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My kingdom

I shall say no to everything
Except one for simple reason being
That it keeps me in jovial mood
Dreams have remained always tonic or food

I might have suffered stress during the day time
I might have cursed life even sometimes
But the moment I am handed over to deep sleep
I have every reason to smile and need not weep

I wear jewels thudded crown
The empire is of my down
I rule the kingdom
Where there is all kind of freedom

Thousands of courtesans bow their head
I acknowledge their greetings as head
Everybody is ready to obey and oblige
I sink with joy and feel more than the size

Dream palace is nice place
Where you are never in race
You live along and act as per wishes
End is nice with very good finish

Best of the people are at your service
Beautiful ladies take care much to your surprise
You have everything at your disposal
With lots of people standing in queue for proposals

Here I have no threat to my existence
I spend time at ease and with consistence
There is no room for any kind of worry
You are troubled only when woken up with sorry

It is poor man's kingdom
Where no one wants to miss seldom
This is only place where you can easily relax
With no surcharge, no levy or any kind of tax

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Is My Boy

Where is my boy?
I saw you come out of a scene.
Maybe in some kind of dream.
Something that never comes.
Time that I take...
See over in arms Ill race.
Ill race in to find you.
Ill race in to find you.
Time stands.
I open your house to my world.
I see you come out of it all,
Unharmed and unscathed,
And shoutin, oh.
Come on in.
In houses I live in.
And changes youre making.
To the state of affairs.
Callin where is my boy?
I have seen you so often.
I cry where is my boy?
Oh, have you all forgotten?
That in some kind of dream,
Have I seen you before.
Oh have I seen you before?
Oh, where is my boy?
So come all the way.
Changin the number.
Changin the house where you live.
Change your lines.
Have I seen you before?
In some kind of a dream?
In a place youve forgotten.
A place Ive forgotten.
So where is my boy?
When I kneel in your arms,
I flew awry.
Where is my boy?
Have I seen you before?
In some kind of a dream?
Have I seen you before?
In some kind of a dream?
Your arms and your legs are shattered.
Where is my boy?
Where is my boy?
I said where is my boy?
Have I seen you before?
When I look in your eye,
Tell me he had to go.
Said I seen you before,
In some kind of dream.
Seems Ive seen you before.
In some kind of a dream.
I say where is the boy?
Have I seen you before?
Yeah, I saw you before.
In some kind of a dream.
I say where was my head?
When I needed it most?
Oh, I stayed here before,
Yes I stay in the place I know.

song performed by by Coldplay
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I am in crazy in love with Girls

It amazing how life is transformed sometimes
I don’t know whether it because of the changing of the season
But let me tell something interesting
When I was young I could pay no interest that there are people who are beautiful
As soon as I grew up I had people talking to me
They say what a beautiful child am I.
But today I am old
As long as I could see I could see that there people who are beautiful

Next to me I sit along a beautiful girl both left and right
Even the room where we are is beautiful
That is the way why I offer a smile to each and everyone for the first time
I can see the reason why I lick my finger no more
It because such nice people give a warm welcome baby
Yes they can say what ever wrong to me but I think I must forgive them
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies

Wooo hhooh woo huhu hugh

poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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On right side

I have tested it all
Responded well with the call
Yet I remain on the back seat
People avoid to look at me and greet

I had been kind enough to people
To render all kind help in case of any trouble
Yet it all boomeranged on me like surprise attack
As if some of my interest was at stake

It is good quality of person if nobility is paid in same coin
Why at all good work must result in some kind of pain?
Is it so difficult to tell person a simple thank you?
Not in response to kind gesture but in recognition of truth

It is human nature to forget soon
Like we get relaxed after hot afternoon
Life may have faced many difficulties
But soon to forget when attained full capability

Elder may boost of having seen the age
They have lot more to tell and write on page
But what if you are given cold shudder?
Disregarded altogether and shown the ladder

You may know exactly what is to be done in course of time
You may be pushed aside in some of the cases sometimes
That may give you room to think and brace up for challenge
So it is mental state where you feel nothing and try to manage

It is good to be on right side
Acknowledge and if possible oblige
It is nice of a person if good things are remembered
Truth may always surface even if tempered

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Top Of The World

If you ask sincerely about my wish
I would certainly say that I wish the day to finish
With whatever I could do for livelihood
Whether with means clearly understood or not

'Hello dear good night and happy sweet dreams'
Sun may slowly disappear and end its rays beam
Dead night may slowly approach with calm and peace
Nothing to think about and finally relax at ease

I love to be in the arms of sweet dream queen
Even though I daily wait for sun to end soon
So as to reach with no worries and get lost
No extra amount to pay and absolutely at no cost

This is only arena where no one restricts
No order of any such kind emerges or instructs
You are the master and can choose any one you like
No worry lines or unhappiness ever strikes

I will find my self on big bed with rose petals
With all beautiful attendants ready to serve on arrival
I shall look at them with pride and satisfaction
Any one could think of me as foolish person in action

I have thought number of times about such tendency
Why do we rely upon unreality and try to deny?
Bare and naked fact that hunts us through out
We then take refuge in dreams and talk nothing about

It is nice to have dreams and feel top of the world
It is equally good to rule over domain and remain in fold
Yet some of the matters need solution in day time
Nights are only meant to relax not to work over time

Next day I would laugh it out as mere repetition
About sequences that I had faced as burning questions
Here I was ruling as single man and taking fast decisions
Where as in real life I remained inactive with confusion

We have no control over night as it 'no more' syndrome
You are actually dead in silence and gone
Everything is taking place in dead mind
Where person enjoys and never fears to find

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Really crazy

Some of the friends are really crazy
It will be damn difficult and not easy
To convince fully with real intent
I always feel bad about it and repent

Why can’t they understand the feeling behind?
Why do they not apply instinct and mind?
What does “no” mean to be taken for every time?
Is it proper to term it as affront and crime?

Nia is my best friend and wishes me every time
I wish to see her but does not say yes anytime
“No” she will reply and log out in anger
I will repeat every time the same and face the danger

She will not insult but not respond well either
She might have felt bad in past doesn’t want the storm together
I too understand but prefer to remind her and tease
She will smile but not make me feel at ease

I will repeatedly say “Friends are friends”
They will remain same at the end
They should know and recognize the face
She will not relent and budge in any case

I would tease her by saying “yes plus yes means yes”
I would further add by saying “No plus no means also yes”
She would assert and reply “once said means final no”
She is kind and I would never thinking of leaving her and go

She would contradict her own stand by saying different
“Opposite poles attract each other and like poles repellent”
I would laugh and offer no comment for simple reason
She is nice and very kind hearted person

The God has given a kind heart to the lady
She will oblige and always show she is ready
Only if the real intent and honesty is to be shown
No one can then stop you to occupy the position and own

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We near to God

This is how we near to God
Pray and memorize as His words
Not in helplessness but as embodiment
The heart feels the pulse as right moment

What in turn we get is so precious
All ideas in purest form without being vicious
You try the feeling of being pious
The life goes on and remains continuous

Prayers are meant to provide relief
It has been remained our general belief
It may be bore out of some frustration
Yet it transforms the person with good indication

You develop kind feeling when find at holy place
A place to find refuge without to be in mad race
Complete peace with no rushing of any evil intent
These are the feelings you receive as heavenly sent

It is real reflection of mind
You feel very generous and kind
As the heavenly spirit is just entering
Your whole concentration is centering

It is worth try to feel in vicinity
As He is not near by but in infinity
You still worship him in good mood
That is your life and it serves as tonic or food

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rome and Juliet

I rose from the bed and looked so sound
As if I was king of Rome and Juliet was around
I had sense of fulfillment with catch of precious jewel
It was not horrified but sweetest story to tell

I had ventured in another kingdom
I never thought of it and prefer seldom
I had heard many stories of fairy tales
The beautiful women were kept in captives and on sales

As the caravans marched on, there was hectic movement
The streets were full and presented quite amusement
My eyes were searching for only ladies kept in captivity
I had heard about their beauty and of fine quality

Though I was dressed in simple attire
Many joked on me with satire
What was I searching in this flash market?
I was just memorizing the good lines from the sonnet

Who would be my dream queen offered on sale?
I looked around anxiously with face almost pale
The worry lines crossed brazen face with anxiety
I could find no revealing face with variety

The long shout drew my attention
My eyes were pulled in that direction
There was prize tag on woman’s face
No one was able to pick the prize for race

I was almost stunned to find dream queen
She was almost there for whom I was so keen
Yes, she was the same adored and preserved
I had thought of her, desired and fully deserved

I put highest bidding prize beyond anybody’s reach
It was double combined to all of them each
She was almost mine now and adore the crown
I sensed the honor and felt the pride of own

It is dreamland where all meet with preferential treatment
All are found around to make the beautiful movement
You are the king and everything move as per your desire
All courtesans and servants stand in queue to admire

Such is fallacy in one’s own kingdom
You have no restriction and full freedom
Your word is law and strictly binding
There is seldom any excuse finding

What makes person in real life to dream?
Few troubled moments take him to swim
It takes him to different land for finding the solution
It is state of weak mind which lacks the firm resolution

I was still in king’s role with beautiful queen
Morning was very pleasant and all were happily seen
I sense trouble the moment to find in real world
I was to be no where in palace and developed the cold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Freedom in His Kingdom

The Lord wants us to have freedom
That was His will from the beginning
Then for those who are not living free
Know that there is something wrong
Perhaps you are not where you belong
You need to search well for your freedom
You should live free in the Lord's kingdom
By His salvation we have been made free
Then being free we should be able to serve
And do our best service in God's kingdom
Even to lead those dying in sins to freedom
Take time out to see the signs of the times
It is urging on the end owing to many crimes
So let's do something that's right for the Divine
Like helping those souls dying in sins to freedom
Life in Christ is nice as He can set everyone free
And freedom needs to reign in God's kingdom
It's right to set free those who are bond by sin
Then we must do what we can to set them free
Even by saying this to them Jesus Christ is alive
Just get in service for Him and you'll do fine
With the Lord there's an everlasting freedom
Quit sinning and enjoy life in His kingdom.

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poem by Clarence Prince
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Those Red Hat Ladies!

These ladies are always ready
For a cheerful kind of sound
For it’s all about planning
To pass the humor around

To put aside the stress in life
And look on a brighter side
To find something to smile about
And take life on a fun-filled ride

Bright red fedora hats they wear
Something unique to see
It was all about the ladies
Like you and yes, like me

Who want to put pressures aside
If just for a little while
To smile and prance around
In a classy kind of style

It’s all about friendship and laughter
There are no what-if's or maybe’s
When they all get together
Those exciting Red Hat Ladies!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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A dubious life

I have led dubious life through out
Never knew about falling apart or facing rout
It did not occur to me in simple way
I was in dark for the want of bright ray

I enjoyed in all the aspects
Fame, money and name in all the respects
It was coming from one direction
It was centered on my false action

I knew it was cheating to soul
I involved in all dirty games with foul
I was not sure of its consequences
It was nothing but mastery over sentences

The careful choice of words played the trick
I was playing them with the same stick
It was merely a deception and treachery
Though I was not the master in archery

It was striking in exact spot
The luck was favoring even though I was not allotted with slot
It may be coinciding with favorable wind
I could get everything easily and comfortably find

I was flying high with all sorts of results
Never faced reversal or any kind of insult
I realized its importance in true sense
It had so much value in present tense

I have passed through so much pain and agony
It meant so much to me in terms of fame and money
You are worthless if you do not have or lack
Too much suffering and many things are at stake

I wish no one is passing through such dilemma
It is stage of uncertainty coupled with trauma
A person may be drawn deep with lots of harassment
The whole of sky may befall on him for the moment

I faced such situation with calm posture
Employed all the ways for making it sure
Nothing troubled me in whole of my tenure
I was free from worry and completely reassured

When I sit under roof and give serious thought
So many views surface and eventually are fought
Finally the truth emerges and makes you restless
You think life spent was useless and worthless

It is considered as period for transformation
The golden period for attainment and salvation
If at all good sense prevails to seek solace?
Individual may be ready to leave even palace

He has still the time left in his disposal
He may be battling in mind with very good proposals
“Something worthwhile must be done at the end”
No hatred of any kind and all should be made friends

Think of a nice end that you may be contemplating
All pro and cons may be thought over and equating
Suddenly one though may rule permanently
Is that what I lived is important or is that I am leaving behind instantly?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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And take me....

Walk along and take me to shore
Shower the love and words some more
Is it not the love a heavenly gift?
Why there should be ignorance and complete shift?

I longed number of years for your company?
I expected your warmth and need to accompany
Why there should be distrust even if any?
Love should be the only concern to avoid many

You were not hollow like endless sky
I dreamed a lot and never asked why?
I used to hide the face and felt very shy
It was earnest desire and very good try

I shall hold you till the end
Always ready with flowers and messages to send
Take me on the sea waves to swim across
Let there be no danger of any kind to pose

You take me to ride on your powerful wing
I lean on your solder to whisper and sing
You may hold the sway on my kingdom as king
How to express the joy as lucky most being

I shall be ready to share your sorrow
Do everything at my disposal for better tomorrow
You afford me a chance to with your forever
I shall do whatever is possible however

You are the only one who can taken in refuge
I am not in position to decide or refuse
You may have inclination but with different views
I know only one thing that my love is very much overdue

All beautiful flowers are ready to boom
I have decorated them nicely in room
I don’t know how really spring can blossom
You will be really looking unique and handsome

Unconsciously I was dreaming in day light
I think it is natural and perfectly right
People around may consider it as sheer madness
When I may be seen moving with sadness

I have no reason to feel insecure
You are fully aware and made it sure
It is sufficient to make me feel at home
Hand in hand to enjoy and freely roam

May be this is called heaven on earth
To fulfill the mission is the reason for birth
Why not make it beautiful and of real worth?

I shall not fear from any set back
I too shall my head to Him and sincerely thank
It shunt’s have been possible to find you easily
Though I was unprepared and acted silly

I may not live long but rule for ever
Heart and mind will always act together
It is clear win for two peace loving soul
Clear drive with only goal without any foul

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Smile

Life may not stop for a while
If you walk with me for an extra mile
Sweet talk with fragrance and smile
Unique and gorgeous with different style

It leads me to believe in different way
Can beautiful smile shine the ray?
Can this not help us to usher in peace?
Lead life peacefully without unrest and at ease

Smile can make thousands of flowers to boom
As children roar with laughter in room
It is precious gift from the God to us
Grab the opportunity before you miss the bus

Big empires were saved from disintegration
Queen’s beautiful smile facilitated amalgamation
Saved from so much from bloodshed and annihilation
Smile has got direct bearing on life with relation

One beautiful smile can make person to think twice
Bachelors may dream it with desire before demise
Killer’s heart can be changed with kind smile
Without any change secrets will remain only in file

Let whole world benefit out of it
Hope and expectations emerge and lamp is lit
If thousand of lives can be spared with simple reason?
Then why do we need autumn and spring season?

Why smile plays important and crucial role?
It doesn’t sever the relation or make hole
We should strive hard to follow and maintain
Can peace message be spread and hatred contained?

Life may be hell if you live with stress
Good smile may force you to confess
It can lead to happy union with purpose
If smile is offered with beautiful rose

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life not together

Life is not what it meant to be
It is difficult to get from it free
Meanwhile you have already become big tree
You can’t escape from the responsibility and flee

As a child you have remained together
Your absence at any time makes family to bother
You feel it as yoke on your neck
All will heave a sigh of relief when you are back

In school you are together with friends
Study may continue with progress and day may end
Game in ground with securing a clear goal
No one has liked it with ending in foul

Youth has knocked the door as if arrival of spring
High ambitions and colorful dreams with songs to sing
Very much liked by all in family with high hopes for future
You are making everybody joyous and making it sure

You have loved and remained together through out
You were carefree and had nothing to think or bother about
One delicate face of innocent was already over
You wanted somebody else to provide you the cover

You have something in heart to take care
You want your dream girl to come from somewhere
Take the legitimate place and rule the kingdom
It is going to be an end of your freedom

So far you have lived and spent together
You had brother, sister father and mother
You never looked beyond four walls
Now you are out to receive sweet calls

Your priority is fully changed
You are out to create place of your own and manage
It is lovely life that is in your mind
You search for beautiful mate and wish to find

The search ends in success
You have it with pride and smiling face
The reality is before you to realize
You may have to act responsibly and be very wise

Only few years have been very lucky for you
You were proving talent and everything was going through
You have whatever you had desired in life
Now you had the companion in the form wife

Life is another name of tragedy and comedy
No one has got any clue or some kind of remedy
It spoils your carrier and spent with lots of worry
Time is approaching soon to feel bed with sorry

Life ways have become wide open and separate
You have no good relation to feel proud and relate
Days seem longer than night and nights too shorter
Your are considered fool and serious talk is leading to laughter

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never Say

Never say go to hell,
It is nicely placed and looking well,
All are happy after doing great job
Don’t try for their place to rob.

No one may get golden chance
As it is afforded only once
You will not be allowed
As you have not really followed

Why did you live nobly?
You could stay cruelly
You could snatch bread
Make so many to feel hell over dead

Don’t try and abolish hell
It is nice place to narrate and dwell
So much untold experience
No suffering but place to enjoy at once

If you could live comfortable here
You can spend nice time there
Here others were sufferers
There no one will be with you to offer

Say that you were right
You got it without any fight
People thought it might relieve their plight
If you are given something for your might

So nice place even if you go there
All there to accompany you better
You can share nice information
There is no quarrel over any question

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It could be so nice....

It could be so nice to learn how to fly.
Though it’s a difficult task, but…
Let’s have a try!
It seems an easier task to learn to see a smile
among thousand of angry faces,
but… we are not on the races.
Let’s have a try!
It could be so nice to learn how to dream
and in the dreams to fly in the future.
It could be such an adventure
with knowledge to capture.
It could be so nice to learn how to believe
in love, in joy, in good and kind poems,
in awesome meetings that are random.
It could be so nice to see,
but better to understand,
yourself and others,
your fathers and mothers.
It could be so nice to learn how to live,
to admire the stars in the sky,
to watch the seagulls fly,
to catch and value the moment
with the short name – LIFE.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I dream of...

I dream of a place up above called heaven 
I dream of a place where I can rest forever 
Where I can be with my family as a kid 
Caring about nothing but mom's kiss 
And dad's hug 
Where I can be the tomboy, spending time with my adorable brothers 
I dream of leaving this world peacefully 
Forgiven by god and secondly by people 
I dream of a reputation that would nourish life after I'm gone 
I dream of millions of people coming to my funeral 
I dream of an imaginary world emptied of hatred and estrangement 
I dream of a windy weather, cold yet does not make me cough 
I dream of a time when I can laugh non stop with the people I love the most without having a tragedy later that would make me regret 
I dream of a time when I finally settle down somewhere comfortable 100% sure I will never leave 
Please god, these are my dreams for once and for all 
These all I wish for
If i had one reason to stay,  
It would be to obey  
And here I am asking for your forgiveness,  
And asking you to take my soul whenever you think I'm ready  
 

poem by Zubaida Boland
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A poems are treasure

Neither poems are lost treasure
nor they are means of pleasure
they are meant to be enjoyed by others
We need not go into it and bother

they are never lost from mind
They appear in many forms and we do find
there is place and existence
it has no past but real presence

Why do the thoughts emerge?
Why do they compel and urge?
Some happy moments to bear the shape?
Though with some bitter moments of shame?

It has equal bearing and importance
They invade sudden and at once
We got to give them place and honor
They may represent reality with horror

It may not be appreciated or liked by all
It may not be able to bring down the wall
But it will definitely pierce through the mind
Where it will generate the feelings very kind

It is simple projection coming out from clear conscience
It is reflective mood of the presence
It might have witnessed many pulses of high magnitude
It may speak nicely of the individual's attitude

Can any one take notes on piece of paper and write?
Can that draw any attention when you call some one or invite?
It may be commented as good or nice
But no one may commit or assure with promise

Many may be writing with great skill and deep feeling
It may not be finding favor or end with reeling
It is not the simple tact of conveying the message
It is not usual to come with the passing of the age

The poems are reflection of the natural mood
It acts like nourishment and serves as food
It is phenomenal development of the mind
It is generally accepted for its rich kind

It is nice medium to feel and convey
It responds to pure feelings and obey
It is not just putting of the simple views
This fact is realized by only few

The poems must find and be read in real context
It must have unique thinking with powerful text
It has writer's mind with powerful couplet
It should not meet cruel fate

The poems are read with zeal
It is not fictitious but real
It may serve as tonic or meal
It can assuage your feelings or heal

It is reflective mood of the poet
He can compose all but can't keep quiet
The poems may serve as eternal ground
We may like it more with intense bond

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice jokes

How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find

To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready

What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly

See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action

Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason

Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears

It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind

Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mom, Where You Are!

You are hung on big white wall
A symbol of peace and look very tall
It is life size picture standing alone
Reminds me of the lovely days that have gone

Why did you leave us behind?
How much generous you were and kind?
How could you do that in hurry?
We are left helpless and in constant worry

Mom, daily I stand in front of your picture
You are live in my eyes and making it sure
You have not left us alone it seems
Why do I feel to be in night dreams?

Mom, tell me first, why did you go at all?
People tell it is not good place and like living hell
What will you be doing there without us?
I don’t believe anything and yet fully trust

No, you come back and take us in your fold
I feel we are left alone and just have been sold
We did not realize about absence or were told
We want no treasure, money or gold

Mummy, please hold my hand and take me out
Markets are flooded with toys as they all talk about
This is first time and I don’t see you around
You are no where here to be seen and found

I won’t celebrate any of the festivals
Till I see you in home with arrival
You left when I was fast asleep in your lap
Someone told me about your demise with big slap

I refuse to believe in almighty and his acts
Why did he do it alone with me in fact?
We feel helpless and have no place to go
The chilly wind reminds us all when it gently blows

With each silent knock, we rush to the door
We get up hurriedly from sleep when some steps are heard on floor
Oh mom, no reason to be away for so many days
You stay here permanently and don’t think of going away

Will you not listen to my voice with appeal?
I miss you so much at heart and cry in real
I am completely broken and miss every beat
I hear silently your sweet voice and rush to greet

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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