Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
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Held Firmly
You were held very firmly
Tight embrace and greeted with very warmly
All divinity is transferred and emitted
Naughtiness and mistakes simply permitted
What does she find in you?
A true reflection and happiness in you
A future well predicted in her eyes
You stand speechless with no feeling of a shy
She has all the love and nothing to complain
She is worried when you become wet in rain
Care for everything even when you are not hungry
There is not a word spoken even when she is angry
When such type of mother is standing before
You have every reason to feel proud therefore
Not a single moment you would love to miss
As you are firmly in her grip with sweet kisses
What is warmth and what is joy?
Complete heaven on earth to enjoy
You think of mother and no other
There is no end even if you go further
I don’t what would be the anther world
Will there be any place to hide and seek in fold?
Where she will be waiting for me to rush?
Take in lap with enough but gentle crush
I remember her even in my late years
I always become restless with unknown fear
She is almost bed ridden and about to leave
I can’t close the eyes and believe
She held my hand and tried to whisper
I bent down and went near
“Take care and don’t shed tears”
“Carry on nicely and try to bear”
Such words still echo in mind
I try to forget but come again and remind
Where would I go again for her to find?
For such lovely soul and very kind
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Good morning Boss
Day spoils if start is not at all good
We can do away with no good food
But certainly not with bad start
You may wear gloomy face and feel bad heart
It is said “whose beginning then his day too will be bad”
He may find it difficult with brother. Mummy or even with dad
There may take place unusual things to disturb whole day
You may loose patience and find no other good way
In office day starts with “'good morning” to boss
you got to always yes and never no even at some personal loss,
He is the one person in office who is always in tension,
You can’t expect any thing bad worth to mention,
I always take steps for its prevention,
I never ask or raise any question,
Simply fall in line with him ready to go with his words
try to show the sincerity and keenness in special work
I or for that matter no one can afford to loose his grace
Loosing favor means you won’t have any trace
All odds against you and problems to face,
Why simply to enter then unnecessary race?
Try to be near him but not so close,
Butter daily with kind words and offer rose,
Stand by with him in the time of need
Never show bad gesture and prove your worth in deed
it is hard time to show sincerity and prove best class
Hide the discomfiture and feelings under dark glass,
don’t try to create any flutter and allow the day to pass,
Allow his name to be seen plate with shining in brass
If you ever happen to fall out of grace
Ready yourself to challenge and face,
Offer very good smile and use kind words,
Remain obedient and sincere as you remain with lords
After all he is bread provider and boss
We can’t afford to alienate him at any cost
Our relation may at any time go frost
But it is not the end of the day or love lost
Try to reason out your obedience
Prove that office is at par excellence
It is only because of his brilliance
Office has got reputation only by his presence
It is no exaggeration to use few good words in his honor
You may find that he too may stand for your favor
In fact it is the presence of all that count s for performance
There is no use if we undermine his authority in others presence
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
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Divine river water
The divine river water flows from heaven
The dreaded criminal becomes pure even
After taking dip in water with past guilt
A confessional approach with regret already built
"Admit guilt and confess" you will be pardoned
All your sins may be washed off and condoned
It makes your path little smooth and less troublesome
You were so far burdened with and feeling worrisome
Almighty has big heart and always remain graceful
You just cry over his feet and feel remorseful
He will surely let you grant enough of time to recover
From your old past to new start with blessings all over
It is not simple to forget the black past
Those memories may remain painful and never last
It may follow you till the death time
With all sort of heaviness in mind sometimes
I have seen people crying with lots of grief
Their illness might have remained very brief
Yet they feel burdened with heavy load
No smooth words may seem to be taking them on road
They are restless and want to hear some verses
Some good words to give them peace from curse
They have done lot more to harass other people
Now is their turn to face ire from almighty with trouble
True soul may never resent unintentional guilt
As he has taken precaution to admit and built
He has already shed tears in presence of almighty
With full of remorse and expressing heartily sorry
Remember him not at the nick of the time
Pray sincerely when it has come to your notice any time
That shall give you some room to monovour and confess
You can go back to memory and can make clear trace
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A pain for birth
How you could remain so negligent?
You were wise and intelligent
You dozed for a while
I was stolen meanwhile
I was picked by another childless lady
Now I am her dearest and somebody
I vividly remember your kind face
I search all over but fail to see or trace
Oh, mother i weep and fear
when I do not see you and hear
your affectionate voice and hand on head
Where and how I shall lead?
How could you lend me to others?
what can be other reason to bother?
what can be compelling reason?
Today I am altogether different person
You were in pain at last moment
There was hectic run and movement
You were about to be freed and deliver
As daddy too was firm believer
You took all pains for my birth
We were to have relation till the death
I had all wishes to remain in your side
The world seemed to me very wide
I was eager to listen to your voice
Rest all seemed to me only noise
I wished a far reaching cry
I missed opportunity to feel very shy
She has joy of having me in her side
The rest of the pass as if that of slide
It made hell lot different for my existence
Though there are plenty of such incidences
How one mother can cheat another one?
This can never be realized by any one
This is greatest blessings from the almighty
We pray, sick and surrender to deity
There is tendency to rob and be blessed
Final they are caught and traced
Not all may be lucky to reach original parents
This weakness we got as inherent
I go back years and think
It has made me to blink
I go down and deeply sink
My face turns pale from pink
This may not be isolated story
It is cause of concern or worry
The parent may be feeling guilty and very sorry
How could they bear the burden for whole life and carry?
I understand the agony and pain for childless parents
It is curse but we got to accept it and offer no comments
No body may resort to snatching or lifting of a child
The other parents may be missing lot and definitely go wild
The child may pass through painful stage
It will be difficult to manage
Still it will come off the age
It will be like captivity in cage
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Glory In You
I want glory
Even for one day a story
Where I can feel no sorry
Free bird and no worry
It is dream
Truly If that can come
I shall with open arm welcome
Feel on top of world at home
Not that all can happen
I shall not think even
She is for all the smile
I must assume her for while
She is hard black stone
Precious and rare anybody might have seen
I shall cherish and adore
May I have your hand therefore?
Real gem and kind human being
Dreamt for life by a ordinary king
Yes she can be an ideal
For a moment to be felt real
She is not all that easy
In real life very busy
You can paint picture very rosy
But of course she is choosey
It is said 'morning wishes are met'
By almighty without caring for fate
I think I am not at all late
I wish her to know what all I state
It can be friendly conversation
But certainly for building relation
Relation that can be solid in days to come
Happy moments to enjoy and welcome
No one does it without reason
If some one is very nice person
What even if you don't meet her again
It won't be with any remorse or complain
I feel her at heart
May be this is the only art
Gifted by almighty to all
I shall take it as happy call
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Where Is She
Not a single day has passed without you in mind
Lots of excuses come across as thought to find
You were never away in the past for a single minute
You were uncontrollable at home and never remained mute
Whole day passed off amidst your little noise
You were always ready for something to poise
You may venture for something and make my blood pulses up
I had no option but to remain silent and shut up
Today she is not in this lovely home
I look at door steps for her welcome
I know she may come any time and knock
I puffed more from cigars and left thick smoke
You have nice art to make me smile
You will not allow gloom to descent even for while
You may keep me engaged in lovely conversation
Remind me all the time about commitment and healthy relation
Her absence has made me totally blank
From the sun rise I have taken nothing or drank
I must admit her presence as some source of strength
Without her I am unable to adjust or take comfortable breath
I can do nothing without her being on my side
She will lean on my solder and confide
Whisper lovely and sweet words in my ears
She had made me fully dependent on her for years
Today I realize her importance when she is not here
I used to neglect everything when she was with me or near
She won’t bother me for even small things
Life at home without her is dreaded for something
Lovely home is zero without her sweet smile
I am on bed and thinking for it meanwhile
How come females have strong will power to control?
When nothing can be made available without shout call?
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The Dead End
'I looked above and tried to find'
Those lovely eyes which were so kind
I trusted her and remained completely dependent
She was around me all the time and present
My eyes have become wet and not probing
I feel helpless, tired and only sobbing
I fear about somebody's presence
Hence look down and don't raise the face
The life time bond should not break
It must be drawn long to converse or speak
As one may need another at any time
Couples are destined not to last long sometimes
I knew well how painful it was today?
I cried relentlessly as found no other way
She was proving unbearable with pain
I wept and remembered her again
She is no more with me in this world
I have been left alone to suffer the cold
It is almost dry and sultry surrounding
I control the sentiments but immediately rebounding
I saw her hiding in dark clouds
As she emerged with silver lining to speak loud
I was watching her helplessly
But she was there guiding me readily
'Don't feel sad´ as I am here
To show you the way with light there
You may not miss me for complete time
Shed your sadness and come out of bad time
I just listened to her words with care
They were inspiring me to dare
Not to get frightened with immediate vacuum
It would be better if I regained posture and kept mum
One day it comes in everybody's life time
We are left behind to see the painful time
Even though it is not in our hand
Yet that proves unimaginable dead land
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I Love Friends
I love my friends
Wish I could stay up to an end
Who knows what and when will they be of any use?
But certainly friendship can endure and never confuse
It has delicate angle
From all the ways, it looks triangle
Whether in happiness or in troubles
It enriches bond with struggle
What a way to feel when one runs in rough weather!
Another friend rushes on the spot for help to render
Such is the closeness and feeling for each other
As if meant for each other, to live together and offer
I offer no rose flowers
But understand them as goof follower
Never offer bitter words so as to offend
But stay fully aligned with readiness to defend
I blink in spare time
All old friends come before screen sometimes
What were they in those childhood days?
Completely innocent with nice behavior always
I emotionally move in that memory stream
They come one by one like sun beam
Enlighten me with their warmth and memory
I cry sometimes with emotions and feel sorry
Many are gone and some are at far distance
I rarely find any occasion to visit by chance
But I love them at heart and miss no moment
To remember them and pass the comment
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Old age syndrome
Old Age feeling is considered to be brittle
It will break if done damage even little
So much honor and respect comes in the way
Special position in home but reality is far from away
In case of early demise of spouse
The ghost seems to be available in house
When no one is present in day time
It pinches heart and reminds a lot sometimes
Whole life comes to stand still
Right from active age to peaceful drill
Little walk in morning and conclusion with evening prayers
No one is ready to give enough times or act as sooth Sayers
Even though no disrespect is shown
Loneliness is eating up and made known
Family members may be active with their occupation
Yet some warmth may be missing in relation
I have no complaints as to what they think
We both give serious though and sometimes sink
How best we can utilize our lone years?
Where there is likelihood of many fears
Not that final day will be met with bitter experience
But we will be left alone in nobody’s presence
Those worry still hunt the fragile mind
We have yet to explore all steps and find
If you carefully analyze about the old age
It is free time without any responsibility in cage
All the obligations are over and children made independent
There are happy days with members present
Love and affection is treasure in store
Only to find the ways out and means to explore
Nothing is to be done to invite criticism at this age
It needs to be skillfully thought over and managed
With both the souls(we) respectfully rested
So much is at stake and hopefully invested
Nothing more is to be opened or watch the move
Life is to be spent with joy and what else is needed to prove
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Wish for divine light
Wish for divine light
Who says world is not beautiful?
Not full of wise people but more of fools
Friends and foes but not cunning
Applaud your feat when you are winning
Meet only ten each day and talk
Pick the old people and careful walk
Try to pick their wishes and hear
Wipe out the eyes if you find even single tear
Dear, there is enough of joy if you find poor in street
Give nothing but offer few kind words and greet
Listen to blessed words if they ever fall on ears
You may find rest of the life with blessed years
You may come across beautiful faces with good shine
Like red roses with enough of charm and looks so fine
Don’t involve in race but simply ask how are you?
Who know you may good companion and through?
There is enough in near by to keep you in jovial mood
You need not waste time in visiting affluent places for food
Share it with your less privileged friends and exchange words
Promise them to return in near future and look forward
How many people you may come across like this?
Possibly can not be counted and may certainly miss
Yet see the magnitude of this figure when it swells
The rest of the story may be sold and tell very well
I have seen people getting rich with hard work and dedication
Yet you won’t find happiness on face or give slight indication
You can’t win the world with so much wealth and grand show
It may push you away from main stream and they would love to throw
It is rightly said “you may go empty handed”
You had nothing in hand when on earth landed
Ask from almighty about beautiful stay and pray
“Lead me o, lord” and direct the steps on the way
I close my eyes when get time at night
I assess the day’s routine and think right
I visualize the futility and resolve not to fight
Knell down before him and wish for divine light
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She Is Black
'She is black and has no features'
'About her nature I can't say more for sure'
'She may be good and nice girl'
'But real gem and black pearl'
Some of the comments irked me
As the people were right and free too
They could speak anything against anybody
I had no reason to feel bad and cared to study
I keep my eyes down and pray almighty
For granting the lovely color and beauty
I had no reason to worry about people
As it caused me no tension or trouble
You may find all kinds of flowers
Red, white, yellow and orange find more admirers
Yet black has its own distinct identity
Real charm and to some extent special quality
Any passers may definitely look at me for a while
As I used to walk elegantly with style
Keep head down and meet with no eyes
Even if they attempted more at me or tried
I have heard but exactly can't say
Every object of nature has its own way
To come up with age and attract all
Appeal with attraction and respond to call
In a way I am thankful to my creator
That I have been gifted with color
So close to nature and almost liked
Even if so many might have disliked
What matters most are kind of feeling in you?
How good you are at words and stand true
I am of little shy nature but mix freely
I can never appear alone and feel sadly
For whatever the reason I raise head high
Feel proud at what I am and earnestly try
To commit as far as possible with total trust
To me gender discrimination never appealed me most
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Mothers always
Mothers always support their children
Don't leave them alone in critical times even
Whatever the case may be
She will make the children to feel free
After attaining comfortable position
We relate incidence with nice composition
It is nice to admit sweet memory
When she is no more with us to feel sorry
As the cycle changes, we move on
From childhood to adulthood we have smoothly gone
There we act differently and behave
Forget about her part as if didn't have
But childhood memory may never fade
As mother never considered this as trade
It was natural bonding and love
She always comforts us when we go to her
Females generally in any form stand with respect
They are caring and kind when time comes to act
It may be natural inheritance for the girl in fact
Where as males behave differently and strongly react
God has given them kind heart
They always remain as inseparable part
Till death they won't leave us for a moment
She has nothing to feel bad about us or resent
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Children's Special...
Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord,
for that child gives you happiness,
Gone are your day's of loneliness.
Childhood does not last,
Every child remembers the past,
It depends on how you groom,
Give the child more than a room.
A child carries an ocean of innocence,
not knowing it's consequence,
does a deed that is not desired,
Many parents have always admired.
Thinking of a day for children,
is a wonderful thought,
Cherish every moment of what they have brought,
to you with their playful minds,
which do leave a trail of joy in your mind.
Remember your own childhood days,
make it more than special today,
make the children feel how good you felt that day,
when you celebrated the children's day,
in your childhood days.
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A Single Child I Am...
A single child i am,
in my lovely nest,
with my loving dad and mom.
A single child i am,
flowing in the oceans of love
with loneliness all around.
My ways are haunted,
My talks are monologues,
My dreams are aimless,
A single child i am.
No hands to hold me,
No chocolates to share with,
No toys to fight for,
A single child i am.
A single child i am,
with sacks of love to give,
with lots of care to express,
with more of happiness to share,
A single child i am.
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Dear children
Dear children
O dear children,
Imagination and dream of Jen
You are all so dear
Gems of an eyes and words to ears
"Divine gift "as we all say
For your birth we always pray
Go to churches and mosques for blessings
For divine descent in early morning
You are messengers and real hope
Without your presence life is on rope
The home becomes real one
Only when you cry with child's tone
No house can be called heaven
If that has not a single child even
If you want to hear His voice at home
Adopt one child if you don't have to welcome
They need care and proper attention
They are garden flowers and deserve our mention
They are our future hope and destiny
Of course a blessings bestowed by almighty
Especially girl child deserves to be cared more
As they are the one to be praised and adored
The universe expands at their cost and excel
We are here to take their care and speak well
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An old tradition
Unwillingly ushered in a house totally unknown
Saw a young lady keeping head down
White complexioned girl with eyes cat brown,
Almost frozen expressions but not making it known
I was at pained to learn the way it was arranged in orthodox way
Grown up children still are not allowed sufficient say,
Uncertainty is more so prediction is very less,
What is there in store for assumptions and guess?
With great courage one may ask “hello”
Limited conversation in presence and all the traditions to follow
Parents are present and allowing limited talks
Nothing can be decided with few steps walks
”I am your would be companion”
Running a marathon race but not a champion,
Will allow all the freedom that you need,
No dowry or nothing as I have no greed,
“Will you marry me” simply I asked,
Rushed blood heavily on face as it was difficult task mask,
Wait for an answer and okay the proposal,
Parents too were ready for quick disposal,
Quick “yes” came from her as there was no competition
Answer was kept ready even without question,
”so stage is ready for lovely meet” I smilingly said
parent were happy and agreed to greet,
I did not, object to old style
It was unique experience for a while
How can one agree for old ways?
If that results into parting ways
How can one decide future in few hours?
Heart may skip beats while walking on floor
It is unusual way of finding a match
Sometimes it may result into very good precious catch
It may have long lasting effect on mind
Lovely moments with few surprises to find
It is lovely to find and feel so great
When bond results into reality from heat
I shall always cherish and remember
Its importance as to how life will bear
I have to assure her nothing to fear
As she was almost sank with tears
As it turned out to be a great success
They all agreed for tie without any stress
It was now matter of time to decide
I was dreaming about horse to ride
This may not happen to all
They may not receive such call
I wish it could take place for bride
She can explain with no emotions to hide
Day for final count down may arrive,
simple way to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life with certain norms to follow,
promise once made should not seem to be hollow
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Bitter words
Sun’s direct rays and heat in hot season
Nothing to complain about for any reason
I might have allowed it as casual feeling
Everybody knows and doesn’t expect dazzling
It may not penetrate or cause any harm
Of course it may be hot but not little warm
It is natural and may be expected more
Man will find refuge and feel it was not before
Words spoken with bitterness burn us completely
It will create impact on mind sudden and immediately
You are caught unaware with no defense to offer
Generally what is considered wise is to keep mum and suffer
It may take more time to adjust and recoup
Self assessment for sore relation and slight let up
Insult may cause breakdown with no other way
You may have set back and nothing to offer or say
We may not know what to speak in distress
Mind not at rest and seized with stress
Common sense on run and unable to assess
Hasty action may lead for immediate action to press
Bitter words may bite you slowly
May not allow you to regain immediately
You may find it hard to forget and forgive
You may offer no reaction and remain passive
It is state of mind that only speaks
Not sure of result but inviting future bleak
Damage is done with no possible gain
It is difficult to face insult and pain
Once spoken words with hatred can’t be taken back
Will spoil the relation completely with visible crack
Should not be uttered at all without any sense?
We should have room not to feel tense
Words spoken in friendly way also create tension
Relation will be at stake and in question
It may cause damage and turn it sour
Retrieve the position …………….
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Share Our Happiness
Call me not by name
I really feel shame
Not that they call me by real
But by bad name with sarcastic drill
I am pulled sometimes among friends
That too with laugh and endless jokes
I will be their simple target
But I will not mind and let
It gives me immense joy
If someone teases me to enjoy
It may be sometimes childhood habits
Made known public with shout 'Hurrah' and greet
I may laugh it out and not respond
They will put my name and second
That may keep me at the center
Cut the jokes and smile as soon as I enter
It is not done intentionally
As we have shared and enjoyed it really
It has come from long association
Nice bond to enjoy with sound relation
It builds real hatred or lovely alliance
Some of the boys really don't take chance
They come and go peacefully at once
We used to stay back, fight and enjoy the presence
It is difficult to keep them away
As we have no other way
To spend enough time
They are the only one around sometimes
I shall consider it as golden
As so many children are not seen together even
It is the only place where we share our happiness
Reach home happily with smile on the face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Part of His design
Thousands come into life and perish
Life is not taken note of and finished
Garden boom with lots of flowers
Different and beautiful color but at the end lower
Each soul is destined for better or worse
Some may enjoy full and same may spent with remorse
No one has understood the great theory of almighty Lord
“Do your work and forget” reiterates the golden words
Every object is real reflection and part of his design
We only have to surrender and mutely resign
We may not know the secret blessings behind
We need to look towards sky and try to find
Individual may have sufferings and different stories to tell
Not all may be blessed with an doing very well
Some may remain well to do without any hard struggle
Others may go down with agony and pain as if living in hell
You may meet thousands of strangers
Not a single soul you may find without any anger
He will have something to complain of
Life may prove always rough and tough
It is inevitable death and birth cycle
All holy books speak same including Bible
We have to pass through the acid test and ordeal
We won’t know it unless it is faced in real
Let us not feel it as burden
Life can not be ended all of sudden
It may be some times odds and sometimes even
We must strengthen the belief and not weaken
We are messenger of God
There should be no heavy load
If you take it as pure and humble mission
There won’t be any necessity for guilt admission
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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