New poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For new poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
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The poet's page
Like a band of beggars
Revealing to each other
Where to find the bread
Is the poets page
An open line
Where poets reveal what's
Inside their heads
A platform of
Artistic exchange
Where an accompany of poets
Express what should be said,
As the
Words seems to take on life
For they are poet read
Poets can feel one anothers pain
As well as relates to each
others shame
Emphasizing on a topic is
A poet's personal lane
Poets dvides the spoil
As they expand, due to
sharing their gain
This is partly my analogy
Of a poet's fame
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Who Am I?
Who am I on this universe?
Blessings for others or simple curse
I rely on friend's observation and compile
Chose a path and pause meanwhile
Am I biggest beggar, bloger or server?
None of the above yet prove as a good writer
I read many articles and come across
Appreciate others but feel the loss
Why am I not like others?
How do they excel and come across?
I have left this to anybody's guess
As there are lot many questions to face
Let the poets claim originality?
Go on roof top and acclaim personality
Also sing in praise about contents and quality
But alas! The beggar soul betrays capacity
Ideas are definitely coming from some one
Built nicely and interwoven from any one
So real beggars are fortunate
At least they get some cash to relate
As the beggars collect their share in the evening
The opportunist poets get lions share in the morning
Get no where and bogged down when real time comes
No one may appreciate it fully when approaches time to welcome
I am clear as far as writing is concerned
I am not at all disturbed at what others do and remain discerned
Nature, sky and stars remain there from the origin of universe
We can pick many things from them of course
There is no shame in frank admission
As to reach out to people is our only mission
Now it matters less who reaches out first
They have built and have confidence with trust
I shall repeat and endorse if some ideas are really worthwhile
It may not be my original work to speak fairly about style
Yet some purpose is served to build love and trust
That is all we are here for and that vision is must
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A poet can
There used to be inspiring words from poet
Kings used them on battle field when nothing was quiet
When it was to be do and die situation and could not wait
A poet can change complete scene with even fate
“Pen is mightier than sword” and impression permanent
No one can dare to face the truth and simple comment
Many autocrats and dictators have failed to face onslaught
They underestimated the power and were simply caught
Revolution is not brought in a day or two or all of sudden
It takes place only when all limits are crossed and roads lay open
When there is no other way than to die unnatural death
The course is automatically chosen irrespective of faith
When rivers are in spate they bring about complete destruction
They wait for none to guide and receive no instructions
It is momentum in their flow that clears the way
Aggressive posture with destruction and then coolly stay
Why poets of modern age are considered pawn in their game?
Have they bartered away their interest `and share the blame
Are they not capable of leading anymore bloodless revolutions?
Is it meek surrender on their part for without any resolutions?
Are we not in streets for begging paltry sum in reward?
Does the spirit and power is washed away in words?
Is it not strange o beg for articles to be read on request?
May be it is present day scene to go for any solution or quest
“I will read only when you read mine” curt reply is received
“I shall surely read yours” with this inner soul is deceived
Why at all there should be some unhealthy practice?
Have we ever take note of it or any notice?
I can assertively stand firm and say” I have bartered the soul”
I see nothing wrong in present age as I don’t smell foul
You have no means to survive and time has come crawl
There should be no reason why one should not make withdrawal
You are shot sure to rot if don’t change to circumstances
Renowned poets have died from poverty for instances
If some one has succeeded then it has remained only in text
It is really human plight and tragedy that is waited for next
Nature and sky has remained same for ever
So is the whether and rain with thunder forever
They come and go as usual in right hour
We don’t realize it and turn into sour
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I Read and Reread/ The Poets I Love
I READ AND REREAD/ THE POETS I LOVE
I read and reread
The poets I love-
I seek new poets
To love poetry more with-
I write my own small poems
And read them again occasionally-
Sometimes I find in them lines
I want to return to
And remember.
If only I could be such a stranger to myself
That I in reading a poem of my own
Would know it belongs to Literature.
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Verses Form
To write well doesn't amount means to fight
It is well within ambit and right
The words come out in form of spirit of light
That flashes across mind and travel straight
The readers are wise enough
To pick what is smooth and what is rough!
A path that can satisfy their urgent need
Put control over worldly things and greed
Real poet is one that makes you laugh
Remains with you in happiness till last
Share grief with solace in real sense
Without adding any fuel to make you tense
Some of the poets unnecessarily force their views
Never come out of moon light and it's over view!
We can praise the nature but not exactly in imagery
It has something to do with human nature and misery
Many people prefer dark for the want of real guidance
That can't be provided by good books at once
It has to have ever lasting effect with bold assertion
Not to have any excuse at last minute of desertion
It is known from first instance
When words are put for acceptance
Readers come out with emphatic yes
Or no with annoyance on their face
I shall put it bluntly
The poems should not go silently
It has its own role to play
Remain at heart and permanently stay
What after all is the verses form?
When people remain loosely attached and well informed
We are committed to human cause
We can't afford to have even little pause
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Imagery Animal
Poets are imagery animals
Wait for thoughts arrival
Think a lot and then write
Use head more to ignite
Thoughts are burnt
Wish ashes to turn
Into new form to upraise
The status to be up and praised
But normally they are quiet
Allow things to let
Down at low level
With proper time to excel
Now millions come up like flowers
Even without rainy showers
They are product of fast age
Not much to impress with each page
One in million stars is praised
Taken to recognition and believed
Poets are known as star family
Twinkle little in their own capacity
Not all may be able to speak with authority
Some may define imagery love and some may praise almighty
Some may put with all the times to remember and some with variety
It is all about poets tenure and may not be remembered like deity
It is their job to create pure imagination
Sometimes to be painted with correct relation
Not all the incidences pure images
Some ideas are meant to take out souls from the cages
It is reasonable stand to expose
To be known as poet and pose
With whatever capacity and thrust
The poet's position is commendable and is must
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A mother's day special
Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner
It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult
Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold
It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can
It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult
Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason
The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary
When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed
He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion
To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt
Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best
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A step to stop
.
Who can stop your from falling on the ground?
Are there any similarities with failures to be found?
You may find the favor and gain the corner
It is life and success has to come later or sooner
It is very difficult, to reach the top of the ladder
You got to do it without help from any leader
It is time consuming and sometimes very difficult
You succeed in your attempts at cost of pride and insult
Slowly and steady always go ahead and win the race
He has everything to exhibit with smiling face
The standing and position take him to different world
He must try to stand firm there and not develop cold
It is easy to sustain and remain at the bottom
You can forget the palaces and stay in small room
You may all the c comforts in living as ordinary man
You are at liberty to surge ahead as much as you can
It takes lot of energy in the form of sincere efforts
You try to maintain lead with good rapports
It is certainly bound to yield good result
People may find you as an honest and come to consult
Success sometimes may lead you to commit folly
It may not be your intention as is seen wholly
You may not be able to digest it as good person
The arrogance may take over from you without any reason
The person tends to become unreasonably blind and arrogant
He seems to think that the success has come of its own and instant
No one has done anything for him or not even by his contemprory
The transitional period has passed off and stayed there temporary
When such things take place in head
It takes person to fall back from lead
He fails to understand the mood and unable to read
He is bound to fail in all the respects without correct feed
He will try to find the faults with the events
This will compel him to pass unnecessary comments
It will generate lot of heat and dissension
It may prove his graveyard for the lack of passion
To sustain the grown and.live with it is great art
You only need good luck and very good start
Luck may favor reward you for sincere attempt
The initial reaction may not be slow but very prompt
Stay wherever you are and sustain
Curb the defeatist tendencies and contain
See to it that nothing goes against your interest
You may be able to judge and come out as best
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0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
poems that try to sound unlike any other poems
poets who never take risks
poets who think that taking risks
makes them good poets
poems with 'meaning'
poems with no meaning
poets who slag off other poets
as if that achieves something
poets that tell you that rhyme
is not for an age but for all time
poets that tell you that rhyme is outmoded and boring
poets who think that the poetry of 'the past'
is greater than that of 'the present'
poets who think that the poetry of 'the present'
is greater than that of 'the past'
poems that tell you the poet's the first to discover sex
poets that tell you they’re the best sex you’ll ever have
although you’ll never meet them to find out
poets that tell you they’ve been dumped
poets who've never known love and being dumped
poets who are ambitious
poets who are unambitious
poets who tell you all about higher things
poets who reject higher things
poets who think life’s just a joke
poets who think life’s no joke
poets who sit on the fence
poets who have no sense of balance
poets who despise 'the middle ground'
poets who talk about technique
poets with no technique
poets who just throw down their thoughts
poets who 'work up' their poems to a self-satisfied polish
poets who list what they like (who cares?)
poets who list what don’t like (who cares?)
poets who write about extreme states
poets who think they’re immune to extreme states
poets who tell you why they’re bored
poets who have opinions
poets who seem to have no opinions at all
poets who have boring opinions to air - why choose poetry?
poets who comment on others' poems
as if it's the last word
poets who never bother to comment
on others' poems
poets who don't love poetry passionately
poets who tell you they 'love poetry passionately'
poets who – oh I’m too bored to go on reading this,
how about you?
I suppose you have boring opinions too?
another time perhaps
and oh yes I'm most of all bored by
those who waste their precious time on this earth
being bored
well I feel better for that.
how about you?
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
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Turn a great poet
You can turn a great poet
Only you should have an art of keeping others quiet
Keep group of four or five to support
Rest other poets may stand to deport
It happens in all the organizations
It becomes known only after some revelations
But exactly what cause we serve by doing so?
We make indecent entry for other poets to go
There is no yard stick for readers to prefer
Some of the ideas are pre set and is likely to differ
Yet some kind of favor reflects in trend
This is enough reason for good poet to buckle or bend
In new set up, he may find hardly any one to support
Where as few others poets may kill his chance to anchor at port
None may appreciate his effort to strengthen poetry base
Lot many of them may disappear without facing tough chase
I have hardly any reason to resent
But of course spirit of good poetry is absent
You go after established poets with so much to praise
And not a single word for simple poet to boost or raise
Poets are born and not made
As earth gives up nice crops when deeply spade
It is water and natural manure that cultivates fine
Green corps may stand in defiance to define
Do the words create all magic in verses?
Yes if that is felt within one honestly pursues
Poetry may be felt all along even if ignored
As sea waves rush unstoppable toward shore
Bank may feel greatly elated at striking noise
The sound is heard beautifully with sweet voice
As if music is created with each passing wave
Ups and down of journey surely represent the waves
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Well, you are so dear
Well you are so dear
So far but so near
Can you for a while land your ear to hear?
Have from me nothing to fear
When you have complete trust
How then I can mistrust?
I should go along as it is must
Should not think even to leave you as first
Stars may twinkle and disappear
Moon also may have and dark patch bear
With all draw backs I may not even think
To leave you in midst and brink
I may not be as straight as you wanted
Thoughts still bother but firmly bonded
I have to act fast and decide
No time left to consult and confide
You may think differently from many angles
I may to fight it out and leave no wrangles
You should be sure of what you think to do
I have complete faith and not attempt to woo
You may have all the options open
It is my sincere wish and love token
People may laugh at my suggestion
I care less and am out of question
Many things may crop up and emerge
I have nothing to offer but simply to urge
Give no credence or land your ears
Once missed chance, may take for years
Let us forge the permanent alliance
It should be motto and base for reliance
Let our soul meet in unison
No scope for rift without complete reason
It may last for ever long
People may praise and honour with song
Never have we given any reason for going wrong
Best couple to be known with time along
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Poetry
To those of you who've never read poems
there is a vacancy in your homes.
For poets dream
and poets scream
words that should be said
and never left dead.
They speak of love in artful wonder
and even love that's torn asunder.
They tell the stories that affect the people.
Their hopes, their fears,
the ageing years
their laughing times,
their weeping tears.
Poetry has its own special flow.
If you've never read it you don't know
its magic with word
not silent but heard.
To evoke in the mind
something you find
with rhythm and cadences
allowing your senses
to come alive.
Alive.
Most poets are quiet except with their pen.
They become quite vociferous especially when
conveying to you what they deem to be true.
For poets are sensitive
to all they see.
They speak from the heart
and hope to be
inspirational, controversial
to awaken in you
a picture or image
for your mind to view.
Poems are music and praise for the soul
that hungers and thirsts
for you to become whole.
All of the poets who've come and gone
have left their thoughts and then moved on,
moved on to pursue loftier goals
accompanied by words to soothe their souls.
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Correct definition
"Your imagination is scaling new height"
Touching hearts of many and sets
New trend with some reasonable approach
We are in position to think without any coach
Some of the friends may shower with praise
Some may comment badly and unsuccessfully chase
Down grade the moral and discourage to write more
I think of it reasonably and apply break therefore
Not all the poets criticize the new concept
Comments reveal that after reading poem many have wept
It is not easy to make people feel the pulse of the character
Put them in the position and feel as an actor
Poems are just medium to air the views
Paint them in optimistic way to be picked by few
I consider it as fine gesture on the part of readers
Many of them are quite young and bulk of it as elders
Thoughts do not emerge from any type of concentration
It requires no special effort or some kind of mediation
The main thrust is aimed at building delicate relation
Where poet and reader is perfectly aligned with the related question
Modern or old theory of gathering theme is around us
We must believe our eyes and watch it with trust
Simple question is to be asked about why all these happens?
Why are we so blind to the reality despite higher education even?
I trust my pen and air freely whatever penetrates in mind
All doors are open to receive it and suitably find
Agree to imagery set up in mind and relay it further
Ready to feed child with natural feed as mother
It is nice to develop intimate relation
That helps to bridge and receive indication
Frank debate over where we have erred in composition
Adjust if possible or take care in its correct definition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Book to be read
How to read a book page when book it self is denied?
Book can remain mystery till last until it is supplied
Very friend of mine and great poetess thinks of seclusion
It is her and only her and absolutely no provision for any inclusion
How person can shy away from reality of life and basic facts?
You can’t be truly yourself until you come forward and act
It has got no relevancy in fact if you kill your self with conscience
You got to open up to face the people with modern science
“I am open to friendship but not to worldly talks of any pleasure”
“I am shy of everything and not in position to reassure”
This revelation stunned me for the absence of any real reason
Poet/poetess has to be versatile and accessible in any season
I detested her seclusion as if I was after oasis water
What steps or method should I employ for her opinions alter?
She was not t unreasonable but suffering from her own prison
Secluded voluntarily for no good reason and imprisoned
We have holy task of giving frank opinion through mighty pen
It may only be fruitful when people come round and offer then
Their unstinted love for the worthy creations and comment
Life may have its own rainbow and we have no reason to lament
Many readers come with the beautiful comment to label me as vampire
They term me as modern vampire and I enjoy it as gift of empire
What others say may not necessarily means an insult or derogation
It must be taken as not utter surprise but in form of congratulation
I had urge to read complete book pages from a renowned poetess
She was complete genius with full of talent and not stage actress
What needed was complete exposure in public to be judged?
I had no way to approach her for the fear of being misjudged
She realized the point behind and assured to shed the oblivion
I was really assured of very good player returning from pavilion
I don’t what may be worth point in recalling her real, presence
It was great loss to the poetry world for the talent and absence
I feel totally thrilled to find out friend in the promise of “may be”
They were the reassuring words of what actually would have been or should be
It was promise to come back to the poetic world with good skill
I considered it as emergence of powerful entry or strong will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An advise to....
“Be watchful and don’t go that side”
There is Death Valley so deep and wide
I wanted to caution you but couldn’t hide
Friend rushed to me with a view to confide
He was very nice and thorough gentleman
Sometimes he may advise me s layman
I was always cautious not to hurt his sentiments
He was always there for all the moments
I have faith in all the small things
Even small birds can fly with wings
Who will go and warn them of danger ahead?
Still all will fly in formation to lead
The strength lies in their resolve
They need no out side help to solve
Where from they may receive guidance?
They are not at all worried for any dependence
One small aunt can kill the elephant
Individual may always go for big hunt
No one may notice the small object
We must know its utility and never reject
Small things count in every manner
How one adamant screw can be handled by small spanner?
It has got its strength, power and value
We needn’t underestimate and accord due
It is exactly the way we should proceed
Careful consideration and planning is only need
We must clearly understand and read
Their importance to be fed clearly in head
We can perform miracles and achieve the feat
We also receive enough of love when greet
We can know the worth of labor only in heat
The afternoon blaze can make you enough to sweat
You may enjoy the fruit only when you are happy to do
People stand by your side only when try to woo
It is altogether different thing that love plays simple role
People may react strongly in favor even if they differ like poles
Place your self to the services of needy and poor
Knock and wait with patience at the door
Not necessarily you may get rousing welcome
You may be treated differently and addressed as troublesome
It is an art of living with masses
You may not get any coaching class
How pure water is seen through glass?
Your work may be assessed in same class
Some times you put half hearted efforts
It will not result into kind in good rapports
You need to have base and good support
How long vessels wait at long sea to visit at ports
Make the way and find the place in their heart
It is essential and good beginning or start
It is not important how do we perform?
It is different if we stay happy and in form
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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