand timely change in the seasons?
Is there any scope for us to act different and commit arson?
We eat, indulge in marry making and spend the day
We are practically spent over and lost on the way
We simply look at the sky for help with bright ray
How can it happen when you are not sure of how to say?
It demands care all the time for relatives and friends
You can’t live in isolation only to meet ends
You love the dear ones at home and outside
Try to create close infinity with bond and confide
Love is seasonal fruit and in times available
If you show it with sincerity then you will be able to
Cultivate the friendship for all times to come
Praise from all quarters and you will be welcome
Try to reach out to each and every one in your circle
How flowers look beautiful in colors like red.pink and purple?
It is our duty to spread fragrance with some purpose
Life may look beautiful and meaningful thus
We can’t spent the life animals even though are quite useful
We should be free enough to think twice before being called fool
It is of no use that we are termed or called under that context
We got to prepare ourselves for the next possible test
We are human beings and may err sometimes
We may be cautioned and warned many times
It is quite natural to follow suit and amend
It may be nice to find us comfortable t the end
Throw open all the doors and wait for change
Face all the difficulties and possibly manage
Try for everything which you can have and arrange
It will be definitely a good beginning on your page
How can we make it worth while and enjoy?
Why not we render happiness and joy?
We are human beings so naturally react
It is not impossible for us to fairly act
We are social animal and have to live among
No one is perfect and we may sometime go wrong
It is still possible to compromise and act in fairness
Everything can be tackled with wisdom and coolness
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Your Ideas Of War
Your ideas of war and war heroes are your own and that's okay with me
But when you tell me war leads to peace with you I can't agree
Bad feelings between people who have been to war for years and years remain
In war as well as the needless loss of life friends you don't ever gain
Even for the so called winners of the war the price is huge to pay
And yet of war and rumours of war we read and hear of every day
Millions have died or have been injured in wars and in war only heartbreak
And far too many people fail to realize that war is a huge mistake
When you say that war is not a bad thing in that you are not alone
But let the one who is free of sin be the first to cast the stone
That you are entitled to your point of view with me is quite okay
Though I for one do not agree with what you have to say
Of war and your ideas on it which to all you like to make known
And though your ideas are different to mine like 'tis said to each their own.
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Words
Yeats so simply stated
' Words alone are certain good. '
And to the great poet
So highly rated
I try to listen, as I should; Yet
Being an untrained novice
Such as me
With verdant hopes of much improvement
- oh that I would -
I beg to slightly differ with W. B.
And offer here my humble opinion
- if I could -
Good certainly is not words alone,
For without humanity
To read and to write
How would they ever become known?
- For without the good of people
Who of these words would care
Ever to be heard, or even shared?
No, the good does not alone from words arise,
Rather from human beings
Whose entire story
Such words do attempt to comprise.......
- Words written in this time
May even the way
To a distant future find,
But not on their own
And never alone.
For it takes people's
- hand's to write
- eye's to read
- heart and soul to understand
The purpose, and the need.
Let it here be shown
Words alone
Are not the only good,
They need human beings
To give goodness and life
To their reason and meaning
For they are merely the vehicle
By which man's true good
Is found and understood.
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Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
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An ugly or bad face
It made her very sad and felt embarrassed
Situation developed all of sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were hostile to be pressed
Emotions ran high and worries were suddenly traced
She did hide her face and almost wept
No one was ready to look at her and accept
Was it a good offer or to reject?
Who on the earth is so perfect?
I couldn’t say she was normal or ugly
She looked Intelligent but seemed so homely
Black spots were visible on the rough face
For her there was no one in the race
Right from the day one of her gaining consciousness
She faced all words of world with seriousness
She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness
Some concrete moves were on her part with fineness
Was she ugly and looked clumsy of her own?
Why people, friends offer her and disown?
Was she asking for precious stone or crown?
it was only honorable living without any frown
She moved easily with confidence and boldness
People still frowned with and offered coldness
She still surged ahead with disregards to all
It was need of the hour and urgent call
Nothing could shake her zeal and will power
She never looked below but always at peak or tower
Only cowards and weak look down with shyness
She was good at all move with bright success
Everybody may not look at and praise outer beauty
It was role of almighty who did his best duty
Who are we to criticize and insult the ugly person?
I find nothing new or wrong with any of the reason
someone from us liked her and offered rose
Millions of questions just invaded her mind and posed?
Was that the out come of trust in God she reposed?
She never thought of such and ideas tossed
Was that the inner strength in her which prevailed?
All far off chances even if not sure must be availed
Life is full of uncertainties and must be respected
One should search the soul and must be inspected
God has given us fine body with fertile mind
It must have generosity and pity of all kind
What is use of outer beauty if that can’t show?
All human ingredients which are essential to grow
She was not embarrassed now and stood erect
Nothing new was needed for her to feel correct
It was the an act of almighty to feel holy grace
What was there to worry about ugly or beautiful face
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
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Iron Stuff
I am not made of iron stuff
So many times hurt by simple bluff
People try to cheat me by sheer lies
I take no notes or care for such follies
It pinches me from deep heart
People have made it as deceiving art
They use it frequently one or another pretext
Make the target one by one and wait for next
They long for one day strategy
Enjoy today and don’t think much or worry
Let people feel anything about deception
They are very much afraid of hostile reception
How can you be that illogical with human behavior?
We are here to act for the humanity and as savior
How can we go on making endless lies for no cause?
That too continuously unabated without any pause
I am totally disillusioned with such tendency
It is on tremendous rise with unstoppable frequency
I see no end to such intentions in near future
I too realize it as human weakness and fail to assure
I can’t term it total sin
But generally it is observed and seen
We laugh at people’s flight
Add more woes and make the situation very tight
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A highs stage fever
People never give up falsehood and pretence
It lacks wisdom, powerful teeth and essence
It serves nothing except to grab in some sympathizers
It is some sort of highlighting personal matters
True love never demands single words of praise
It gives air to unnecessary rumors and raise
Many eyebrows to take the lower note of it
Then exploit it to situation which makes them to fit
It is true love can not be measured
You need no one to make you feel assured
Who will come and question until it is aired?
There will not be any fire until it is ignited and flared
Everybody has dignity and honor of staying aloof
Never to be compared with any one as solid proof
It is intentional way of gaining some sympathy from few
The truth of sun light may force them to vanish like dews
It leads a person no where with ire and anguish
Life does not come to an end or finish
It makes a person to come out with resolute face
What n sympathizers word can make one to win the race?
It is individual choice to walk straight with head high
He can aim high and add imaginations to fly
The reality does not change at all with falsehood
It is to be clearly borne in mind and clearly understood
I believe it is simple way of making people fool
Fall in line with misrepresentation and playing it cool
As coin stands with two sides to represent
The lines clearly lacks the wisdom and is absent
Some people may readily jump in to offer sweet words
Coupled with good use of oratory for looking forward
It smacks of bad tactics to push a person on wrong side
A sensible person will not disclose a bitter memory and hide
How one can raise a head and walk with honor?
When there is complete loss of trust uncalled for?
Will the street people come and address the issue?
It is only individual who will raise his head high and rescue
Everyone is passing through same phase with trauma
No one presents gloomy picture with sensational drama
It needs better sense of understanding and realization
Everything can be sorted out without raising any questions
Life hangs on bare thread of trust
It is very much essential and must
It further worsens the situation
If it is not stopped and allowed continuation
What a pity to present face with broken heart?
What one is trying to present at the start?
It can only be termed as poetic skill or an art
It will be uneasy to ride and make journey in cart
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Blurred vision
My vision is blurred
Do I miss something or err?
I think objects are away and far
Look different even when near
It is not that eye sight is affected
There is no likelihood that it is infected
But has developed inherent lacuna
Sees barren land even if there is flora and fauna
All human beings may be suffering same
I want to criticize none or pass the blame
I fail to admit it as shame
But all charges I need not frame
I won’t be able to rectify
Even with best possible remedy
I will escape under false pretext
As I consider it considerable and best
Let us assume it not to admit
Even if it is right and fit
We may or can avoid it anytime
But need to offer excuses sometimes
We are excused as mere human being
As we may exclaim compulsion to bring
Any change of our own in large interest
And that too considered being an acid test
It will be nice to agree for certain views
Make some exception for limited few
Yet you can’t act indifferent form others
As it may prove suicidal to you further
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Attachment Level
I never gave thought for degree of attachment
How can one think of it and offer comment?
It is real feeling from inside depth
It remains till the time of the death
It is God gift that prompts you to go very close
World would have gone barren if we had no option to choose
It is unknown attraction that pulls us near
We address them affectionately and call dear
You think of good and give fine support
It is one kind of loose attachment with good rapport
Human beings are made of sensitive fiber
Never forget a close friend but always remember
You can do two things in life all the times
Miss some one and cry or offer smile sometimes
There is no third option with you to be called nice person
As everything is out of our ambit with certain reasons
The body stretches fast when you burst into laughter
You may come to know the effect soon after
Some thing freshen up to remain in good mood
As if energy is abstracted from the fresh food
No one regrets friendship if it is genuine
Some friends prove as bitter as quinine
They leave behind bitter taste to last long
You may feel sour about being with the company of wrong
We may not come to know about the end of the journey
Nothing may accompany us including assets or money
Some of the close friends may miss the company
Your absence may not invite the attention of many
It is difficult to weigh in terms of any degree
We feel certainly relieved and very much free
It is closeness and love that keeps us in good spirit
We are always eager to meet friends and lovingly greet
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Simple But Strict
With little milk and bread
Pet will follow till you are dead
A fine show of loyalty
With just or little of royalty
How much we are blessed by almighty
Still we fail to show little of curtsey
we sometimes boost' I don't believe Him'
Unnecessarily argue and stand as lone player in team
Can't we learn something like gratefulness?
Can't we smile and show gladness on face?
All for no cost and freely available
It will push away the troubles
How much have we been given by creator?
Free air, water, and lovely environment of nature
Only we need to look around and enjoy
There is all round show to afford the joy
When animals can respond to little love?
We are human being and certainly believe
Love and loyalty come from the royal blood
For it you need not offer package or food
Animals know their master well
Their eyes speak and clearly tell
That their allegiance lies with head
They obey without dispute and read
Someone said at once 'every dog has prise'
Thank god this could have been said with surprise
Men are not legging behind in this respect
Hey expose weakness and demonstrate in acts
There is no comparison for in between animals and human
We need to learn lot more from them even
We deceive people by stabbing from the back
As such animals have nothing in person at stake
Let us pick the threads and willingly discard
Such tendency that has pushed us backward
We can certainly regain lost pride
Our face can hardly find cover to hide
Everybody ahs special role to play in this universe
Somebody may enjoy the life and someone may curse
Yet life is full of mystery and no one can predict
So follow the path honestly and remain simple but strict
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Embarrassed
It made her feel sad and embarrassed
Situation was so sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were not so pressed
Emotions ran high and worries suddenly traced
She did hide face and almost wept
No one was ready to look and accept
Was it a good offer or to reject?
Who on the earth is so perfect?
Can’t say she is so ugly
Intelligent but look so homely
Black sports on the rough face
For her, there was no one in the race
Right from the day of her consciousness
She faced all words with seriousness
She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness
Some concrete moves on her part with fineness
Was she ugly and clumsy of her own?
Why people, friends offer and disown?
Is she asking for precious stone or crown?
Only honourable living without any frown
She moved with confidence and boldness
People still frowned and offered coldness
She still surged ahead with disregards to all
It was need of the hour and urgent call
Nothing can shake her zeal and will power
Never looked below but always at peak and tower
Only cowards and weak look with shyness
She was good for all move and bright success
Not all look at and praise outer beauty
It was almighty who did his best duty
Who are we to criticize and insult the person?
I find nothing new with any reason
Someone liked and offered her rose
Was that out come of trust in God she reposed?
Was that the inner strength which prevailed?
All far chances, she thought, must be availed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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