No More
Father was running small shop
As trader he was considered flop
Even though with investment he was called merchant
He was gentleman and had no reason to resent
We used to live and pull on bare means
As he was in fix to find two square meals
Income was low and always falling short
His boat was never reaching at port
Totally unconcerned with worldly affairs
He seemed to be kind at heart and very fare
He will call me near and put hand over head
Advise of me of few words and try to read
Tears may just roll from my eyes
As I could see pain in his futile try
He wanted me to grow as fast as possible
To remove all poverty and take the family out of troubles
The hard days existed for many days
He could bear no more and passed away
I was informed of in the school and rushed
So as to witness but nearly got pushed
He was laid straight on ground
People around him were silently found
No one uttered a word but consoled me
As I was still minor and seemed laden with worry
I did not forecast about what would be the future
Now everything was rested with on the mother
I was her sole hope and she had no tears
She was mentally prepared to look forward and bear
I could see and experience little grief
But it soon got vanished and remained for brief
We could wait no more for sad days
There was urgent need to cope and pay
Death of an elder in home is huge loss
It can result in loss and may certainly cause
The heavy burden on family members
To face it bravely with lots of things to remember
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Reality spoken of Lies
One night I came home to tears from my mother,
the quietness of my father,
to realize my life would never be the same.
I felt for my sisters, as this is their father,
who has forsaken our mother.
I lost all I had to Lies.
Lonely nights, Lonely days,
Feeling of despair cascaded me, Loss of reality,
Loss of the loving family I thought I had.
No one is there in the shadows to comfort me,
I lost all I had to Lies.
Then to find out the man I loved,
also lied, was painful and so deep.
Another loss, another heart ache,
The shadows tried to reach me,
but loss of reality reached me first, till family intervened.
I found Love I was looking for,
I just had to reach out my hand, they grabbed onto me so tightly, fearing I would fall back, into life of shadows.
Remind yourself of this,
Reality spoken of Lies, may be like a poison,
which spreads till your reality is lost.
But please never fear to seek out that hand,
the one that is reaching out to love you and help you!
Your love is wanted, needed, & cherished by someone.
You may never even have realized they were there to begin with.
poem by Tracy Elizabeth Welter
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On Receiving A Letter From Marie
I wrote to the Sullivan family on the death of family member Catherine it seemed for me the proper thing to do
They were my friends and neighbours when I lived in Millstreet and to our old friends we must remain true
I was not expecting a letter in return and it came as a big surprise to me
When I received a letter from Catherine's elder sister Marie she now is Mrs Cregan from Tralee.
Marie from Claraghatlea one I remember her shiny wavy hair was chestnut brown
A cheerful and a very friendly person one of the nicest west of Millstreet Town
A warm hearted and a charming lady she always greeted with a big smile and hello
And hearing from her in her time of sorrow brought back the memories of long ago.
When she and Catherine and their younger brother James were going to school in Millstreet all three I recall were younger than I
Those were the happiest days that I remember but on looking back the years just seemed to fly
And our youthful Seasons for us went too quickly and the lust for wander carried us away
From Duhallow and the meadows west of Millstreet where in Summer weather we made cocks of hay.
She told me in her letter how she grieves for her sister Catherine they always were a close knit family
Our crosses to bear can sometimes prove quite heavy and how sad so very sad this life can be?
But time as we know is the greatest healer and though the pain of loss to heal may seem quite slow
As time goes by from her grief she will recover and her ache of loss from her eventually will go.
A surprise letter from Marie for to thank me for sympathy in writing I'd expressed at a family loss
The passing of Catherine at a young age tragic and on the family such a heavy cross
For Catherine her suffering is over though she did not live on to grow old and gray
And for Marie grieving for her beloved sister the ache of loss in time will fade away.
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Tears dropp
Tears dropped from my eyes
As the days passed by
It was painful yet so dear
I had to undergo it and bear
I remembered exactly when father was no more
It had jolted me and tore apart
The mother was still there to console
I heaved a sigh of relief with strong pole
As mother proved to be strong lady
There was felt no vacuum for the daddy
He had left no fortune but placed us in strong hand
Mother took the control and treated us like friends
We owed the body and soul to parents
It was true and very much apparent
We had learnt lessons of self sufficiency
Mother worked hard for us not to feel any deficiency
I remember and count critical moments
Mother stood firm and gave no vents
It was her heroic effort to keep us under fold
She taught us to be brave and bold
Today when I look back and open the memory
It all moves like movie with all impressions to carry
I move with all the scenes as if it has happened yesterday
It has ended with the nightmare in a day
We were hand to mouth for many days
We could find no respectful way
It required great struggle to survive
We too were determined for powerful drive
It did not break us from within
It was situation like no loss no wins
We had learnt a lot to stand fast
The situation was not to remain same till last
I have vivid memory and painful past
Even though it made us tough to stand fast
It had made us to forget and leave behind
There was to be left no trace to find
Though mother is not with me today
I have not forgotten those days
She was by all means an alert guard
To take us in strength and look forward
I have raised great empire with all means
She is there in all the corners and seen
It was her resolute stand that took us out of storm
She was as dedicated as before and fully informed
I shed tears not for being left alone
But her action to take us out from cyclone
Had she lost her courage and presence of mind
We would have been no where to find
Though God is great to take us to shore
We pray all those dear ones and adore
We can do nothing for their brave front
Only last glorious moments make us to confront
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Complete Man
Days may pass and so the years
Some words still wait to enter the ears
Gives so much joy and happiness
A meaningful smile rushes on face
I tried to retain childhood
But rushed to youth due to rich food
All changes were taking place
In gradual manner but with rapid pace
Life was open like play ground
So many things were to be found
Destiny was to be shaped
And of course fame and name was to be capped
It was to be done in limited sphere
As nothing was open and looked bare
Something was to be created with tough competition
Life was asking it again and again with repetition
Off sight was not to be allowed
To go off the vision was not be followed
With vigorous drive to achieve the result
Even if was barred by tough challenge or insult
Family was standing like rock behind
But it was me who had to search and find
What was good and what could be found later
If I had to emerge as strong and trend setter
I loved the danger and always rushed
Tried whole heartedly and pushed
To come of victorious and smile gently
As life had tested success recently
I have every reason to feel elated
As strong reasons are now related
I have come off nicely on stage
As so much has been proved with the age
I shall now be called complete man
As it had no short comings of human
I have achieved it within normal capacity
With reasonable means and with fine quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Remember who I lost
Like sad days I couldn’t stand,
or past loss I felt so sorrow,
I remember who I lost.
They were everything in my day, always in my heart.
I loved them and they loved me, but some where in time,
things happened.
I got caught up in confusion through my inner unconsciousness,
they were lost in the winds of circumstance.
Alone and betrayed came the ocean of tears and mark of mindlessness, all was a complete loss.
Ripped into deep things of paradox,
drifted once again past the safety line.
Even these words cry, as I set them in type,
knowing that it was everyone’s lack that brought about this smack,
that punished us all.
Again and again I loose them over and over as each light of day becomes light. When I see my eye’s in mirror I see them as living specters of love, that fade after the days concerns grip onto me.
At days end I take the steps slowly to another night that they will visit me in dreams almost like visions, crying at their presence, once again to know they are not here… with me.
I can’t find the right words to say the loss,
gravity of these heavy thought,
as I remember who I loss.
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My Burden
My loss is my burden alone to bear
In sacrosanct equanimity
But sympathy does come calling
In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain
Great talk shows seen
Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail
But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon
Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain
That I bear
The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh
As water poured on rock
Mine embedded in my bone
And feeds on my marrow
Family won't invite us,
My pain and I together,
To a breakfast meeting
My peers won't
Invite us to a business lunch
Friends won't invite us to a dinner
Cos the world stops not for anyone's
Tragic loss and accompanying grief
It is like an aircraft in flight
That ought to land for its passengers to alight
And one passenger I am
Swathed in the turbulence of this jet
Being baptised by unruly weather
Sympathizers are like car owners
On pleasure trips who could pull up
At every turn to attend to their fancies
My loss is my burden alone to bear
Not yours whose feeling stands
Aloof akimbo as I howl,
'My brother, oh my brother,
Why leave me so early
Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '
(C) Chris Jibero.2010.
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Sad days
I remember those sad days
Life with lots of problems on the way
No cheers but question of life and death
Fight for square meals a day and unable to breath
Mother used to put me at her back
As everything was at stake
Life for child remained a source of concern
The future was to be changed in turn
I remember her working at farm
Soil to dig when sun wan not warm
Work to start when breeze still on surface
No worry lines to appear on the face
She was not only bold but assertive too
Life was meant to be challenge and felt as true
Work hard or get nothing in return
Energy in body to be burnt in turn
Tears have no place to fall on the ground
It is lovely, beautiful and laborious round
“I won’t die my lovely child” she may murmur
Make me laugh and tease with humor
How can be life harder than this?
If some one doesn’t get it then it is surely a miss
We don’t die or perish as a result of hard labor
The ship has to be taken at the berth of harbor
God only knows how many years it may take?
But surely it will be long drawn yeas to make
Life then will be put on right track
You may look back a past with no feelings of an ache
I don’t know where from that urge comes
To fight the situation and smilingly welcome
Not to get discouraged if means are meager
Slowly it builds and makes man perfect and stronger
Leave not behind any such regret
You were not meant to suffer such fate
If one has time on his or her side
There is no need to lament or search for guide
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
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Deadly Cancer
It was diagnosed as deadly cancer
A disease now common but found with fewer
So much progress has been made in this direction
But patients suffer mental agony with medicine's reaction
Mother was not feeling well since many days
She may remain busy whole day and calmly stay
She knew very well that she is up with disease
But disclosed to me that it should not be made known please
I was elder among in the family and realized the importance
There was no hope at all and she was awaited with bleak chance
I knew she may remain with us for few more days or months
Then may be suddenly taken over by cruel death
Females generally suffer more with such kind diseases
The moment they marry their existence suddenly ceases
They are not only overpowered by lots of responsibility at home
But countered with numerous problems to tackle and welcome
I could clearly see worry lines on her face
But she won't allow any body to find trace
She will be smiling all the time and remain cheerful
As if life was defeat4d and she remained successful
Such was her dominating character
Sometimes she will make us to roar in laughter
Forgetting all the pains caused by incurable disease
She used to say 'Life must be spent always at ease'
I will direct look at her eyes and try to find out
Why she is always trying to be normal and talk about?
She was funny too and played with small kids
Never failed in her duty for providing the clear lead
She breathed her last with complete control
There was panic or any distress call
She called everybody near by her bed
Bade farewell and told some one for hymns to be heard
She closed her eyes very slowly
Face with beautiful smile and happily
She was not defeated till the last
As the end came peacefully but very fast
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Really Unforgettable
Child school days are really unforgettable
Not that that it all confined to school table
It did something more to feel for other children
To think about them and learn new thing even
The greatest things was to learn about tolerance
May came with notorious type of activities and performed also at once
When pulled up by teacher then they understood some fair meaning
It was something more apart from learning
My memory rushed me back to two new friends
Both were from poor family and unable to meet the ends
Yet they may enter school politely with clean cloths
They were clever and innocent but powerful in math
I had special leaning for their attitude
For little favor they used to express gratitude
Always down to earth and very much expressive
Not at all hostile but very much polite and submissive
I noticed their absence for two days
There were not to be seen around as were unable to pay
Their fees for further months and hence had gone for farm labor
The teacher disclosed the fact in open and I decided to favor
'We want to come of our own 'was the polite reply
I unsuccessfully tried for help but it was futile try
What a way of living standard with full satisfaction?
What do we take it as an shining example or good indication?
Both have risen to highest position one can ever dream
Even though they had remained till last in our team
For so many years they remained not in contact
But some dividend was paid to them for hard act
Nothing goes in drain or in vain
The success then comes in chain
Bad old days don't remain for long time
They are replaced later on as happy days sometimes
My eyes got little wet when memory rushed all of sudden
Old days are sometimes remembered with clear vision
We analyze it with smile on face for the foolish actions of past
Yet it gives lots of joy and happiness even if fade away very fast
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Mampi: A Girl Of 11
Pranab k c
15/07/2011
Father is blind of one eye
only the elder brother
going to lose his kidney
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She can't do anything to share
She can't learn her lesson well
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She dreams to share her family
She dreams to fight a lot
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
One morning noise everywhere
Mampi sleeps noiseless
Mampi a girl of eleven
committed suicide
Two days later
family found a suicide note
broken words of Mampi's hand
give my kidney to my brother
give my eye to my father
I die because I learnt
man can share body-parts
with others after death'
Mampi the girl of eleven years
felt poverty silently
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The Late Sir John Ogilvy
Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead, aged eighty-seven,
But I hope his soul is now in heaven;
For he was a generous-hearted gentleman I am sure,
And, in particular, very kind unto the poor.
He was a Christian gentleman in every degree,
And, for many years, was an M.P. for Bonnie Dundee,
And, while he was an M.P., he didn't neglect
To advocate the rights of Dundee in every respect.
He was a public benefactor in many ways,
Especially in erecting an asylum for imbecile children to spend their days;
Then he handed the institution over as free,--
As a free gift and a boon to the people of Dundee.
He was chairman of several of the public boards in Dundee,
And among these were the Asylum Board and the Royal Infirmary;
In every respect he was a God-fearing true gentleman,
And to gainsay it there's nobody can.
He lived as a Christian gentleman in his time,
And he now lies buried in the family vault in Strathmartine;
But I hope his soul has gone aloft where all troubles cease,
Amongst the blessed saints where all is joy and peace.
To the people around Baldovan he will be a great loss,
Because he was a kind-hearted man and a Soldier of the Cross.
He had always a kind word for every one he met,
And the loss of such a good man will be felt with deep regret
Because such men as Sir John Ogilvy are hard to be found,
Especially in Christian charity his large heart did abound,
Therefore a monument should be erected for him most handsome to behold,
And his good deeds engraven thereon in letters of gold.
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Family, Friends and Fellowship
He gave you arms to hold me up when I am falling down
He gave you lips to cheer me up when storms are all around
He gave you songs to fill me up when words will never do
For this family, oh Father I thank you!
He gave you tears to cry with me when I am filled with grief
He gave you joy to laugh with me when I find relief
He gave you eyes to watch over me as I walk the narrow way
For this family, Father I thank you today!
Family Friends and Fellowship keep me going strong
There’s always someone by my side I know that I belong
To a family bound for glory land, I find myself at ease
’Cause this family who loves Jesus, has His peace!
He gave you tears to cry with me when I am filled with grief
He gave you joy to laugh with me when I find relief
And because you love Jesus, I can trust you to love me too!
For this family, oh, Father I thank you!
For this family, oh, Father I thank you!
poem by Marquita Lawson
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Why A Woman Cries
Jerry mcbee
He calls you from the office and he tells you that hes sorry
But it looks like hell be working late again and he asks you how your day went
But he didnt say he missed you and hed rather be home with you and the kids
Then suddenly the day has lost its meaning and you find it hard to hold the tears inside
And the tears begin to fall, and another days gone by
As you dry the tears from your eyes, just another reason why a woman cries
You ask him if hed call you when hes working late again
But its nine oclock and still he hasnt called and the dinner fixed with special care
Is getting cold, and hes not there - you wonder if he really cares at all
Another lonely night and hes not with you and you find it hard to hold the tears inside
And the tears begin to fall, and another days gone by
As you dry the tears from your eyes, just another reason why a woman cries
Now you push aside the curtains and youre looking out the window
And the kids are playing with him in the yard, he takes you out occaisonally
And once more youre a family and he thought about your birthday after all
Its then you know the reason why you love him and hell never know the joy you feel inside
And all the tears youve cried, just a part of a womans life, when a womans happy inside
Its another reason why a woman cries, just another reason why a woman cries
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My passion n views
When you meet old friends, tears may rush in
Heart becomes heavy with lovely scene
You find no words to express and speak
It used to have been for days and weeks
For sweet memory and talks, not only days
but nights with long hours will be less
years may pass by and there will not be any trace
but at the end you may the worries on the face
Nothing will appeal not even sea side or public places
Neither big gardens with flowers nor big palace,
Not even the country side with green fields any more
No hill top with white snow or no sea beaches or shore,
You go into deep memory and feel so sad,
when news reaching to you are really bad
Your beloved is on death bed and very sick,
Not able to talk and walk even with stick,
As the rose is considered king among flowers
Natural bathe under fountain fall is best in shower;
Best friends are counted on fingers and may be fewer,
like good shows may draw less viewers
'Thoughts' were between us most so in common
Before I could pen them she wrote it down
Expression in thoughts and most in action
still remained calm and offered no reaction
will she be true to her promises and same again?
I am sure time may not be same for certain,
before it can dry and run out,
something should be done and read about
will I be put to shame and face it again?
She uses words of respect often and often,
I smell rat in game and find loss and no gain
force me to think and to find out way to regain,
Should she talk to me and show the face often?
Eyes may not to be same to sparkle again
Face may not reveal composure any more,
had I insisted upon and ask more this before?
She argues' on face that stands veiled'
eyes are always closed and happiness can’t be hailed
Face can’t bear smile and lips are sealed
Deep wounds are there but can’t be healed
Can my age be given to her and added?
Will his beloved be back in her fold again?
Fortunes should smile and offering no pain,
what do I expect? Efforts should not go in vain,
I have to cross seven high seas and reach
How to come closer to shore or beach?
Should I rush to her with clipped wing?
Against the odd and high speed wind,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A little kid
I wished to be little kid
Mother’s hand to feed
Father to lift with strong hand
Brother to throw me in open sand
To stand up on feet with great courage
Little steps forward but unable to manage
Desire to grow fast with total disregard to age
Still safe under shed but not meant to be in cage
It is safe world for all times to come
Everybody to shake hand with warm welcome
All needs to be met at short notice
I felt it amusing and very nice
To run after mother step by step
To be pushed in corner with tying of trap
No nuisance of any kind simple tolerated
Simple movements revealed and narrated
Youth has lost al its charm
Child days were very warm
It has its own charismatic value
You get everything even when not due
I would love to live again
As child to be with family main
What a days to be spent with complete joy?
it was nice to spent it with different toys
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No children can
My heart ached when saw them in hot sun
They were toiling hard and were on run
From pillars to post for two square meals
No one was prepared to offer them honorable deal
Well I was small child to see and feel
The time was not quickly passing on the wheel
It had stopped as if to test us in critical times
Father was laborer and mother a helper sometimes
They were yet in happy state
Evening meals used to be very late
She will prepare hot watery soup made of vegetables
We used to eat it together on ground table
What a courageous and lion hearted man he was?
What a woman with still resolve by his side she was?
I used to witness their smile and may run for kind hand
Over my head and feel entire world as very close friend
"We are not born to suffer" he used to reiterate
We may break the hill to make way for gate
The successful road may be ready and we shall enter
The pain and sufferings may then be thrown from the center
I was picking mustache on my boyish face
The father had everything to feel in this worldly race
I was about to fit in his dreams and mother used to smile
I knew it was their blessings and hard effort to cover the miles
I know it from heart and may not hesitate to reveal
They were illiterate parents but made me worthy and real
I can thumpingly with honor say that I am really proud
I want to make them feel as they were and speak loud
No children can turn ungrateful later on
Sweet memories move around them and are woven
That keeps them with watery eyes and remind
That here are the best people who were down to earth and kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only A Limited Time
So 5 days of silence
5 days to compile
5 days to realize
This inner peace will take awhile.
Consumed by brother's weakness
Enraged by father's hate
Only now I've had 5 days
To sit and contemplate.
Showing people sides of me
That they have never seen
Giving out pamphlets
Trying to chart what all this means.
So 5 days to find an angel.
One I thought was lost.
Five days to reconnect
With time that exceeds
All past times lost.
Now I'm regaining energy
It is so hard to behave.
I'm ready to move on to
Passions.
It is real feelings that I crave.
I want to feel beauty
Happiness
Some release.
I say the feeling surpasses
Comfort and soars right on to peace.
5 days to make sure
Heart has to relate straight to mind.
5 days to realize that you
Really want only one flows free kind.
5 days it has been
To get back to ground.
To make sure that
I would not miss out
On this new flow that I have found.
5 days contain so much
5 days that seem so gone
5 days to become lost
5 days to carry on.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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I have seen a Hand
plenty of money can be done, hundred of
days can't see the sun, morning is the night
nothing is empty, only the eyes that open
with out seeing the day of yesterday
what makes then a man and proud to say
when anything goes heavy, leaving no
regret with the heart loaded with fancy, and
seems it look my face is happy
wonderful you come to my need, I am almost
blind to myself, wishing all the star to bring
me out, a little hand in my shoulder and letting
me to hold in my head you fold
your hand brings me up, where i'm almost
falling down into the ground, no one care and
everybody is blind to find my teary eyes, as I
grief to my grave the end time of my mind
open my eyes, and feel a little touch so gently
washing my tears, turning the wheel to face the
real victory where I was once so blind and now I
found the key to the smiling tears I offer to the
one once I forget to be with me
make tomorrow the day to hold of what was
yesterday and load to fit the future that comes in
my living arms, where I lay down my memories
of life
I have this day, a moment to nemesis the past,
leaving what is not it fulfills, yet! forwarding what
is something to hope the little hand I wish to
lay, where I'll take my rest
poem by Antonio Liao
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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