Little time to think
It is message from God to have love and peace
Strong ties with bond and life to be at ease
How can we defy His orders when life itself is like bubble?
May leave behind many questions and puzzle
You are no more with little eye’s wink
Large boat may go down all of sudden and sink
Where is time left to have little time to think?
Lie is like blank page and something should be written with ink
Say few words of praise to almighty and relatives
Be little conservative but also very selective
Life is borrowed with no sure line to exist
Remain among beloved ones and rightfully insist
You may leave behind unfinished task
Many may question your wisdom and ask
How could you not pick the warning from Him?
As sun is always rising with powerful beam
Today is your and tomorrow is uncertain
The sanctity and holiness is also to be maintained
Within fraction of seconds you are taken away and air borne
The useless body lay here and soul already gone
Grab the earliest opportunity and be true to it
Open the door of divinity and enjoy its delight
You may be pardoned for unintentional crime
There will be gain and enough of coverage with no loss of time
Live short but show the powerful intent
You lived for cause and did not relent
Death always knocked your door but you defied
Stuck with the principles and never lied
Lord may shower all the blessings
You may find no curse and kind of missing
No one may remember that you stood among crowd
No words were heard even when you spoke it too loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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By Your Own Right
You are here by your own right
You have struggled a lot and offered fight
What you are today is of your own vision
As you steered the course without any confusion
All divine objects are there by their own importance
We are here for doing any nonsense
After all why are we here on this earth?
Do nothing for whole life and meet with the death
We are here to breathe along with nature
That is only reality and our future
We do all almighty wants us to do
Rest all we leave it to Him as very true
What after all He needs us to perform?
Remain within his ambit and without any harm
Let there remain no uncertainty
As he will be there most powerful and adorable deity
Love to live normal way
As nothing is going to be snatched away
It will be far cry if we remain unhappy
It will be time to suffer by many
It is no shame to be poor
You need not go door to door
You lye on the single floor
He will always be there to anchor
So leave behind all worries
Go in for whatever you are expected to carry
You may feel near to him always
As your path will be illuminated with his grace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Have Not Knocked
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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how do you go away?
going away may mean what means you use in
going away
a truck where you also leave some dusts for them to remember
as they wipe out their tears and
dust off their feet, or you take a boat
where all the chances of waving your hands after a long story
is told,
when the bells of the boat make the sound of
warning for the well-wishers to take their time out
of the floating moment,
then the loud siren shouts, a boat load of memories taken
a bag ful of hidden resentments
sails aways with you,
or you take the jetplane where some sentiments are
written on air,
clouds not necessarily bursting with joy
as you leave
suddenly, away from them
someone you do not like to see anymore
something you
want discarded from your life: the pain inside your heart
cease, that is your word for going away,
but most of the time you just slam the door
pick yourself, carry what you have not spoken,
and walk away, just like that
never looking back
you only have a handkerchief to comfort you
and you go on with your life
surviving on the salt of your dried tears
the unkind words you keep with you
to support you
for the coming days, you are sad for a while, and then
you are free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Do You Go Away?
going away may mean what means you use in
going away
a truck where you also leave some dusts for them to remember
as they wipe out their tears and
dust off their feet, or you take a boat
where all the chances of waving your hands after a long story
is told,
when the bells of the boat make the sound of
warning for the well-wishers to take their time out
of the floating moment,
then the loud siren shouts, a boat load of memories taken
a bag ful of hidden resentments
sails aways with you,
or you take the jetplane where some sentiments are
written on air,
clouds not necessarily bursting with joy
as you leave
suddenly, away from them
someone you do not like to see anymore
something you
want discarded from your life: the pain inside your heart
cease, that is your word for going away,
but most of the time you just slam the door
pick yourself, carry what you have not spoken,
and walk away, just like that
never looking back
you only have a handkerchief to comfort you
and you go on with your life
surviving on the salt of your dried tears
the unkind words you keep with you
to support you
for the coming days, you are sad for a while, and then
you are free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Knock, Knock
Lord Jesus stood there at my door
And twice He knocked then stayed.
It was my choice, I could ignore
And that's why I delayed.
He walked away.
I watched Him leave
Then got on with my life,
To sin like others who deceive
And cause all sorts of strife
Lord Jesus stood there at my door
And I watched Him inside.
I knew He knew my every flaw,
Not one could be denied.
I stood my ground, He left again.
I let Him walk away.
I struggled every now and then
With fears of Judgment Day.
My bank account looked mighty fine
As fifteen years passed by.
To think that all that cash was mine.
How come my soul felt dry?
Lord Jesus stood there at my door,
With fear I turned the key.
And simply stared at Christ with awe.
You see, He died for me.
Lord Jesus entered as my friend,
Yet also set me straight.
My useless life came to an end,
God's love to celebrate.
I sighed I'd made Him wait so long.
Those years I can't restore.
I tell you this, you can't go wrong
If you open the door.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Assured Through Christ
Thoughts on Heaven are never said, until a loved one here is dead,
And words are said, that aren’t true, said by friends and family too,
No mention of eternal death or life, and no mention of Jesus Christ,
But, since a loved one here has died, now up in Heaven they reside.
The majority of souls today assume, that from Hell they are immune,
From their very time of their birth, until that time they leave this earth,
Based on that premise they are good, which is generally understood,
But during this life, The Good Lord, by that large majority, is ignored.
The very God, Who gives man breath, is ignored by many until death,
That of a loved one, friend or family, who then, speaks of an Eternity,
Although finding it hard to remember, even by a close family member,
When they spoke of a belief or faith, in The Lord or His Saving Grace.
We all know men who love the Truth, and some who display no proof,
Of knowing the One, Who we love, or are even mindful of God above,
Yet, when death comes to the door, they’re placed on Heaven’s shore,
Not aware of what’s revealed to us, through the words of Christ Jesus.
Christ spoke of eternal darkness friend; for many that will be their end,
That, if they leave their earthly place, without The Lord’s Saving Grace;
They may even see God as Creator, but never accept Christ as Savior;
Knowing Christ as Savior and Lord, is the only way Heaven is assured.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
Cry from distance
Heard a cry from the distance,
Somebody might have departed at once,
Could clearly listen to sobbing voice,
Coming with variation as if no other choice,
It made me restless for simple reason
Nobody can remain immortal as person
Life is God’s gift and must be enjoyed
see to it that correct ways are employed
Hart is filled with definite sorrows
One becomes uncertain for tomorrow
Life is just phenomenon and borrowed
It has to be lived and simply followed
It gives us pain when our dear one departs
What it makes worthwhile or message to impart?
Nothing was yours which is taken away
Soon to forget it is the only way
It may leave many deep scars
Eyes may refuse to see and ears?
Very difficult to hear unpleasant news
Cry for loss and holding pathetic views
The very thought itself will make you very sad
Whole world may seem to you unkind and bad
The unusual stories are constantly fed
One is made to believe and to be led
Death is in fact universal truth,
it is fine so long life is smooth,
It is painful and living hell,
If body doesn’t keep in shape and do well,
Still have we not learnt a lesson?
One has to depart without any reason,
Whether spring, autumn or rainy season,
It is almighty who has power and decision,
I became happy when dews were gone,
Sun shine appeared and night was done,
Daily routine on card but with definite message,
One has to make way, try and make passage,
Life means motion with constant change,
No hatred, no love or only revenge,
Today’s enemy may turn friends tomorrow,
Why not then understand and rules to follow?
No one know how far we may be able to survive
Will we be able to carry on or peacefully live?
Who can be our good friends or partner?
This will bother hound us as beginner
Life may appear in form of bubble,
Men may think different but will not be able,
Work is done with only HIS grace,
Nothing will be left behind even with small trace,
We are here only for limited duration,
Can’t compare or with any other equation,
It is our existence that is in question,
Not HIS world which needs any mention
We got to carry on as single traveler
We may find many good or bad feelers
It has to be lived with present scene
Have to make it worthwhile and to be seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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0005 'what Is There To Live For?
and you asked this question
half-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?)
but we, knowing alas your high intelligence,
must pause, reflect, before we answer you...
we could just say, in our severest tones -
that question comes from a nowhere, no-time place
where ignorance is loved, and knowledge is denied..
I'd say, off the cuff, damn you, do just what you like...
you'll do that anyway..
but if you want some words from me..
(who knows the power of words, despite
all evidence to the contrary?) -
some words about what you already know...
I'd say, the answer's in the shortest word
inside your question - 'is':
that tiny window in our life
between the past - that which has shaped your 'is' -
and future - which your 'is' will make for you;
that tiny window, which the gift of life
(and what else do we know of this?)
offers you through all your lived-in life -
gift, to be free; of past and future; simply be,
live in a world of free unselfishness,
be anything and everything, be what you wish -
or better still, be what unsullied life
continually offers you out of the blue...
Or you could count your blessings -
think as Mark has written, just so beautifully, to you...
you'll do just what you do, when all things have been said
and all things written down in words - damn you -
though I for one believe you far from damned..
I knocked upon your door - you didn't answer me;
so now I'm running round the back,
calling through that tiny window
of your very present life; and just to say,
you know yourself; know all the questions, all the answers; but
I'm here for you...and by the way, that ' I ' means we...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An ambition not to
Who else will come and decide?
Who will prompt us to ride?
Why all ambition to remain stored
Why not think about them and explored?
Is it the right way to think first and then act?
Why to think of consequences first and react?
What is the essence of right thinking in fact?
Leave it to fate but attempt it with tact
You can’t remain in oblivion and isolate
Everything you must decide and relate
It can’t be left at somebody’s mercy or solely to fate
You must think about chances seriously and definitely rate
You will have to carve out your own empire
You must go in with all skills and acquire
It is top most priority and definitely required
You may be considered lucky and admired
Whether it is wrong or right
you got to give hundred percent in and fight
Show the determination with full might,
grab all the chances when they are n sight
when you are flying a kite in sky?
Never think of distance and ask why?
Air may block the height and serve as hindrance
what matters most is aim with clear substance
It remains same in every walk of the life
Whether it is love, opportunity or wife
Strike with all force when time is ripe
If failed to do then it may remove the chances or wipe
so when love is reflected and is in sight,
hold it firmly in arm and keep grip very tight
it is emotional bond and not the show of strength
Powerful attachment will grow and go to full length
Take the vow to stand together in the time of need
No other compulsions should take over including the greed
The desire may come out as if released or willingly freed
this may be possible only when have gone for it and did
At any given point of time or in grief
Offer words of solace and try to be very brief
It is opening of new chapter in relation and just a small leaf
Its magnitude and impact may be felt by a deaf,
When we are meeting friends after a long absence
it shows the true love of great essence,
Eyes remain full of tears and face turns red,
No one feels shame or getting afraid
Parents, friends and relatives shower the love
we are human beings and not act doves
They too move in great numbers
Show the bond of love and outnumber
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who I AM
I don’t want it to succeed
There is after all no need
Life is not to be made as what we think
Swim fast and prepare even to sink
Heart and all joy comes there after
When life is smooth with laughter
No weapons of any kind must come in between
As love is to be observed and clearly seen
You must always thank almighty
Never feel dejected for any kind of pity
There lies clear distinction
You need not any extinction
Life is an ocean of pain, agony and storm
But we need to forget and keep it warm
As human we need to survive
Strengthen the bond and revive
No one comes to feel for individual
One must think carefully as casual
Hell and heaven made in the mind
You need not go to anywhere and find
Suffer for guilt and enjoy for correction
Guide the path and seek the action
No one suffers here for any crime
As it is pardoned with passage of time
Seek the blessings for given birth
You can pray for descent death
In between you are responsible for good acts
To think out of tune or in tune may not be real fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, Knock
Oh knocks, knocks and knocks
Some signals come and certainly strike
Oh! I get perturbed and try to decode
It looks unusual and simply odd
I am hale and hearty
Everything runs smoothly with the blessings from almighty
But what is this reminding me all of sudden?
I fail to understand but it remains even then
I have everything with nothing to worry
Life, children and everything assures me not to feel sorry
But that thought again reminds me of departure
Oh God! What this message reminds me for sure
Is it the indication of reminder?
That I must use path finder
Take note of its uncertain nature
Then think of forcible feature
Yes, yes it has slipped out of my mind
The fortune has smiled at me and seems to be very kind
Why I think of its permanent presence?
When it is about to be temporary in its essence?
I got slight hint from the message
It must have been felt along with the age
Is it not the life compared to that of cage?
When one has to leave everything behind for others to manage?
I got the answer and wondered about its knock
It was timely signal to wake up before it was running short of stock
I was not to remain fully involved with attachment
Time had come to remain fully alive to enjoy the moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From The Back
The door is slammed from the back
Nothing more is required to be at stake
Life was totally in disarray and completely fake
Remained half sleep always and not fully awake
People often say “life is to be enjoyed at full length”
Someone try it with might and extend with strength
For them it is never dying approach
Life may never end as such
You never know when the exit gate may open
It remains mystery when all of sudden turns against
Life seems worth nothing and useless
All worries suddenly rush on the face
Powerful kings have buckled under threat
When death has tried to approach and meet
It leaves behind tail of unknown agony to bear
All of sudden body is gripped with fear
Who would want to leave this earthly pleasure?
I am very confident and very sure
No one may opt for timely departure
They are ignorant about facts of fixed tenure
Life has to come to an end at any time
You are lucky to escape it sometimes
But you are sure to meet your fate
It may approach you soon or late
Well, this has been explained briefly
It can be understood and known simply
All we do and commit is not to long last
In one way or another it has to end fast
Not all may try to understand in its true context
They may try to avoid under one or another pretext
It is cheating of own conscience and mere excuse
Otherwise who can shut the eyes to reality and refuse?
Life is not all about to be spent or lived
It is to be understood and rightly believed
When you are sent here for performing the best
It should seized as opportunity and crucial test
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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These Three Words
When was the last time
That they heard you say
Mother or father, I love you
And when was the last time
That they heard you say
Daughter or son, I love you
Ones you say you cherish everyday
Can instantly be taken away
Then youd say I know this cant be true
When you never took the time
To simply tell them I love you
When was the last time
That they heard you say
Sister or brother, I love you
And when was the last time
That they heard you say
Darling or best friend, I love you
The one for whom youd give your very life
Could be taken in the twinkling of an eye
Through your tears youd ask why did you go
Knowing youd didnt always show
Just how much you loved them so
These three words
Sweet and simple
These three words
Short and kind
These three words
Always kindles
An aching heart to smile inside
I know a family
Who hasnt a cent to their name
And yet the joy and love they have between them
They always claim
And when ones called from life
The survived mourn the lost
And will never be the same
Yet they rejoice
In knowing they gave them their all
These three words
Sweet and simple
These three words
Short and kind
These three words
Always kindles
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While Theres Still Time
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
How can I sleep tonight?
When I know that tomorrow Ill be miles away,
And how can I leave if I know when I kiss you goodbye,
Baby youll cry
Where do I find the words?
To convince you that theres a secret part of me,
That dies every time I must pack up and walk out the door,
When Im wanting you more
So while theres still time,
Know that I love you,
Baby please hold me tight,
Girl while theres still time
If I could stop the dawn,
Make the moon and the stars shine on forever more,
And never again have to say how much Im missing you,
But what can I do?
So while theres still time,
Say that you love me,
Baby please hold me tight,
Girl while theres still time
If I should go, if I should go,
Theres a chance I could lose,
The love of my life, the love of my life,
Baby please dont make me choose
Believe me
Trust me
Let me inside
And while theres still time,
Forget about tomorrow,
Baby please lets not fight,
Not while theres still time
While theres still time
While theres still time
While theres still time
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
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Living Day To Day
For me there is simply one way, which is to live my life day to day,
Living this life, one day at a time, this prescribed by God's design;
I can't be concerned about tomorrow, as today has its own sorrow,
These are the words to all of us, words of our Savior, Christ Jesus.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, along with cares and other stuff,
So I need to live today my friend, knowing soon that it too will end,
Then as dusk gives way to daylight, I will have another day in sight,
Another day granted by The Lord, as one more day to be explored.
Indeed, one more day in which I must, live out my day in total trust,
Trust in my God, who reigns above, each and every day I speak of,
As He's there in every day new, guiding me until the day is through,
There every day right by my side, helping me, in His Truth, to abide.
Each new day, I rely upon The One, from the sunrise to setting sun,
My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, The very Author of my entire life,
So if clouds this day should show, He'll guide me in the way to go,
As I walk through life day to day, with my Lord on life's narrow way.
Living life, just one day at a time, truly brings you a peace sublime,
Peace that goes above life's fray, of concern and strife of the day,
When Christ's words, one heeds, God takes care of all daily needs,
Giving you a Heaven sent peace, which on bad days will not cease.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
Life is a Journey; Not a Destination
The time has come
To say good bye
I gave it my all
I really did try
I took your heart
Which I broke in two
I tried to fix it
I did all I could do
Your eyes once warm
Now dead and cold
Your words once soft
Now cutting and bold
I became the man
You knew I could be
But now it's too late
These changes you won't see
You live in my past
Not here in today
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Our dreams washed away
You need to be happy
So I need to go
These changes to you
Are only a show
I bid you farewell
I wish you the best
I hope you find peace
I hope you find rest
I hope you find life
How you want it to be
I hope you find love
Even if not with me
My journey continues
Even if I'm alone
My Lord God will guide me
To wherever is home
For He knows my heart
And he knows my soul
In him I do trust
I am not alone
For the day will come
When I know his plan
I once was a boy
But now I'm a man
Even though I feel weak
I know I am strong
My path it is narrow
My path is so long
So I bid you farewell
And I hope I will find
That your path is not different
You're just two steps behind
For this is life is so short
And I have no control
My one living wish
Is to be one with your soul
It may not be tomorrow
But in the next life
Eternity together
As husband and wife
Take care my sweet princess
Take care my best friend
I will love you forever
As time has no end
On my path I continue
My heart it does know
Where God wants to take me
So with Him I will go
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I Got An Email Today
I got an email today
It said an old friend of mine
Had died today
God had drawn the line
And his weary body
Was finally ready to cross
His family is at a loss
But just maybe
His spirit is ageless
I got an email today
It made me think of tomorrow
And to reflect back at the time borrowed
What would you do
If the doc told you
Your time has grown short
Get your life in order
And say your goodbye's
To your husband or wife
Say your goodbye's
To your kids
When they were your life
I got an email today
It told me life is too short
Too short to sit back to waste
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Wait For Me
All these miles, haunting questions linger in my mind.
And all the while, making bad decisions out of line.
Still I've tried, to let go of the danger in my life.
It's alright, when that's the only thing I've left behind.
And there's still time...
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.
At this time, I'm counting all the reasons I should stay.
Bottom line. I'm missing all the things I gave away.
I remind, and see your face every single day.
Still I'm blind. I wish that there was something I could say
To make things right...
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.
Just hold on a little bit longer.
Thoughts and memories will be enough
My need for you is only growing stronger.
I know you don't understand it much
But it doesn't mean I have to care about you any less
It doesn't have a thing to do with that.
There's still so many questions that are gonna' be addressed
I'm sorry that it had to be like this.
But there's still time to make things right.
Wait for me. There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe, it's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me. I only hope that you'll remember me.
song performed by by Flaw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A minute away
I am minutes away from leaving this world
I remain unmoved and don’t develop any cold
It is time bid good bye and prepare for final departure
I remain calm and as usual not very sure
It is final count down and whistle is likely to blow
There won’t be any movement and body may go slow
It will slowly calm down with no sign of life
It has to leave for heavenly abode when it stops to breathe
There is sense of satisfaction on my face
Soon I will be lost and run out of race
Body may be cremated and here won’t be any trace
I shall unite there at my place with His grace
There nothing much to worry as I leave with satisfaction
Everything moved satisfactorily with all my actions
Now time has come and it will be soon over in fraction of seconds
I swim and sink for fresh air as fish in the ponds
The soul may not depart that easily for the want of desire
All relatives gather and all past deeds admire
It is their wish that I should depart without any pain
They pray for it and wish it should not go in vain
How one can see a person who remained so close for a long?
He might have caused damage or done something wrong
Still at the end of the time they wish happy journey
Everybody leaves behind bad memory including money
There remains desire for oasis water
We run all the time for needs to cater
Its futility will be realized at the end of tour
We may be leaving behind dark patches or slur
It is wisdom on the part of individual to rise
Act as honest man and possibly to remain wise
It is to be borne in mind for no regret at the time of demise
It will definitely take over with everybody’s surprise
There won’t be any time left for any regret
You must pass the things or allow letting
What is bound to happen may happen
It will be too late then
I always wished that end must be happy
It must be peaceful and without any worry
No one should be afraid of loosing the body
It may happen sooner or later to everybody
What do we leave behind for youngsters?
Who else will take care of our brothers and sisters?
This is routine matter and may take its own course
You should feel nothing and have any remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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