New Friend
You get overjoyed when find new friend
Like precious jewel from market at the end
Same can happen in your real life too as fine catch
When you find a friend with equal caliber and match
We are brought very close even though stay very far
The time zones push us to see day or with night stars
One such great friend greeted me with big smile
I was happy to receive him with earnest meanwhile
I felt too small before such talented writer
She seemed to me a gifted and talented fighter
As I too belonged to literary world
She must have felt delight to have me in her fold
As customary approach, it was nice exchange and pleasantries
It is all needed and necessary
We need someone to share our world and news
As it may bring us to some understanding with views
“We are all human with so many errors
It can’t be hidden in mirrors
Those reflections may speak very clear”
I was going so near by making it clear
I found her equally amazing with words
They were razor sharp and like edge of sword
Not sharp to kill a person with sharpness
But bravely clearing point on the face
This was drawing us closer
There were many good posers
It was all shared with tremendous respect and joy
I was gifted with very good Sunday to enjoy
This is how once gets to know the world across
It is like lightening force
That may spark around and may be seen
Lovely thing to enjoy and movably seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always To Greet With
Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish
I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining
I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while
Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased
One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade
I have named her 'oldie' but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen
She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing
She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action
She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real
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Always to greet with...
Always to greet with "good morning "and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish
I said to friend "what is there in morning and evening? "
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining
I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while
Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased
One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade
I have named her "oldie" but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen
She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing
She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action
She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Appealed....
It appealed me less when she cried
It even puzzled me when she lied
It even terrified me when she tried
'Love, happy valentine day' gently said
It is always nice to feel good about
Friends, relatives, near ones and who are out
Little urges arise in the remote centre of heart
Bring us together in times to come as living art
It is not mere exchange of pleasantries
In our life there may be several entries
But when some one enters all of sudden
It becomes unique in chance as very golden
You need some one to talk and move with
Confide in person and free the tongue from teeth
Prison gate opens up with lot more thoughts to release
What a situation to find with and live at ease!
Flower presentation may have been easy medium
Where eyes meet with eagerness and tongues keeps mum
No need to speak a word but only exchange of lovely rose
As if to speak thousand words in one word and suppose
Very delicate situation when you are seized with uncertainty
There is no time to think of and take help from almighty
Complete mind is diverted to single point programme and action
There is no time to think about other things and awaiting reaction
I hope world rejoices at this small token with joy
Somewhere takes place harmonious tuning to enjoy
Many feel whole world under their feet
So much to speak, converse and finally to greet
We have come closer indeed
At some point we have forgotten the lust or greed
It is sincere desire to think and cement the bond
Push everything aside and to take place at second
I wish and pray for this lovely day to do much more
Open the new avenues for world community to explore
We have no time to observe and feel delicate touch
Let us join together and feel warmth of feelings as such
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why only females!
“Why only females have to suffer”
“I am sorry to know it and I differ”
I was fired off by a very good friend
I thought it will bring about an abrupt end
She was for all praise for good friend
She was no doubt very clear with trend
I said I can improve upon and mend
She was adamant and refused to bend
I had liked her from the beginning
She was fire brand and very shining
Her approach very clear and convincing
I too liked her words without mincing
She was tall in figure and beautiful
I thought she may be equally faithful
She might come up with all that may be purposeful
I too longed for her and was very hopeful
Even though she was far away
I did not feel bad in any way
She had her option very much open
I too was very much hopeful even
She has boyfriend she told
But in fact she proved she is very bold
She would not easily go to any fold
She may be opposed to any idea or very cold
It did not make me sink
I even saw her without any wink
She was merely stating her position
I dreamed about her with very good composition
She will laugh it out at my proposal
She may say it even with quick disposal
She is not for anyone except her friend
She has no proposal in any sense to send
I am not good at such things
I did not expect her for something
She was to remain with me as a companion
She feared and took it for bonding and union
Relation is not built in a day
It is taking may years with days
Who can wait that longer to prove?
I liked her move and did not disapprove
Let her have her own world to live
I have my own to live and believe
Let it not drift away in strong current
The friendship is heavenly sent
I don’t want unusual thing to happen
It must not be felt now or then even
It is her choice to prevail and realize
Who am I to look upon it and oblige?
It is good for me to see her from distance
You can find many examples or good instances
It is touchy relation that may come on surface
One fine morning she may come out with smiling face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To A Friend..
A friend that is unique
A friend that is one of a kind
A friend that is perfect
A type of friend who is hard to find
A friend that is sweet
A friend that is perpetually fair
A friend that you know
Will always be there
A friend with an amazing spirit
A friend with a striking heart
A friend that is trustworthy
A friend that is smart
A friend that assuages your pain
A friend that can dry your tears
A friend with unrestricted love
A friend that can alleviate your fears
A friend with an exquisite smile
That could never be ignored
A friend that’s never been hurtful
A friend that is easily adored
A friend that is respectful
A friend who is loved by all
A friend that is relied upon
A friend to never let fall
A friend you can talk to
Her compassion is known by a glistening glow
Just by sparking her remarkable light
The whole world will know
What a great and amazing person she is
A friend I shall never forget
She is the greatest ever been known
Best of all the friends I’ve ever met…
poem by Marria Attar
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Oh, my friend
you, my friend
share this with me
as your feeling
as my feeling
too, Oh my friend
every day i find you
my friend in my verses
every night i find you
my friend in my dreams
are there meaning
for my words
with out you
you my idol
and the imagery
of my fate
you my friend
oh my friend
you my fate
share the breaths
of my life
share the beats
of my heart
you my friend
you light the shadows
my friend
and let the darks fade
pure love my friend
flourish flourish
becouse my friend
you are alwaye
my friend
you my friend
the golden merror
to my fair
and holding hands
to my flame
you are my fame
as safe heaven
you are oh my friend
to my faith
you are always my friend
it is your kindliness and your care
Oh my friend
and god's grace
that you are always
for me
you gifted lover my friend
and the love is your game
my friend
so share it....with me
my friend.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
poem by Marria Attar
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A Good Friend She Was
A good friend she was
Would be there for me
Through ups or downs
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
We laughed and had fun
Her smile was the best
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Her caring was amazing
Her love of life showed
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Kept her spirits up in pain
Never showed her hurts
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Even up until the end
Put my hand on her heart
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
I will treasure the memories
Of all the joy we shared
A good friend she was.
*Dedicated to my very best friend Maryann whose spirit lives on because you really can't destroy goodness
poem by Connie Webb
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Is it difficult
Is it that difficult to smile at some one?
Do we consider it very hard and troublesome?
This is only thing we have in abundance
Give a sincere try and take a life chance
You won’t suffer any reprisal
You will find many surprises on spring’s arrival
Nature may adopt different stance with good look
Nature lovers may find good stuff to write in heir book
If you look at someone with smile
It will generate lots of love for a while
The person may be overwhelmed with joy
There may be so much wetness in relation to enjoy
He will be overjoyed to receive such gesture
He may start guessing about new future
Why one should smile at somebody for nothing?
It has lots of effects to generate for something
How do you feel at receiving little smile from leader?
How does one feel at receiving thanks as reader?
It is considered as fine gesture and simple gift
You may find complete and attitudinal shift
Nations at war can be brought a negotiating table
What can be achieved with hard stance even if we are able?
Exchange of little pleasantries with smile can change climate
We can bring about change even if it is late
God is another name or symbol of love
We should only responsibly behave
Love can create congenial atmosphere
Everybody should feel happy without any fear
It is expected that everybody should succeed
There is good hope and urgent need
It may not bring immediate change
Love can change and smoothly arrange
Love and smile can completely alter the scene
It has tremendous scope for the magic to be seen
Love at first sight can be felt by little smile
It has power and strength to take you for an extra mile
Think of a plight where there is complete absence of harmony
You can’t think of situation where you always face the situation very thorny
You got to think of powerful weapon to be used at
It is like rolling ball to be thrown at and freely set
You can’t hate a person with broad or little smile
Your eyes may speak of kind feeling for w while
It may send some quick signals for conciliation
Old enmity may disappear if tried for reconciliation
In olden days Olive branch was sent with roses
It was some kind of bold initiative for the trusts to repose
We sometimes find the smiling faces with rare combination
It is the smile coupled with desire results into culmination
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When I Was A Child I Believed
When I was a child
a very young child
I looked at the world
of adults in discussion
their patterns of interaction
their comments reactions
a very strange world
differences between what adults said
and what child were told
their masks worn
and I thought about what
they did and why?
Questions were asked
about what you wanted
to be when you grew up?
The work question was important,
but never asked was how well you
would do this work, and for who?
They were often silent or suddenly angry
‘children were to be seen but not heard’
the news to be listened to in serious silence.
First talk repeat their sounds
to smiles laughter
then don’t talk be silent listen?
First stand walk walk how far
then don’t walk stay wait
where your told don’t go away?
When adults met sometimes they would
start to talk a lot fast all at once not one
at a time and laugh a lot talk walk funny?
Why not be on their best behaviour
nice to others as they told children to be?
Why not choose to be good not bad?
Years later I would smile a lot why not
it costs nothing to smile and often others.
Would catch your smile and smile also?
Even when sad smiling was a good thing to do
to appreciate all you have been given.
Even though you could not always play with
what was given or go outside or play with friends.
Especially on those boring rainy days.
So many games were not allowed if you got dirty?
As a teenager smilie would be a nick name.
That smile given freely to people who needed
to smile but chose to be miserable instead!
It never cost anything to be nice to people either!
To give to help had its own record, it felt good!
Happy people are the nice people to be around!
I believed happiness was the most precious gift,
a person could give another, and if sad then to give,
happiness you did not have; was even more important.
Once in my early twenties I was surprised,
a friend said you cannot be that good,
no one is that good, but I knew I was not good.
At twenty-two when about to travel overseas,
my uncle said you think everyone is your friend,
be careful, everyone you meet; is not your friend.
Now I am older and sadly wiser,
yet I still know that to treat a stranger,
as a friend not a treat is still better.
That to say hello with a smile,
and wish people well,
is still a wonderful thing to do.
I still believe it is a better thing to do.
And when kindness is meet with hostility?
I feel pity for the hurt who choose to hurt.
It is not the right way.
It is not God’s way.
It is still not my way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Glory In You
I want glory
Even for one day a story
Where I can feel no sorry
Free bird and no worry
It is dream
Truly If that can come
I shall with open arm welcome
Feel on top of world at home
Not that all can happen
I shall not think even
She is for all the smile
I must assume her for while
She is hard black stone
Precious and rare anybody might have seen
I shall cherish and adore
May I have your hand therefore?
Real gem and kind human being
Dreamt for life by a ordinary king
Yes she can be an ideal
For a moment to be felt real
She is not all that easy
In real life very busy
You can paint picture very rosy
But of course she is choosey
It is said 'morning wishes are met'
By almighty without caring for fate
I think I am not at all late
I wish her to know what all I state
It can be friendly conversation
But certainly for building relation
Relation that can be solid in days to come
Happy moments to enjoy and welcome
No one does it without reason
If some one is very nice person
What even if you don't meet her again
It won't be with any remorse or complain
I feel her at heart
May be this is the only art
Gifted by almighty to all
I shall take it as happy call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fantastic friend
A good friend
For me
Friend is one
Whose intentions are transparent
And who behaves in a fashion
Not deviating dangerously
From my expectations
I have a friend
Matching well my above specifications
Who makes it clear to me
That he will never try to understand me
Any amount of my
Explaining him my stance
Has no meaning for him
He simply refuses to understand me
He will also not mince words while telling me
Please make no attempts
To make me understand
I am determined not to do that
This deportment of his
Is comfortable to me as
I enjoy accepting people as they are
With no great efforts made
To understand them
As it is my weighed belief that
I have not understood any thing so far
My great friend
Has also understood this
And demonstrates the confidence
That there will not be any time lost
In the fruitless unnecessary efforts of understanding
And so,
We, when stay together,
Enjoy the company of each other
And each second of our association
Is spent only to enjoy the presence of
A compatible companion to the other
With none posing to be leader of the situation
With none driving home a point
With no goals fixed
With no targets to be reached
Each second spent in his company is
Memorable and whenever I am left alone
I recall with pleasure
The painless pastime
I had with this great friend
On a previous occasion
Whenever he is with me
Each unit of time, say, second
Will stand before me
Ask me whether it can lapse
Leaving space for the
Next second
This great glamorous friend is
None other than my
Four year old grandson
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An open eye
You didn't open eyes or looked at me
We were under the shed of the tree
The sweet fragrance was filling the air
I was slipping into memory with split hair
Her face was glowing with bright shine
Cheeks were red rose and appearance was very fine
She need not speak anything as it was open secret
Even passers by could imagine and pass the comment
Such nice heaven was on earth to enjoy with
The tongue was blocked by jealous teeth
The dream consequences were shaping in the mind
The clouds shower and wind was around to find
She still lay motionless and was free from worry
She felt very safe as if I was only going to feel sorry
It was her turn now to take me to the real world
She was certainly sure that I might not develop cold
She came closer step by step and tried to wave hand with bye
No expression on face with lot of questions with many whys?
She was seeking reassurances as how to surrender
I still didn't understand the invitation and wondered
I had everything to gain from her heavenly gift
Mind was rushing with ideas and developing rift
Can this happen again and make some shift?
I was slipping into dreams with the help of emotional lift
I was thousands of miles away from the real world
She was ready and almost willing to keep me in her fold
What was I doing there to please her and promise?
I was upbeat and willing to surprise
She didn't object me but extended delicate hand
Fingers touched hand to create a nice feeling of friend
The horizon was shrinking and was coming to an end
I was flowing with her in all the respect with new trend
She overwhelmed me with all the respect
I had no time left in me to introspect
It was going to be permanent with holy pact
I had her consent but needed honest act
She was there with affection and charm
Her attitude was showing great appeal and warmth
I could go in for her for complete unity
She was there in the near vicinity
She made gentle tap on my solder and wished good luck
The act seemed to me very gracious but almost struck
It was pure invitation to side with her in the life boat
'Will you be with me for ever' I heard her with fine quote'
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Veer or Brave
It is fortunate to have good friend
As it can turn out to be happy occasion at the end
And if that person is female and so caring
One can go in for friendship with daring
I am 'veer' she said with confidence
I interpreted it as brave at once
It was worth taking chance
I just observed her and had glance
She is vegetarian and takes chicken
Such events puzzle me more even
How can medico term it as literary term?
Now it was purely co incidence and my turn
If person eats chicken less than thrice in week
Then he or she fails to support or speak
She cane be strictly taken in vegetarian term
She makes me to understand and confides in simple term
Such lovely and nice friend she is
Very much bold with knowledge and full of trust
No second thought occur in mind
I loved her approach and efforts conveniently to find
She may talk endlessly
Put her views fearlessly
I must hear her readily
As I felt it too happily
I am troubled in relationship
As it has threatened companionship
I must face my problems bravely
She was little sore at and replied fairly
Any girl would love happy ending
As no force can compel her or make bending
Surrender to black mail or force to compromise
She uttered firmly' I must stand tall with promises'
Sikhs are warrior clan and stand for commitment
She belongs to martial race and feels it as proud moment
Model to self and standing tall on her own
She has every reason to feel make name known *
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Courtsy to All
I was greeted with good morning
I thought it may be simple warning
But it turned out to be warm welcome
The unknown friend had finally come
She was not at all that simple
Very dynamic and capable
Gifted with brilliance and tough posture
I was relaxed and very sure
Today was some special day
As sun had shown with its way
Very bright and advising to go along
I was afraid of going wrong
I was cornered by simple invitation with hello
She was emphatic in assertion and not lying low
”What was I up to this morning” she stated
I was glad and felt very elated
I was in search of trusted ally
She was firm assertive and not silly
I submitted my self humbly
And stood in silence shyly
She won’t mix with words
It was her different world
Altogether not based with this deception
She had offered me very good reception
Well, this is once in million chances
Where you come cross friends only at once
It can happen with any one
If it is desired sincerely for someone
I was asked “what I liked most”
A good friend with toast!
I replied for strengthening the relation
There were no more questions
I live with live memory as writer
I need beautiful character in mind and not fighter
She was all fitting into it
She was perfect as friend and fit
I must admit that I was carried
At no stage she had lied
It was my pleasure to know her more
What else can do then to adore?
I would love and l like if she really falls
Comes to me after scaling the wall
I shall earnestly wait for her call
I remain same with my courtesy to all
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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True Friend <3
A real friend is someone who walks in when everybody else walks out,
A real friend shares all the good times and helps you in the bad,
A real friend knows all about you but loves you anyway,
A real friend is like a star, you dont always see them, but you know they're always there,
A real friend is like a diamond, precious and rare,
A real friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself,
A real friend reaches for your hand, but touches your heart
A real friend is like a 4-leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have,
A real friend thinks you're a good egg even though you're half cracked,
A real friend is very difficult to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget
poem by Caoimhe Daly
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Happy valentine
Is life not having many ups and down?
To share grief and happiness of own
How to enjoy it single handed and share?
Does l that look sound and fare?
We may have brothers, sisters, mom and dad
They may share our grief and feel very sad
All stand united and back up in need
Still we long for more and need feed
The family may have natural bond
As in one circle fishes swim in pond
To see each other and move in concentration
To take care for each other and count some consideration
Valentine may be real expression of love and attachment
The real bond and love for each other to share at the moment
It is natural feeling to have come and really to be felt
How the fragrance from natural flowers is spread and smelt?
I wish the valentine to form part of life in each day
I think that is nice feeling to come in each others way
How can there be different feeling when we look towards ray
The same sun shine creating all happiness and energy even being away
This is how we feel for each on this occasion
Countless or few members may need some mention
It may not be possible to reach and embrace
Still the lovely and beautiful memory may shine our face
Has that become customary or just a formality?
It has not outlived its importance or utility
It is not the friends alone that need good will
But for brethrens across the globe to feel
I dream of those faces who needs real smile
Even though not friends but come in a thought for while
Strike with all their pale faces, plight and agony
I move with them, offer smile and wave at so many
As writer many extend wishes to me and expect same
I respect their sentiments and want to exchange it by each name
Some of them might have not have reached to me personally
I wish my sincere feeling to reach them as if conveyed orally
Let my each word touch their thoughts in mind
I shall equally feel and strive hard to find
How difficult was it to make place in their heart?
I was just an ordinary human being without any art
I wish to flow in with their sentiments
It is really nice to feel at this moment
Who knows where we may expect to meet again?
But if God willing, we may do it again and again
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who cannot walk
I have a friend all he does is talk
I have a friend, Philippe is his name
I have a friend and we are just the same
I have a friend he’s seventeen years old
I have a friend who has a heart of gold
I have a friend who would catch me if I fall
It is only that he has no legs at all
I have a friend and when my friend was seven
A car ran over him and he almost went to heaven
I have a friend with a smile that I adore
I have a friend who lives in a house of four
I have a friend his family is his home
I have a friend who dreams of visiting Rome
I have a friend who is still finishing school
Yet some people tell him that for that he is a fool
I have a friend they say he is disabled
He has no legs and for that he is labeled
I have a friend who has a friend
They were made for each other; their love will never end
I have a friend who likes to name the stars
I have a friend and what he hates is cars
I have a friend who’s happier than you and me
I have a friend who’s shown me how happy I can be
I have a friend who’s had his bad times too
I have a friend who’s better than me and you
I have a friend so dear to me and kind
That another one like him I shall never find!
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A little smile
She will shine
Everything will be fine
Dance together and nice to dine
With small peg of wine
Stroll for a while
To go for an extra mile
It is always a wish
To fight it out but not to finish
Bear little smile
Wait for time at nine
I will be there
To take you anywhere
The clouds don’t thunder
It is unique but no wonder
I think and ponder
What do I find in her?
Is she a real toy?
Lovely means and object to enjoy?
Why do I think so in her terms?
I do think and definitely learn
She may guide me and take me to end
Lovely flowers always sent
I remain calm and always absent
This state of mind she always resent
Is it sign of real belonging?
Was I waiting for it or longing?
Will that day ever come in life?
Is the life rally on edge of knife?
Why do stars and moon always shine?
Is the sky very nice place and look fine?
Do they convey any message for good?
Why do they keep me in fine mood?
I shall hang on for long time
She is the only object prime
I might have wanted her till this day
Let her come and show me the way
She snubs me for slight delay
I am confused and fail to relay
How I wished her happy Sunday?
For me any other day is very good day
Will she remain mine forever?
I wish for it ever and ever
She may not go for it however
I shall follow her and miss her never
She is mere symbol of love
I am creature like dove
I can’t leave peaceful water
She must consent and never falter
I shall continue to swim or sink
I shall never deviate or think
I shall not close eyes and wink
I may peacefully watch her but offer no drink
Let heavenly bodies bless our union
In all coming births I shall seek reunion
It is internal wish and earnest desire
Let people curse me or admire
I can scale highest peak
My body may be slight weak
The result may itself speak
I may venture to her domain and secretly sneak
Come o love and embrace
I shall revolt and face
I may over come and try to face any eventuality
If that serves me fine with my love’s continuity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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