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My daughter

I called my daughter to be near bed side
She was awake whole night and eyes remained wide
She had no full sleep and that was cause of concern
Everybody felt badly in family as it was completely unexpected turn

She had baby boy with abnormality at birth
Everybody prayed for his good health
The things were not proving to be happy
It was leaving behind source of concern and worry

Why doctor had told something unusual?
Was his arrival on this earth not normal?
We were taken by surprise and almost broke
It was cruel blessings and ugly joke

I trust almighty and believe in his judgment
There may be good sign later on and no cause to resent
Yet it left deep scar on our mind for helpless child
He was paralyzed from body and partially blind

“Dear, do you trust in his power and have faith”
I gave her some solace and explained philosophy of death
We are here on this beautiful land for delivering the good
This must be borne in mind and clearly understood

“Whether certain things we like or not”
I added some thing more to be taught
She listened carefully and replied at once
“Dad, worry not this is reality and a given chance”

I stared at her face and thought of her philosophy
How strong faith she had in the power of almighty!
I was cutting sorry figure and here was daughter
A strong philosopher and dedicated mother

“Dad, do you know what happens after death”?
I was sinking in ocean of uncertainty on earth
She was adding further but I remained deep in thoughts
What a blissful changes she had or were brought?

It is rightly said that river finds her way in any case
No blockade can prevent her from rushing with chase
She has to meet her destiny in determined phase
There may be on the path sometimes smooth or hard ways

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All I wanted is for you to love me

All I wanted is for you to love me! ! ! !

  She had her when she was only 15 years old, and her baby was so beautiful! many people told her that, and she smiled tho  but! ! ! ! in the back of her mind she hated her child tho.From taking thee attention away that she craved! ! ! ! ! and she was thinking it will never be about her, but always about her so called  beautiful daughter.    Now as time went along  her mother blamed her for the  men that went away and didn't stay the mother claimed that men would say, that her child act so childish each and everyday that there developed a frown on the mother face like her daughter was the case that her men friends went away, but it was always how she miss treated her daughter in there faces like calling her Miss. little red **** In front of her male acquaintance and she would laugh! ! ! ! when they didn't think it was funny, she ask for them to leave, and they would say you crazy! ! ! If that was my baby you would regret the day you ever mat me. And when they left she start yelling at her baby telling her look what the **** you did again! ! ! ! Thee anger, the rage, the look she gave. She grabbed her baby slammed! ! ! ! ! her on her bottom in a chair and piece, by piece, start cutting her hair. Telling her you think your better then me! ! ! ! you think your prettier, then me, you red  **** You think you can compete with me **** even tho she's only eight years old. Talked  about her birthmark on her feet and said thats the start of you being ugly, and the daughter just cried! ! ! ! The mother said you make me do these things to you because you think you so got dam! ! ! beautiful. 
 
Years later a history of events occurred thur out the years and now the daughter is now 15 and her mom hating on her body, that she covered up all the mirrors or gave them away so her daughter wouldn't be able to look at her face. What ever the daughter can see thur the mother trash that too  the daughter asked why are you so mean and taking everything because this is mine **** you always think your cutter then me! ! ! You red ****you want to hit me so I can **** up your face! ! ! ! wearing your tight jeans acting like you so much better then me you red **** And the daughter didn't say a word she just looked at her and her mom responded you looking down on me and the daughter responded no! ! ! ! Then responded I should have gave you away when the doctor placed you in my ***** hand, and she went on to say that day I brought you home I should took your clothes off and left you in the cold! ! ! ! !  you red ***** should be thankful and grateful that I didn't do that **** to you I'm only telling you this for your own *** good! ! !  then her  mom said you want to hit me don't you **** and the daughter responded no but I'm sad for you tho, that you couldn't be the mother I needed  you to be, and it hurts it really hurts, and the mom responded **** you **** and the mom said  what is that chair doing in your room! ! ! ! I just wanted you to love me. The daughter stood up in the chair the mom responded **** get down off my **** the daughter said I would never be loved by you the mother said  you got that right! ! ! the daughter started to cry and the mom responded you ugly **** daughter went to her pocket grabbed the knife and cut her own wrist I had to do this JUST TO GET AWAY FRom you, you jealousy **** she smiled and fell to the floor bleeding to death. Then the mom started yelling noooooooooo my baby my beautiful baby girl! ! ! ! ! ! !

Clarence Williams of greater

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The garden

I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene
As it was unusual for me to have seen
The death of son who was born some hours back
Everybody in home were stunned and in shock

The garden comes to life when season comes up with flowers
It was evident from the fact that earth had enough of rain showers
My garden too was blessed with arrival of beautiful baby
We all had prayed for it so song and became so much happy

The happiness was short lived as child breathed little
We all tried hard but he breathed for a while and failed to settle
This was totally unexpected and sent us in shock waves
He brought the hopes for short while and caved in

I was given no room to think about the sad departure
The child was our great hope for the future
Even though I had daughter and son in family
The child was welcome and we missed him sadly

If all the flowers in garden boom freely and survive
No one may have faith in god and believe
Some flowers fade early and some stay for longer
It is philosophy of life that we all are stage actor

I consoled self and left it to the best counsel
Even though it was difficult to come out and feel well
I gave final look at the dead son and dropped few tears
The grief was proving difficult and taking me over

I know it is very difficult to bear and act
It is not in our control also to deny the facts
Life is temporary stage and one will have to leave
There is no other option and we got to believe

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I may miss her

It left a deep scar on mind
I was in pain to feel and find
The naked truth about reality
The very much essence of life and quality

In young age if someone deserts
It does have little effect of flirts
You are not matured enough to feel pulse
You always want new and something else

I was pushed in corner at sudden departure
She was no more with me to endure
All my pains and agony to be shared
We both had challenged and dared

I would ask her jokingly about death
“Who will lay the floral wreath?
What would you do in such situation?
She would feel pain urge for discontinuation

No one is immune from death or immortal
It may be natural, simple one or fatal
This fact is known to all and almost dreaded
Any advice in this regard is silently heeded

It was ample proof of our happy stay
She was in good state of health and never went away
Not a day would have passed that she not beside
I felt so much elated to find her on my side

It was pleasant to say good bye daily
It was done in a good faith to find her happily
She would glance at all the members of the family
I too would smile at her and acknowledge it gladly

I never thought end may come soon
I used to walk miles in the burning noon
With the only hope that I will have to rush
As I had seen her last in morning with brush

She will keep everything ready for next day
Ad I had forgetful nature all the way
It was her routine to make it doubly sure
I was careless about next day or future

Such happy days won’t be back again
She is not likely to come back and regain
As she was laid there motionless and dead
I could still see worry on her face and read

I felt as if she would speak something
Though she was nowhere to miss anything
I was left behind to take care of everything
She was heavenly abode for nothing

I know it is inevitable part
Every living thing has to depart
It is destiny and ruled for all
No one can escape divine call

I will not cry over her death
As I have full trust and faith
Even though she has left early
I may miss her very dearly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Sand Track

We walk barefoot on sand tracks
Leaving behind foot prints with nothing at stake
Within moment they will disappear
You need not look back or see from rear

Laughter is no free commodity
That is inbuilt and smells of humanity
You can crate or ignore
What else you can ask as more?

Eyesight is not a reason to worry
Immobility is not concern to feel sorry
We have lived life to its full length
Now why worry if that is taken over by death

We have lot more to share
As we were looked after with care
Let nature play its part and take us away
This is only right thinking to part the way

We remember almighty as creator
Our true guide, philosopher and mentor
What would have been we if not brought on this earth?
Let us faith due respect and unstinted faith

We gave to the world or family what ever we could
Now let them think about us or what they should
We are now lest concerned about what they may think
We have still enough of time on ship before it sinks

Let the end be also memorable and exemplary
Each stage has been made important are necessary
Like seasons change and leaves fall by taking clue
We must think only in those terms which are worth to view

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Age Old Dilemma

It has remained and been age old dilemma
But spelt well now by others and Dalai Lama
What we had understood about real life?
Was it merely passing time with very good wife?

That may be one good aspect
We failed to understand it and respect
It has always been a mystery and mirage
Lots of thesis can be written on long pages

Think of poor people who have nothing eat!
Look after family and children with two ends to meet
Very difficult to understand the philosophy in real terms
When situation is so tidy and cruelly turns

He has no where to go but fight to fill hunger
So much rage inside with lots of hatred and anger
Whole world seems against and remedy for poverty
Where is the time to remember good thing and almighty?

Those who have enough of means try for more wealth
They need enormous even at the cost of their health
Humanity is just farce and no value for human being
They want to have sway allover and rule as king

It may be naïve to discard such theory
It is cause of concern and worry
We spend the life in pursuit of money
There leaves less time to enjoy the honey

Life comes to an end when everything is in hand
Lots of relatives wait for speedy departure at the end
Since you have failed to realize happily with wealth
They want lion’s share after your early death

This dogma has remained for ever and may continue
No one has come out of it even after repeated review
It is mirage hunt that keeps us in fray
We are running after it and always going away

Some individuals successfully come out of it and enjoy
For them life is mission and should be continued with joy
It is likely not to come in thousands of years
So live up to full length even if some agony comes to bear

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Look at horizones

My eyes look at horizons and not blink
Heart skips a bit, refuses to obey and sink
Face turns pale from colour pink
Endless struggle and so much to think

I see the earth torn apart by season
Water boiling to a level without any reason
We have similar situation with troubles in lot
I try to find out the trouble spot,

Thought for a while it may heavily rain
Concern or worry will no longer remain
I always get panicky with bad news
Things slip away from hand and unable to view

Dryness on face with deep visible cracks
As earth turns dry with patches black
Green trees on sides but no shade
Throat seems slit with sharp blade

Rain and pain went away for good,
I remained speechless without any mood
Face reflected concern for shortage of food
Strong efforts to come out of wood,

Rain did not turn up in this season
No certainty without any reason
It caused so much worry and tension
So much was at stake and in question

Rain came at last but with little of water,
No relief, no joy and situation still tougher
No respite in addition to sufferings
It is not end to…………..

I sit and thin for no further hope
Situation tight as if to walk on rope
Days of isolation and unable to speak
Future seemed hopeless and very bleak

The position remains same and nothing is changed
Nothing seems in order and properly arranged,
Earth may show visible cracks and still will bear,
I may not have that courage, and power to hear

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The Story Of Nevermore

now I cast a hypnotic spell
to free a child from her hell
surrender now child fall deep in my spell
just come to me child and all will be well

rise now child in sleep you now come
walk now child thought your scenes stay numb
fall now child in to a peaceful dream
but nothing there is as it seems

even thought child in you dream all is right
really your body walks still throw the night
relax now child let that dream ease your mind
follow now child let my voice be your guild

don’t worry child my intentions are pure
you’ll be happy with me of that I am sure
I’m just so tired of being alone
I want a child all of my own

so sleepwalk now child to the pull of my charm
sleepwalk to me child you’ll be safe in my arms
nevermore child shall you cry out in pain
your old life will be lost but a new one will be gained

sleepwalk to me child you’ll be my daughter soon
find your way to me child by the light of the moon
sleepwalk to me child and I’ll show you my ways
all the things I can show you; you’ll be amazed

sleepwalk to me child your almost here
come to me child soon all will be clear
sleepwalk to me child come meet your new mom
soon the whole world will rest in your palm

I see you now child I have you in sight
I run to you child now all is right
your eyes are dazed child unseeing and blank
I can see you now child what a great daughter you’ll make

come to me child collapse in my arms
come to me child you’re safe now from harm
I hold you now child and cradle you close to my heart
I hum to you child as I carry you throw the dark

were home now dear child far from all you ones knew
were home now dear child only one thing left to do
I made this child a special potion just for you
and with it your life begins anew

drink this now child and let your past slip away
remember not one second not one moment or one day
your eyes close child as I release you from my spell
in conciseness you do not dwell

back in to slumber you fall ever so deep
I love how innocent you look in sleep
a new name you need child to mark your new life
you need a new name as you exist the light

your name is Nevermore My child Raven Nevermore
a name like none ever heard before
you are Raven Nevermore
a young witch of great power to explore

you are Raven Nevermore
my daughter now and evermore

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All of sudden

All of sudden whole sky got illuminated
It was wonder and no one new how it got originated
It has got relevance with the happening on earth
It was definitely a good sign to be linked with divine birth

Whenever this phenomenon occurred something was bound to happen
It was not to be just coincidence but new chapter was going to open
May be it was arrival of pure soul to take the refuge on lovely land
For the help of those depressed and deprived to strengthen the hands

All religion books are full of tales and speak of large volumes
It is totally unbelievable to have taken place in vacuum
Only pure soul with divine power might have witnessed such scene
It was to be rarest of rare that might have been observed and seen

“I shall visit the disciples when they are in need” verses read
You may find me among them at suitable time and lead
It is holy belief that hangs on very thin thread
You need to put trust, have faith and plead

It is how we have come to link the divine phenomena
It is totally unbelievable and unknown arena
It is reality and got to be believed with complete faith
Why do we remember almighty at the time of only death?

Just flash of lights in the sky for a moment is indication of bad omen too
Some bad may happen and believed by many is also equally true
It may so happen that some one might have been taken to heaven
Such miracles don’t happen often or witnessed even

It is generally believed to be rare occasion
The things to be laughed out simply is out of question
Such things happen once in a blue moon
All of sudden dark clouds rush in the sky in day light or noon

Whenever evil forces has taken over the helm of affairs or exceeded
The God has taken birth to hear the prayers from devotees and acceded
It may not be altogether true but it has happened at several places
The sufferings have been removed and brought the happiness on faces

Let us not undo the teachings of the divine power
It may cool your body as is felt in rainy shower
It has all the qualities to make you feel happy and grant the peace
Life is so lovely and to be spent completely at ease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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By force

People took me away by force
I was in tears as mother was only source
She was laid on floor breathless
Eternal peace and calm was seen on the face

I was holding firmly her hand
She was not only mother but more than a friend
"I will stay with you "she used to tell me daily
I may stare at her eyes but know nothing really

All mothers on this beautiful earth may be same
"I prayed almighty and asked many times"
Where from they were sent or came?
I did not get reply but "Mom "I called her by pet name

She would come near if I was found asleep
Keep moving hand over my head and silently peeped
Only to see if I was really not deceiving
Though she loved me and was completely believing

I resisted all attempts to be dragged away
They were all powerful and took me off the way
I cried with loud voice and cursed almighty
"Why did he do it "and showed no mercy

It was desperate cry and not reaching to any one
"Who will now feed me with love" thought while being dragged on
The tears were not stopping and again I attempted with sullen eyes
"You can't go near by place where your mom rests or lies" I was told

I virtually went blind fold
People were cruel and mindlessly cold
Why were they not allowing me to see her last time?
I wondered whether this may be happening with all sometimes

I looked at the hollow sky and twinkling stars
They were silently staying with me but from distance and very far
I thought of them as real companion and good friends
At least stars were crying with twinkling lights

"Let no mothers die and separate child like me" I prayed
If possible then some of the years may be added from my life for her stay
I had no other clue as how to over come this death issue
As I was prevented from seeing her or having clear last view

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A slip to sleep

I go in to sleep to meet sure shot death
It is nothing but belief and faith
I have always lived in fear with
When I woke up find the closed teeth

It is unusual to believe in mythological truth
We live in fool’s paradise for feeling to soothe
Nothing helps in turn other than to create bogey
Mind is arrested and thoughts don’t emanate free

Ho many deaths you have to go through in life span
Is it like floating on life pond like white swan?
Do we go deep in water and not coming back again?
What do we do to come in life and regain?

It is absolutely painless odyssey
No one can offer any logic or alibi
It is happening daily and almost certain
I develop no amusement or pain

There is o escape from sleep to slip
It is successful onward trip
We sit on throne as powerful king
All courtesans offer the dance and sing

It is another world with all the comforts
All thoughts of day rush from mind and report
You perform there as super hero
Though you are worth nothing but zero

It is better to die once
There won’t be any pain or worry hence
You die thousand times a day
The sleep is only easy way

It is almost impossible to live at ease
It is stagnated and no fresh energy to release
I am not at happy and pleased
I wake in sleep and life seems to be ceased

It is tortuous and full of agony
I don’t know but it may be suffered by many
It may unwant call to decide at this stage
Still it is difficult to stand alone and manage

Let it be probed fully to help us later
It has to come sooner or later
Whether it is in day time or in sleep
It definitely gives us good slip

Let us escape this confusion and stay clean
We have many ways and means
It can keep us away from worry and tension
It is not worth here for all the time to mention

The death certain and bound to take place
It is to be realized and can be read on face
it should not engulf our mind or lay a seize
Life may come to stand still any time and cease

Give a nice slip to sleep
Smile always and good health to keep
Good bye to mythology or any theory
Keep it way if it causes worry

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Sincere prayers

My sincere prayers
Coming from different layers
Inner outer core of heart
Feeling very nice from start
Ways different but not to part

You got to try and recover
No more to suffer
You may have different ideas and differ
Still I am with you and offer
My sincere prayer

There is good saying
Attention always paying
Foundation stone laying
For better relation and understanding
Good carrying words but not offending

You got to come out
No to simple fallout
Nothing to think about
Think of good future
Good feelings to nurture

You have to march ahead
Cool mind with straight head
Nothing to worry
Not in hurry
Not to feel sorry

You may come out of shock
Sound may not stop from clock
It will not block
Your straight path
If you retain good faith

What else one can pray?
Will it pay?
With new hope and bright ray
You may go ahead and find
Very good people around and very kind

So come out of sick mind
Ways and means find
Shower the love and blessings
You will find world with you
Only trust in Thou

Prayers always pay in return
It is now our turn
Face the truth and don’t show the back and run
Take he pledge under the sun
Don’t make any kind of fun

Since you have remained bed ridden
My emotions have remained hidden
They are trying to come out in form of tears
I can’t show it out and pain always bear
I try to pick up your words and hear

It is how I feel so deep
I can’t bear it and weep
Nights look barren and I can’t sleep
Through his window panes I try to peep
I burn with anger but smile I keep

You must come out of oblivion
Like players you shouldn’t rest in pavilion
Provide me with courage and inspiration
I can’t bear any more separation
It may lead to some kind of negation

I wish you to stand on your feet
I will be the first person to greet
You come out in open and meet
We shall clean up wounds and treat
I shall try to occupy permanent sear

I may not find any solace till you recover
You should make all efforts to cover
If you fail then everything will be over
I pray for your health till you fully recuperate
This is how I feel and is the tale of state

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Child in our home

It hurts most when dear one is lost
Mentally shaken, bodily broken and paying heavy cost
Lovely child has occupied beautiful mind
What a pain and agony when not to find

"We have rose like child in our home" wrote brother
You are father now and so is nice health of mother
He was third child after marriage and I was thrilled
My heart was full of joy and completely filled

I was to be her bed side when the date was given
I impatiently waited for that day to be driven
I was divinely shine on her face with satisfaction
She was damn happy with our growing relation

I was back from frontier posting and had left her home
We are expecting new born and awaited welcome
Nothing happened in those days of my leave period
She carried on with no result and left me annoyed

After resumption of my duty I received good news
I was unlucky to be her side and clearly view
Still I was happy that it was over with no more difficulty
I prayed earnestly and bowed head silently

"God has taken over your child" brother lamented loss
New born was dead after few days with many questions to pose
He was not afforded good treatment as doctors were on leave
It was vacation period and they were in hurry to leave

I rushed home and took the stock of situation
She was in deep shock and out of normal continuation
I felt helplessness at sudden departure of child
But alas! If that was the destiny we should not act as blind

Accept the fate and come to the terms
We all have to go one by one in turn
But sometime it derails out thoughts
We go blank and unnecessary advice is sought

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Go-Alone

One has to travel it alone
It is like surviving onslaught of cyclone
The life has made you for what you wanted to be
Resolute in mind, independent and totally free

You can decide the destiny
Having trust and faith in almighty
Certain things you may or have not
The desperate bid has to be made and force the way out

The relation built here are on temporary basis
There are no set views based on any thesis
It is one’s own mind that has to be read
Catch the path and go forward to lead

One may lead the life in isolation
As he may not find time to build the relation
The lovely companion in life is matter of luck
The ship always remains ground and struck

You have tried many times but failed
The chances were there but not availed
Something struck to your mind and it flopped
You were not encouraged and all the time stopped

You missed the bus as it was full
You made attempt were not successful
You could get in to occupy the place
But you had no resolve to find out and chase

You waited for someone to enter life
To walk hand in hand and to be called wife
It remained a dream and time passed away
You just waited for and gave the way

It will always be good to have someone
To look after in bad time and have fun
life is not merely probing ground to make run
but make it beautiful and worthwhile in turn

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Help Me To Cross

“Uncle, can you help me to cross the road”
Five years child was in dilemma with load
He was separated in crowd from family
I could hardly stop thinking and felt it as silly

I found an answer for all my burning questions
Some of them remained unaddressed and had no solution
I got the answer within minute from child’s anxiety
You need some one to cross over uncertainty

Many things crossed empty mind
Why was I worrying so much for it to find?
Many unhappy souls may be traced or found all over
All may need some solutions for cover

I have prayed and practiced true religion
Read many books and talked with many in regions
What did they think and practiced in time of crisis?
What was their faith and clearly open emphasis?

“We lived as usual and lost no courage”
“We felt no nervousness and could manage”
We don’t worry about tomorrow and die today
We help ourselves to find or take the help in any way

I felt shy as to why I was only foolish on this earth
Why was I scared so much about invisible fear of death?
Why did I care about things which were just in conception?
Why prayers were not made to almighty for right adoption?

I looked with the suspicion and blamed cunning mind
Why was that tiny part remaining aloof and blind?
Why hundreds of persuasions were not making it to budge?
I found the answer and blamed self without any grudge

If child can find way and others live with simple calculation
What the hell was I wasting precious time for questions?
When simple answer was lying within inner walls
What was needed to make frantic search and calls?

We are responsible for running after oasis water
We know for sure that it is beyond our limit to alter
We can argue with self about the ways to deal with
But certainly not blessed with or armed with teeth

I slept whole night with full satisfaction
Neither was it related with any such excitation
Nor with fulfillment of any such indication
It was purely evident from self exploration

It is easy to live with whatever we have
The desire may be natural for more to crave
Yet we can put some halt to expectations
As it has all the ways to put the limitations

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New born

"Wake up, fast" I was shaken from deep sleep
Remain awake and be fit enough to keep
And run for any help they may require
Mother was on heels and just passed on fire

"What a man you are "your wife has delivered a baby"
Finish everything and report that you are ready
We are rushing to hospital to welcome new born
Now you may be under control and governed

Mother smiled wearily but it was fact
I was still running careless and not serious enough to act
What she must be in mind I failed to know
But of course it strict order to go

What an anxiety to feel as father
Child was asleep but cared by mother
Taken in lap and covered with smooth cloth
There was deep smile on her face and seemed happy both

This may be called glorious day for all mothers
As their life mission is fulfilled like others
What if later on children desert or don't look after!
Now was the time to enjoy happy moments and roar in laughter

Beautiful child opened his eyes and cried
Wife carried him to give me and carefully tried
Mother stared at me silently but happily smiled
New entry was confirmed and filed

You become responsible person all of sudden
Since yesterday you were careless and not taken note of even
Today you are father of child and everybody wants to share moment
"Congrats dear" not a single soul will be left to remind of development

I may be unconcerned as all these happenings
But surely thanked God for new beginning
The sun has shown over my carrier
Nice label of father has been put and removed all other barriers

I shared eye contact with wife
She was elated and felt the taste of real life
She may have lot more to do with new born
But now I was laden with lots of responsibility and concern

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Where I'm In FAITH!

Within a place that creates completeness in oneself,
a place that needs no obstacles,
a place that needs positive reaction,
negative resolution, and stressful elimination:
powers within oneself to have faith
in the faith G-d has for me.
Seeking a miracle is a waste of my time
for the miracles that come to my life
are truly the miracles of creation,
creation of a strong black woman
who can make all things happen,
who can provide for her family,
who can live without the idea of dying
due to destruction seen before her.
I am a miracle in itself as are you,
our faith in ourselves will benefit us
more than the faith we have in what can be done by prayer;
having faith in what we can do to make our prayers reality,
many of our questions have answers,
having faith, and the courage to know the answers are a given,
we are from the breath of the almighty,
we are the world, we are what he has faith in.
Looking for an easy fix is the thought of an addict,
for I am not an addict for life, I am a solution for living.
Look within my eyes and see the miracle of creation,
copyrighted by God himself,
the creation of perfection in his eyes;
Life was given to us as a gift, as a lesson,
a learning experience
with that gift
we were given the ability to survive,
some survive some just live;
I am a survivor, a creation that makes me full,
full of complete joy for I am a gift to this world,
to myself, to nature, as the world,
and nature is a gift to me;
I am a child of God
with that I know my prayers have answers,
before I ask he gives,
he gives me the ability to be the strength
that you seek,
the power that you need,
the fullness of the empty glass,
the waters that flow, the air that blows,
the rain that pours, the heat that warms
I am a miracle, as are you,
see within your reflection
as your creator seen when he gave you life,
be strong, don’t blame, don’t worry,
do all that you can to make your life the best you can
for the faith that he has in you
can never be measured by numbers
the faith he has is you is much greater
than the faith you have in him,
for he is the almighty,
you are simply the creation!

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Live without him

I would live without him
I would go deep and swim
To find the hidden treasure
To miss the truth and measure

I did not fail dope test
Just wanted to have respite and rest
Despite having done all the best
Nothing was coming out it just

We are essential parts of life
What would it mean if I prefer to be your wife?
Will it change entire scenario for both of us?
If we continue to live at odds and without trust/

I thought and re- thought over entire gamut
There were nothing but ifs and buts
You were proving difficult
It was adding injury to insult

I am confident and respected female
I would never want domination from male
I shall subdue and submit when needed
And rise when injustice is committed

We are not helpless and pet animal
We too want and wait for spring’s arrival
Who will not want the beautiful roses on the way?
Why something should be done to take you away?

I remained silent only with mind
It was not at all difficult for you to find
My eyes could have revealed many things
Yet you failed to grasp and catch something

We are not simple helpless animals grazing on the ground
Even they react badly when chased or nothing to be found
It is give and take so far as the honor is concerned
No one can be pushed extreme and unnecessarily cornered

I would not buy the argument in favor or against
It should follow the natural justice and is must
We have to push the chariot wheels of precious life
Even though it is as difficult as edge of knife

We have strong mettle to prove to the world
You can not blow hot and at the same time cold
The world is totally different today and full of the challenge
One must try to live honorably and positively manage

There may be some strong appetite for body hunger
It is necessasity and some times can not be solved with anger
Even though the matter is delicate and needs some serious thought
The life can not be put at peril and unreasonable solution to be sought

It is not easy for woman to survive amidst hard times
But it is not to be forgotten altogether sometimes
Life is like ocean and one must decide to swim or sink
There has to be no double mind or any other option to think

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pains and agony with pleasure

Did you endure all pains and agony with pleasure?
Did you ever consider its length for sure?
Did you ever regret that it is His will and wish?
You got to trust him till the life is finished

Were you kept low for future good?
Sometimes you were not afforded food
Was it His blessings to keep you near?
If answer is in 'Yes” you have all the rights to live without fear

He may respond to your undisputed faith
That he may be kind till your death
It is wish of almighty to shower the happiness
You stand fast with strong faith and face

Life is not what you see it from the outset
It will never reveal or make others to let
It will shape as per efforts put in
It may face failure or outright win

No one has judged it for sure
No one can predict the future
It has to be based on tremendous efforts
It may be made easier with good rapport

Shade or no shade, it has to be struggled till the end
You have enough time to regroup, think and mend
The lost time may never be recovered
Yet there is enough of opportunity for new things to be discovered

You may come out with triumph
You may sign it with your thumb
The happiness may run for quite sometime
Yet uncertainty may take over at any time

Live and face as it comes
Laugh it out and always welcome
New leaf is to be opened with passing of each day
The failure may be pushed miles away

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Control Emotions

I could vividly remember their presence around cot
The doctor was hurriedly called or brought
I sensed some checks were going on body
Surely they were hands of experts or somebody

I was not sweating yet felt some water drops on face
Daughter was unable to control emotions in this case
Time was running out and she had to take decision
In few hours from now I shall be no more as living person

I gathered the strength and tried to murmur
It was difficult to speak but tried to utter
She leaned over my head and landed an ear
It seemed as if I was away since many years

“You are intelligent girl and can think of future”
“Don’t get perturbed over my departure”
I was loosing pulse yet spoke few more words
“Just push ahead and never look backward

“Miss me not” for work has not been left unfinished
Any living being has to go and stand perished
Whoever has come on earth may have to depart
This is philosophy of life and inseparable part

She was loosing control with emotions
What else was to be picked up as lessons?
Gain the strength and steadily walk one the rope
I had advised her not to loose hope

This is how life is to be spend and carried on
If stay undecided then most of the life might be gone
Something good has to be picked up and followed
Emotion and attachment are not to take over or allowed

Death is certain and in knowledge of everybody
Heaven may accept soul leaving behind the body
The mortals may be consigned to flames to merge with earth
The mission was accomplished as life was lived after birth

The relatives and children may lament the demise
As life was spent with struggle and lots of promises
I tried to close the eyes for eternal sleep
But won’t know when I may sleep in coma very deep

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Defend other mothers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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