My request
If my request is acceded to and offered rebirth
I will ask for it with inclusion of death
That will constantly remind the futility of life
Something to be feared of double edge of knife
What will I do if offered or given a chance?
What will be my first priority at once?
Will it be for amassing wealth?
Or maintaining high status with good health
None of it either for silly cause
It is not asked for making same use
It is for something new and innovative
Life with aim, to be precise and very subjective
I would air lovely music in air with lovely peace message
That may be liked by the groups of different ages
I may compose verses that may remain for years to come
Read by all alike and recite it to welcome
I would love to practice only one thing
The human being’s mind is little difficult from something
You won’t know what is actually going inside
The perception and actual performance largely remains wide
If I am blessed with divine sight and vision
I shall take care to see that there remains no more confusion
I could rehearse and put it on fresh pages
Your divinity with purpose and purges
I may have endless journey
Traveling across without any wealth or money
Spreading across necessarily a universal brotherhood
To start with and know the mind of neighborhood
If I can win the tiny hearts of some people
I shall certainly prove capable
My rebirth will be accomplished with good fame
Work will never be undone with shame
Deliver me blow in sound sleep
So I have little chance to weep
At least I may have satisfaction of being provided
The much awaited rebirth with all the good work coincided
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
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Money Ain’t God
Money is not God,
Albeit good health and great wealth
Will put a commoner in the position to afford
The most luxurious amenities on earth.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud;
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
A King or a Queen, without good health,
Is sinking at the bottom;
He or she is dead, indeed worthless.
A penniless pauper, with great health,
Is wealthier than one can fathom;
He or she is darn blessed.
God is wealth;
God is health;
Money ain’t God;
Money ain’t God.
Good health and great wealth
Are like divine gifts;
Adding a little wisdom and a good heart,
Such combo will put a cherub on a celestial lift,
Where life is wonderful and set apart.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud,
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
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A Life of Mystery!
Human life is a great mystery yet to be unravelled!
As long as soul is there in the body man survives;
How the soul has come and where the soul goes
Nobody knows yet making it difficult to believe it!
Independent survival depends on the work one does;
Work makes one survive standing on one’s own legs.
Many rely on money but work only provides money;
The good work one does brings support from all ever.
As long as body is healthy and strong soul remains
Recharged by energy from food and good rest ever.
Stabilising body health and knowing the truth of all
Exploration of spirit in all beings of Nature clears doubts.
Spiritual exploration is a mystical experience of mind
That only brings peace, joy, love and glow to humans!
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Inward Strength
The journey is never limited to physical traveling
It is about exploring the avenues and availing
What can be best for human life in further quest?
How to adjust to the situation as possibly as best?
The lust for smooth company never ends
They can never remain as good friends
You will be deserted as soon as your fortune is in doubt
There remains only unhappiness and gloom to talk about
Same way you are pushed very far to get the wealth
You care for nothing in blind race including health
What you get after making all desperate bids?
Exactly you may be unaware or blind without any lids
When you are fully contended with what you had expected?
What was achieved and how much can be really respected?
As there is no end to our fancy and hunger for materialistic world
We may go to any extent for acquiring even if soul is to be sold
As time nears for your departure, you suddenly wake up to reality
You may think of another world by thinking of its futility
You try to work on some religious books and get some solace
Go for all kinds of ways, search new grounds and shun the palace
The inward strength sprit doesn’t allow you to surrender
You are getting some kind of signals as reminders
Something must be done at this stage for lovely end
Change whole life system with complete new trend
You are now living a free bird
Flying high in open and aim at skyward
This is time when you think of infinity
Best way to reform with liberal approach and fine quality
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A simple journey
There was absolutely no movement in his body
He was resting on ground motionless like anybody
It looked as if one simple object was lying?
All thought he was dead or was dieing
These are the saddest moments in the life
It is easy to walk on the edge of knife
But difficult to survive in the real show
All difficulties surround and blow
The dead person might have not thought an early end
He may not have foes but so many friends
It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near
He may be living in confidence without any fear
Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely
He believed in life to be spent very smoothly
It was his life style that made him very frank
He lived merrily, toasted others and drank
We miss the bus at an appointed hour
The cloak may end clicking and it is over
No one may take notice and prepare for departure
His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future
He may be buried with full honor
He mat well be praised as good donor
What had he earned in his entire stay?
Honorable life with ordinary stay
We only carry the blessings and good will
Memory will not fade away and remain still
Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind
There won’t be left any remains to find
Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being
The destiny is same for ordinary man or king
People may remember what and how you lived?
It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed
Let dead remain buried under the ground
Little air blow may create lovely sound
Only peace may there and nothing else to be found
What impression do you gather when you go round?
Long lull may prevail when you depart?
It may be beginning of a new start
Who knows what will be the next move?
One has to act fast and ultimately prove
Only good work may be remembered for a long
Nobody may accompany you or come along
You may be all the way certainly right or wrong
Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs
It is relentless struggle and may go on
It has to be covered and spent of our own
You may either create for self a big name
Or condemned as a curse or shame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death is sleep
The night does not weep
That it is about to die
When the Sun is about to rise,
Unaware of its rebirth though.
In my case I weep
That I am about to die
When the time comes
Despite the faith in rebirth.
Death is a long sleep.
Sleep is a short death.
Memory lives after the sleep
Memory dies after the death
01.04.2007
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Honor to teachers
Tribute to teachers
What we would have been otherwise?
Only fools in this world and not wise
At least we can think reasonable due to knowledge
Even we remember contribution in old age
We had rebirth in this lovely land
Teacher taught us to be good and lovely friend
We were fighting at home and in school
Some ties were made to stand on stool
It was firm foundation laying
We were almost in school and most of the time staying
Teacher was all the time there and completely paying
Whole attention on our study, sports and with lovely saying
Parents were leaving us at the gate
We were scared when getting little late
It was strict discipline and imposed
We were to live up to the standards and supposed
We knew nothing what the world and its people were
He was almost with us to work hard and fare
There was no let up in our preparation
We were in perfectly aligned with relation
Even though sometimes we were scared but exactly not beaten
Warned of dire consequences in exams if not properly written
It was his unstinted support that drove us to conclusion
There was no room left at all for confusion
We were tuned into fine metal of gold
It was put into furnace and made solid and bold
It was complete purity that was to be put before world
There was not going to be any doubt when put for sale or sold
We were made such a fine blend
What were we as raw when made to bend?
Absolutely nothing of any worth or value
Why not today pay as respect which is really due?
We will miss his/her capacity in whole of the life
As life was made worth to walk on edge of the knife
If we were today known as great statesman or celebrity
The same was injected by him in us as great quality
Let us pray the due respect by making it remarkable
That it is his efforts that we are made capable
We should not remain ungrateful for according honor
It is never expected anytime nor asked for
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An innovative way
Join, join, join, join laughing club
Worry, tension at home and not at club
Raise your hands and loudly laugh,
Belly should go in and look only half,
In parking lot or in green garden
Under shed of trees where fruits are laden,
Fresh morning air and hanky round hair
Avoid sitting at home in the easy chair
People may laugh or cut even jokes
You may find discomfort at their pokes
You are very safe and free from pollution or smokes
Start the exercise lightly after brief walks
Fresh intake of air and slowly to inhale
You may feel big as big as fish whale
This is not joke, hear say or simple tale
Cheeks may become rosy and not look pale,
Well, any exercise in morning, is good for health,
Not it to be compared with money or wealth,
If health is good everything will be good
Morning will be cheerful with good mood
Open laugh with big noise may scare all
It may look as if received distress call,
But it helps to remove tension,
Disease may be far away and out of question
All steps are taken to keep one always fit
It required some standard ready to be met
Remain calm and cool with healthy mind
Happiness and freshness one may always find
Why so much stress is laid on keeping good health?
Why there is no such importance to the money or wealth?
Why do we not deal that seriously with good habits?
It may tire us out and health may fall bit by bit
It is equally important to be cautious with age
One may be confined to bed as if put in cage
You may feel bad and run high in rage
It may be of no use as done with enough damage
It is good to be health cautious and watchful
In later stage of life it is also useful
If you remain hale and hearty with good health
No amount of compensation can supplement to death
In young age we are accustomed to certain bad habits
We pay less attention to food habits and neglect little bit
It becomes difficult to improve as time passed by
Health can never be regained and helplessly without any try
Let us not forget health is wealth
It has to be tackled or dealt with
It may prove disastrous if not properly looked after
There may be no use even if you take medicines as laughter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When Good People Become Friends
When Good People Become Friends
Things work better.
Things work together
Things work out.
When Good People Become Friends
Listening become hearing
seeing become insight
Attention becomes nurture.
When Good People Become Friends
Generosity becomes sharing
Sacrifices become pleasures
Rightful obedience becomes an uncommon delight.
When Good People Become Friends
Joys become happiness
Comfort becomes peace
Needs become an abundance.
When Good people Become Friends
Acquaintances become friendships
Concern becomes caring
Likenesses become divine love.
When Good People Become Friends
Traveling becomes a journey
Endeavors come into fruition
Living becomes Life.
When Good People Become Friends
Gifts become blessings
Blessings become anointings
Anointings become endowments.
When Good People Become Friends
Love becomes power
Weaknesses become strength
And death, Death becomes a new birth.
When Good People Become Friends.
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If the Wealth...
If the wealth is ill gotten
Then good use later on can be forgotten
It will take our hear apparent to down fall
Create distrust, fight and impregnable wall
This is how the wealth takes its toll
Hard earned money may easily roll
Change hands for charity, donation and good use
Others may invite jealousy, deception and misuse
Wealth is main root for all evils
Not all may have security or good will
The family members may want your early departure
As they may be finding a chance for good future
Good sense may only prevail
When you are in control and not fail
Keep them to united fold and trust
Else they may fall apart and mistrust
What can be done with so much wealth?
If that deteriorate your complete health
If that can’t guarantee you peace and happiness
Why on earth it can be longed for and stressed?
I tried to find an easy answer
But answered by only some or fewer of them
It placed me at great worry
I felt really in pain and sorry
What it did me in whole life?
When it was to prove as cutting knife
The family was quarreling among for spoils
I was helpless and there was no use to boil
I wish it not to happen to anybody
The wealth must be used for help to somebody
Its constrained use may warrant good result
But at least it save you from embarrassment and insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No plan to live
I have no plan to live good life
It may be for others like an edge of knife
I am comfortable with it and happy
Everything is going on very easy
Father has left good fortune
Nothing more is required to be done
Rest of the days may also be gone
Life is to be at ease and carefully I have chosen
So there may be many more lucky people like me
Careless, unconcerned an totally free
I shall take nothing into consideration
Enjoy the empire without any question
Father had worked hard to build
There was tremendous growth and enough of yield
I saw him working late nights
I have inherited fortune by right
I shall not work that hard as he did
I have no clue now how to lead
I am afraid to swim in rough sea
Let me think over it and finally see
He had advised me not to spend recklessly
Not a coin should be used excessively
I have kept that advice in mind
I shall seek nothing more to find
He took nothing along with him
Everything is left behind for family team
We all were given full comfort and fine stay
Now he has left us and gone away
I have learnt nothing to expand business
Now I f eel uneasiness on the face
Worry lines sometimes rush and bother
I shall have to depend now on others
It is good to have enough of wealth
To have an expertise enhances the health
Health and wealth combine gives confidence
Life is providing one more opportunity or chance
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Enough wealth but no health
I have amassed enough wealth
but not bestowed with good health
I have fine body and healthy mind
permanent weakness with diseases of all kinds
I try to look reasonable as far as possible
something forces me not to be accessible
possible so much wealth stops me to be free?
Like so many heavy fruits laden on tree
All luxury and comforts is at my disposal
I like no suggestions or good proposals
May be inner false strength or pride prevents
Ill feeling coming on fore possibly to vents
I hope and feel there is soul like thing
it urges me to stop and to do something
I lack courage and enough strength
it stops me from going to any length
I have some feelings but can’t express
Read between lines but can’t redress
it may be lacking spirit or not enough?
Prevents me from facing the situation rough
I try to come out of situation with purge
With love and kind gestures to emerge
I still think body is not that strong
Stalls the desire to move and among
Why can’t I lead the ordinary life?
Is the time still not ripe?
Am I destined to be beggar?
Troubles are in store with pills coated with sugar
is it so difficult to come out of cage?
Rewrite complete things with new page?
The body doesn’t allow me to replace rage?
It has passed with youth and now old age
if I can’t be good human being with enough wealth?
Allow me to become ordinary man with good health
it hurts me more than anything else
I shall do it with strong resolve to repulse
It is no use to continue with weak body
Then it will be business of anybody
We will be just reliant on others
Worries may engulf us and bother
Wealth has still important role to play
It can make it easy for any other way
Health is to have little more dominant part
If one has to be healthy to look rally smart
Health and wealth can’t be at anybody’s cost
Both concern us equally in life very most
One can’t be done away with one another
It has to be supplement to each other
Since wealth has failed to deliver the goods
I shall be careful about my intake or food
I may send message through new initiative
Prove to the world with the strength relative
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
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Something in name
I read rich man’s name on cemetery
I have business to offer any commentary
Was it a service to dead or buried?
What message did it convey or carry?
It has become tradition to put a name plate
It may read only name but his life time work may not relate
It may add to some existing facility
Some times it may improve structure’s quality
It may have two pronged drive
One o earn good name and second to make believe
Whole point of time people might have cursed
But let other people see his name and bless
It is quite easy to understand the logic
It has nothing but fame called magic
Little portion of money is earmarked for charity
This gesture is presented as rare step of nobility
For whole life we run in madness for wealth
When it is achieved then there is loss of good health
There is no time left for its pleasure or enjoyment
Inner soul may revolt but nothing is left for comment
I pray to God for instilling such belief in human mind
It is creation of unique impact and of its own kind
“Let people remember me after death” thinks person
He stresses his mind for this cause without any reason
Whole life we did little or almost nothing
“Why not have cheap popularity or something”
Mind is completely bogged down on different sides
It has its own perception and divides
I know of a man who lived life of noble man
He felt himself alone in this world as orphan
He had nothing to hide in life as ordinary man
Everybody in small town bow their head to this man
It is appreciated to certain extent
No one should shed tears or lament
If it serves the purpose of common man or community
It must be applauded as mark of unity
It is common to read school. and Colleges named after
It is not matter of joke which leads to any laughter
Some of the deprived lots may get benefit out of it
Darkness to some extent may disappear and lead to light
I suggest well to do may be encouraged to donate more
Let their names be added to history and adored
What if some of the undeserving finds their names in golden words?
At least they may find their names along with the lords
In days to come I may find statues with status
It may have well descript words with notes
It may so happen that it will give different picture
We may have false glory with dark future
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Futile Search
I have decided that there is nothing more to gain
Only to take care that it remains in tack and doesn’t go to drain
Lots of sequences emerged in mind and reminded me of hard struggle
There was complete peace in mind and spending rest of time without any trouble
I gave second thought over years of futile search
It had taken my complete life for the end to reach
One may take satisfaction in securing material comforts
To enjoy complete joy as if ship has anchored the port
What did force me to go in for materialistic world?
Where all happiness and joy remain feeling less and cold
It has artificial pull from friends and relatives
But I had remained careful in choice and very subjective
Even though I have everything at my disposal
People were ready to accept me with any proposals
I knew it was their love for my wealth and luxurious way
But some of the aspects were keeping me always away
My forefathers spent their life with meager sources
This was one of main reason and driving force
I had one concept very clear in mind
That I will go for all out hunt and find
The wealth and all fame needed for my satisfaction
I had made my views know to all and gave clear indication
I ventured into selfish world with only one aim
Complete reliance on self and something more to claim
By dong so, I didn’t sell my soul
I remained calculative but very cool
I employed honest ways and treasured the truth
That is the reason today I sit alone and feel worth
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The Time Of Albion
Here comes the birth of a new dawn,
a time when every hopes can be look up.
A moment of divine transformation,
that will change the destiny of our generation.
A generation of great attribute,
where the fate of the world will be accepted without dispute.
A generation of people with good character,
whose theme will be ' THEY LIVED HAPPY EVER AFTER '.
A time when sound of war will be forgotten,
and where every sins will be forgiven.
A time of divine & everlasting peace,
were our joy and happiness will not be on lease.
A world full of happy citizen,
with enermous blessings from heaven.
A time when evil will be erradicated,
and every single good deed will be counted.
A time full of brotherly love,
from people who are as gentle as a dove.
A realm of unity amongs nations,
where people will have to live without segregation.
A time when people are shown care,
where they won't have to live their lives with fear.
A time when there will be a chance of a rebirth,
without walking through the path of death.
A time of equal rainfall and sunshine,
when every darkness will be outshine.
A generation of people connected by a single bond,
and euthesastic of a peaceful world beyound.
A time of heavenly bliss,
when every thing will not be done amiss.
A time when everybody will be seen as one,
when the battle for good will have been won.
It is only through the acceptance of God,
that this extraordinary generation can be applaud.
Through the repentance from our sins,
that's only when this amazing time can be seen.
If only we can trust and love God with our heart,
our hope for this unique world will not be torn apart.
For he alone can put this world in the palm of our hand,
and give ur a reassured and a peace of mind.
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Nice to dream
It is nice to have dreams and admire
Must not remain joke and subject to satire
Beautiful heart is meant to beat faster
Seeing upon a beauty must burst in laughter
Yes there may be lovely lady
Who in turn may be ready?
Life may soon prove as boom
There is every possibility and has spacious room
It is not the beauty only to be pursued and find
Nature may also appeal and should be kept in mind
Lot many people may opt for service to motherland
Everyone is alike to them and considered as friend
World is not limited and has larger meaning
Love has its first start and good beginning
It is gift from heaven and we may flow in it
We get spontaneous urge when inspire to greet
The world revolves around good feelings
It is always voluntary and almost willing
It comes from within and with some message
It may happen at any time and with any age
Love to last till the end of the road
Don’t carry so much burden or load
It is matter and thing for self satisfaction
Act and behavior itself is reflection or indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An obsession
I have so many things in my possession
diamond, gold silver has not created any obsession
The wealth is multiplied without any efforts
the laden ships are still landing at ports
Everything is taking place at very ease
but it does not give me joy or please
People address me as wealthy man and tease
I am eager to use it for noble cause and release
What makes man to enjoy the moment?
the beautiful happenings around or hectic movements?
the worldly affairs or natural climate
which of the things stay near possibly to state
The noise atmosphere and wordy duals appeal no one
it has never found favor with poor, rich or any one
I had everything in my possession
still i prefer to stay away with clear obsession
You can never influence a person or mass
they are distinct and super in their own class
They have full freedom with total integrity
they know what is divinity and serenity
You may donate large sum for noble cause
it will not create deep impact because
you have been blessed with wealth
it is going for charity and good health
It may satisfy to the extent of donation
still it may not quality for equation
the wealth might have come through inheritance
it does not carry much weight or substance
The poems or songs created in His praise
leads to likes of many and enough to raise
your status as beloved and nice figure
no one could have got it for sure
The wealth may deplete and show the bottom
You may feel poor with unimaginable symptom
the verses and creations may take you to people's heart
what an innovative way of living near with lovely start
No gold or jewelry will grant you enough access
it may lie in abundance or in excess
it may still bother you as having very less
you will be suffering from tension and stress
What you loose as an ordinary poet?
much to gain by remaining very quiet?
no one can steal any of golden creation
as it is instrument for their recreation
I have lived with both but enjoyed only one
it has altogether changed my behavior and tone
I have touched the ground to experience is depth
it has enough of everything to be felt with strength
The music may never die out
you have nothing to fear or face the rout
there is uniqueness to feel about
it is proving as health tonic to feel stout
It takes you to a far off land
You can not fear for life or see anybody's hand
it is just an elevation to feel satisfaction
This is very nice and good indication
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Gone very far
Once in million years one prophet is sent
With long wait almighty makes one strong movement
His emissary is sent to propagate love message
His work and messages are remembered through out the ages
Like galaxy of stars they have stayed in the minds of people
Taken all blunts to self and saved people from agony and troubles
How many faiths are there on the surface of earth?
With different culture and followers to provide fresh breath
Somewhere down the lines they have provided rightful means
So much blood was shed and many battles were made to win
Ultimate goal was to bring people under one umbrella or roof
Make them to believe in one faith by proving worth with proof
In recent history of mankind one great soul descended on earth
It took over complete world by surprise with easy breath
She was later on known as mother and proved to be precise
For orphans, destitute and downtrodden she was tall promise
Nothing to self and everything to mankind with symbol of peace
Whole world recognized her dedication and selfless service
Word was charity and action was to wipe off the tears
Children were to be offered all care and no more agony or pain to bear
Such type of kind mother is not among us today
Yet we go on with same mission all the way
World has realized the hidden message form her death
Whole life of selfless service with no attachment to any faith
We must all pay tribute to such peace emissary
Without her we should have failed in delivering necessary
Health care, education and home for homeless
We find the satisfaction on mother's shining face
Many statesmen have born and disappeared
Many god fathers have taken birth and forgotten
Mother may remain in vast sky as shining star
Her dream may realize one day even if she has gone very far
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A health concept
Some of the ingredients for longevity
induction of vigor with more utility
mind at work and proving the ability
retaining the strength with very good quality
The body at rest may not be good solution
the health is key should be the resolution
how to achieve it should be the only concern?
who knows when it will badly turn?
Nothing goes as per schedule and planning
there is tragic end before its good beginning
nothing is certain at any given point
the life too may be over by breaking powerful joint
What keeps you in good and sound health condition?
good food habits or way of living with nice composition
it is always good to flow with age
not to confine to habits but come out of it and manage
Less food intake may lead to more comforts
easy walk with less efforts
fresh air to inject tonic to body muscles
necessary to defeat the negative cycles
good music to ears
may render useful years
love to nature and no fears
death or any may not come near
It always good to maintain good health
it will be useless to have unaccounted wealth
who my use it later on is cause of worry?
it should not result in simple sorry
Love to exercise and love to walk
mouth to be shut and preference to less talk
some of the energy retained for future use
no one can deny flatly refuse
The body refuse to vigorous drive
but his is only chance to survive
if not hectic but resort to quick move
health may not deteriorate and equally prove
It is stretchable and can extend
it may endure and quietly withstand
some good fatigue to compensate
the energy loss to augment at slow rate
Slow and steady may last long
nothing can prove you wrong
it may enlighten you with light weight
you are able to walk slowly but straight
You may tend to slow in pace
you can not go for quick race
you have inbuilt capacity to sustain decay
you will find health comparatively to stay
No one can afford ill health
it may invite slow death
you will loose the first initiative
even you will be disliked by the relatives
it is hard to imagine incapability
there is complete erosion on your ability
it restricts your power to a grinding halt
it may be your grave mistake or fault
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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