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No Uncertain Death

I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay

I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild

She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current

All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act

Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face

She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death

Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away

She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something

Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome

She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring

I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful

Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more

I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lola or grandma

She remained motionless and was laid on the ground
Her mortal remains could only be visibly found
She had completed her successful journey around
It was destined time to depart with no alarm or sound

We stood motionless and watched her lifeless body
She was before placed before us for the knowledge of everybody
Soon she will be taken to final place and laid to rest
This was real time for all of us to remain calm and stand the test

Oh, grandma you are no more
Who I will remember and adore?
I never witnessed such scene this before?
I couldn’t think about any idea to explore

She was source of strength to all of us
She had all the courage and trust
She was like complete shed as that of tree
We us to live and feel completely free

She will call me personally and confide
Would you not tell me truth and not hide?
Why you want to lead your life as lone woman?
Don’t you prefer honest and trustworthy as your man?

“No” I used to argue loudly and then cry?
Aged persons seemingly asking same questions, why?
I used to be in rage but same time feeling very shy
Grandma was really a kind woman and making worth try

I may miss her very badly as she is no more with family
I cried a lot with emotions and looked so silly
It was the moment for all of us to shed tears
She was now not among us and those were the worst fears

She lived her life with full honor
Brought us up in family even though we were minor
She worked very hard for our well being
We felt as if we were crippled without wing

“Lola” or grandma has left for heavenly abode
I still feel she is among us and never bade
She is remaining before my eyes all the day
I don’t feel loneliness and find the correct way

She used to call me and whisper in ears
“What will you really do in coming year? ”
You got to find a lovely companion
He should be real all-rounder and champion

“I will keep him at bay and never allow”
He will have to obey and strictly follow
If he doesn’t then he will have to forgo
I will not accept and let him go”

Such were nicest words that still sound my mind
No ideal family may have luck to have such lola to find
I may miss but may find her everywhere in the home
I still may hear her foot steps when stroll or roam

Lola…… grand mother

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, mom please

I was so much attached to my mother
She was kind and no one can be like her
All mothers may be same as to be called
I miss her all the time when recalled

What to speak and what to miss
She will touch the hand and kiss
She will hold the body and embrace
I could see tears on her face

That she will feel enough of joy when we are near
Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear
She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes
I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears

I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects
I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect
She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth
She would not forces on us for asking any proof

I may sit in her lap and find whole world
She was mild but aggressive and cold
She would blow wild in no time
And come down too any time

I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort
Being child I had association and good rapport
She would move her fingers in my hair
I would feel gentle breeze from the air

Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world?
How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold?
She would smiling say nothing and hide the face
I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case

Mom was happy all the time in our company
Our family comprised of not so many
We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much
But she was quite different as such

She would call all of us to sit before her
She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother
“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure
She would say often to make us very sure

I would touch her nerve to no more
I will try to know and explore
About our ancestors and grandmother
She would feel bitterness at reference of others

“I was not preferred only for marriage”
Your dad was black and I had to manage
Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact
She thought We had committed a sinful act

She did not bless us till the last
She remained with her views very steadfast
She was obsessed with creed, color and cast
She saw so much hatred in contrast

I thought for a while and left her alone
It devastated me as if hit by cyclone
Some of the silly things shatter our life
Mother had tolerated enough as wife

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Go-Alone

One has to travel it alone
It is like surviving onslaught of cyclone
The life has made you for what you wanted to be
Resolute in mind, independent and totally free

You can decide the destiny
Having trust and faith in almighty
Certain things you may or have not
The desperate bid has to be made and force the way out

The relation built here are on temporary basis
There are no set views based on any thesis
It is one’s own mind that has to be read
Catch the path and go forward to lead

One may lead the life in isolation
As he may not find time to build the relation
The lovely companion in life is matter of luck
The ship always remains ground and struck

You have tried many times but failed
The chances were there but not availed
Something struck to your mind and it flopped
You were not encouraged and all the time stopped

You missed the bus as it was full
You made attempt were not successful
You could get in to occupy the place
But you had no resolve to find out and chase

You waited for someone to enter life
To walk hand in hand and to be called wife
It remained a dream and time passed away
You just waited for and gave the way

It will always be good to have someone
To look after in bad time and have fun
life is not merely probing ground to make run
but make it beautiful and worthwhile in turn

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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

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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

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Last advice

Papa was looking at the ceiling
As wanted to pass on something
I could guess something unusual
He was quiet and looked so casual

He had sensed his departure in advance
He may be surely debating his last chance
To see everybody standing by his bed side
The may be bide adieu with eyes wide

Normally relative gather when end nears
Secretly cry and shed the tears
It is normal human feeling with attachment
Sad feeling at heart and heavy moment

I did not miss his last advise
He had taken from me a promise
That I shall remain alert and act wise
"In this world there is no other choice" he had confided

I miss those moments and remember his face
There were visible fear lines with some traces
He had some unfilled task for me to complete
He took my hand with grief and tried to greet

This made my heart down with grief
Even though he spoke little and remained brief
We all were sure that this time he will be gone
I prayed almighty for his last breathe to be peacefully done

All parents are alike when their end approach
They may want all relatives near to bed as such
They would see it with all kind of satisfaction
Look all over places at home with recitation

We are poor human animal
There is so much celebration upon our arrival
When time comes at last for departure
They remember God and pray as creator

I slipped deep in the thought
As this was new situation and suddenly was brought
I was new to such tragic event
Unforgettable in whole life to resent

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How right she was?

“Grandma, grandma” we may shout and usher in house
We may trouble her even with slight appearance of mouse
She was there for all practical purpose
We had no reason to guess for anything or suppose

She was towering strength at her age and guided
Her magic spell and words always blinded
We will not dare to defy her in any way
She will not feel bad we would keep certainly away

She had created paramount position
We accepted it as fine and well composition
She was philosopher, guide and everything
We will rush to her if something was not found or missing

If we don’t find her then we shall certainly miss her in the evening
We will find it difficult to forget any unusual happening
It will be difficult to sleep quietly in the night
We may feel something for not doing anything right

We may silently debate “How right she is?
“Even today God blesses in peaceful night”
Her utterances prove very right
We will try to forget the scuffle or swift fight

She may confide in me by saying
You just remember God by simply laying
If sleep still eludes then try to pray
The sound sleep may not stay away

It was her life's treasure
This was given for sure
You should benefit out of it
The lamp remains always lit

She may quietly come on bed side
Put her hand over head and spread it wide
Fingers may move in and give some sort of comforts
She makes all convincing with all possible efforts

Even though she had no formal education
Still wisdom on her part gave full marks with indication
I was taken full care of with very good advices
She had no clue as to with any of the devices

If you compare any living thing by first hand
The female character may not come at the end
It will always occupy dominant and honorable place
She is there to offer us strength and courage to face

I have vivid memory for her to remember
How inseparable part she was as member?
I still cry by hiding the face
She has left behind everything for us to trace

Almighty is very much pleased to bless us with such gift
We will never experience any discrimination or shift
She will give us everything possible with so much joy
We should take advantage out of it and fully enjoy

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A trusted friends

“Grandma, grandma” we may shout and usher in house
We may trouble her even with slight appearance of mouse
She was there for all practical purpose
We had no reason to guess for anything or suppose

She was towering strength at her age and guided
Her magic spell and words always blinded
We will not dare to defy her in any way
She will not feel bad we would keep certainly away

She had created paramount position
We accepted it as fine and well composition
She was philosopher, guide and everything
We will rush to her if something was not found or missing

If we don’t find her then we shall certainly miss her in the evening
We will find it difficult to forget any unusual happening
It will be difficult to sleep quietly in the night
We may feel something for not doing anything right

We may silently debate “How right she is?
“Even today God blesses in peaceful night”
Her utterances prove very right
We will try to forget the scuffle or swift fight

She may confide in me by saying
You just remember God by simply laying
If sleep still eludes then try to pray
The sound sleep may not stay away

It was her life's treasure
This was given for sure
You should benefit out of it
The lamp remains always lit

She may quietly come on bed side
Put her hand over head and spread it wide
Fingers may move in and give some sort of comforts
She makes all convincing with all possible efforts

Even though she had no formal education
Still wisdom on her part gave full marks with indication
I was taken full care of with very good advices
She had no clue as to with any of the devices

If you compare any living thing by first hand
The female character may not come at the end
It will always occupy dominant and honorable place
She is there to offer us strength and courage to face

I have vivid memory for her to remember
How inseparable part she was as member?
I still cry by hiding the face
She has left behind everything for us to trace

Almighty is very much pleased to bless us with such gift
We will never experience any discrimination or shift
She will give us everything possible with so much joy
We should take advantage out of it and fully enjoy

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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

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Sad Moments

I remembered those lovely and sad moments’
When felt kind hand moving in hair with some movements
Her tears were falling on my cheeks and whole face
I was still not awakened and felt sweet embrace

I was just back from my training school camp
Energetic, red face young man with official stamp
People may point out at my white skin and red face
It was smart turn out in civil dress with no more chases

I used to come back late in night with friends
My mother will wait for me and world may then end
I will have dinner which she may serve
What a lovely scene to see and deserve?

When my days drew nearer her mind was seized with questions
She became helpless and choked up with emotions
As I was brought with care and bond of relations
Any mother would miss her son in question

Whenever I used to find or see mother’s statue
It may compel me to think and deeply view
Her curved face lines with lots of emotional mixture
Kindness with lots of anxieties for child’s future

I remember, as an infant, her worries and concern
She may eagerly want and wait for my turn
To feed me with her own hand and enjoy
I too used to feel love, affection with joy

It was heavenly cover and shade
She provided it safe and in fact made
We all were enjoying under her patronage
Even today she is unforgettable figure in age

When I woke up from deep sleep
I found her eyes with worries so deep
She was unable to hide or keep
Yet I guessed how badly she failed not to weep

Such is nature of mother and may always be the same
Let us not forget her contribution and ever blame
She has brought us up to face any challenges
It is we who may fail or succeed or hardly manage

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A state of her mind

Tears were rolling from her eyes
Time had come to say me good bye
I was resting on her crossed leg
She starred at me as if was trying to beg

I don’t know what made her to think
She was down with the thoughts and sunk
I knew nothing about her status of mind
She remained calm and always kind

I was on short vacation from my service
I was called at home on some relative’s demise
I tried to spend good time with her
She always thought too much and bothered

All mothers of world may be same
God has specially chosen them o come
She under goes pain but always welcome
New arrival from her womb is dear some

What a sacrifice from living mother?
She has nothing except her child to bother
She has only one top most priority
Child should always remain in vicinity

It is deep love and affection
She is not affected by any tension
Her dream is fulfilled with simple cry from child
She looses no patience and gets slightly wild

I was woken up by small drops
They were falling non stop
I just raised my eyes to see
I found my self under the tree

“Why mom, do you cry” I parried question
“No, nothing” she didn’t make any mention
I could guess she was unhappy about my departure
She had seen many dreams in my future

I was in service of the motherland
I was motivated by her and nearly trained
She wanted her one of the child to be dedicated
On many occasion she had her wishes made known or indicated

It came as complete surprise with shock
I was now in sense and fully awoke
It was weakening my spirit
I saw in her eyes bright light

They were beaming with confidence
This was not the first incidence
Many a times she was in such state
The tears were rushing very late

I could understand her position
She had no more question
It was only an emotional cry
I couldn’t ask her further why

She had offered what others couldn’t do?
With the entire mother’s it is equally true
I was fortunate enough to find her caring
Her spirit and strength was definitely daring

I touched her feet but could say nothing
She wanted to say something
I kept her smiling all the way
She found in me bright ray

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Never heard before

Salute to you mother for your great service
You were so simple with no gadget or device
You did miracles for poor and downtrodden
You were remembered then and now even

You were dropped from heaven like Messiah or angel
You were shining star from every angle
We saw in you a divine light and followed
You never objected to but embraced and allowed

May be you had seen the tragedy of life
Thee time may not have been right or riddled with strife
You adopted to serve the mankind and particularly poor
Who were denied access and kept at the door

Whatever she did was never heard this before
Came on earth with divine message to serve therefore
To nurture the wounds and take care of destitute
She was her self complete mission as an institute

Lord had suffered cruelly at the hands of mankind
Even though he forgave them all and remained kind
You were seen as divine rose from beautiful heaven
You were successful to convey message even

She was preferred over many to be sent here
She had only poor at heart and offered prayers
It was seen as miracle in the form of Lord Mother
Who else could have been to stay here and offer?

Even though time did not show any mercy
She had ruled the hearts of many
Everybody wished very long life and prayed
Even though she had hint of death not being delayed

She was shining like star in the later part
Even though she worked hard as if was new start
She wanted to give maximum before departure
She thought of breathing last after making sure

She had tease in the heart for disturbing news
She wanted no more extension or reviews
It was made clear that her end was near
Even though she cried for those who remained dear

It was very painful to leave the mission half accomplished
It was not expected to be completed or left half finished
The divine wish was to be given first preference
The life was to end soon without any reference

The stars and sky may remain there for ever
So will be your name shined like star
You have gone back to the place where you had come
We had wept on your departure but God too waited for you to welcome

* Her name will stand tall in history of mankind*

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Silver

Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone

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Divine river water

The divine river water flows from heaven
The dreaded criminal becomes pure even
After taking dip in water with past guilt
A confessional approach with regret already built

"Admit guilt and confess" you will be pardoned
All your sins may be washed off and condoned
It makes your path little smooth and less troublesome
You were so far burdened with and feeling worrisome

Almighty has big heart and always remain graceful
You just cry over his feet and feel remorseful
He will surely let you grant enough of time to recover
From your old past to new start with blessings all over

It is not simple to forget the black past
Those memories may remain painful and never last
It may follow you till the death time
With all sort of heaviness in mind sometimes

I have seen people crying with lots of grief
Their illness might have remained very brief
Yet they feel burdened with heavy load
No smooth words may seem to be taking them on road

They are restless and want to hear some verses
Some good words to give them peace from curse
They have done lot more to harass other people
Now is their turn to face ire from almighty with trouble

True soul may never resent unintentional guilt
As he has taken precaution to admit and built
He has already shed tears in presence of almighty
With full of remorse and expressing heartily sorry

Remember him not at the nick of the time
Pray sincerely when it has come to your notice any time
That shall give you some room to monovour and confess
You can go back to memory and can make clear trace

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Special entity

Nothing to compare with grand mother
As if some angel is living on earth for us to bother
With little sweet in hand and running after children
Falling on ground and again up to chase even

Why has she been glorified?
Her figure in family is very much magnified
House may look ghost mansion
As she is only one in house as symbol of unison

She has before her full garden
Son and in daughter-in -law with many children
Each one trying to get close and shower
The much needed love reserved for fewer

I feel whole world in her lap
I used to sleep sound with her tap
I will slip away from worry land
To go in oblivion known as dream land

Why grandmas and granny's are so popular
Even though their roles are not similar
One is with children by right
Other one has to make it by fight

Children miss both in person
They have close proximity with reasons
Grandma is always there to concede demand
Granny is painted by mother as special brand

There is something special in their eyes
Affection and love is in abundance and flies
What she after all deserve to be counted?
Not abused at all and forcefully hunted

Now we witness total change
They suffer and get ignored with the age
Confined in home and feel as if in the cage
Children and especially close ones shout at them with rage

Many old age homes have come into being
Not all the parents happily sing
They have their horrified tale
Happy here with no worry to pass or fail

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The Same Place

The
same place where the sun is still embracing her memory,
in the same place where the stories seems pure magic,
in the same place where the sky is still kissing the perfume of her hair, in the same place where the moon is still holdin...g her hand,
in the same place where the night is still missing her,
...in the same place where magic and love the same symphony all over again it's the same, but still the same seems like the first time,
first time when your eyes were dancing with her eyes,
first time when u were listening that song all over again,
first time when u were reading the same poem all over again,
first time when u met the magic and u decide to dance, a last magic dance, u were lost without her perfume,
u wanted to dream again, to laugh again, 'cause only her eyes could make u smile, in that last petal of rose that she gave u, u felt the magic, and u embrace her memory, in that sweet box called 'love' that u always take with u....
there are your heart, your soul and your love,
memories, that there always gonna stay there...
pictured in that beautiful and touching symphony called 'her soul',
i name it magic, u named it passion,
u wanted to stay, she wanted to go,
u wanted to miss, she wanted to forget,
u wanted to love, she wanted to forgive,
u wanted to wish, she wanted to dream,
same feeling, but not played by the same symphony...
same memories, but not remembered by the same heart....
same old stories, but not remembered by the same eyes...
magic words, sweet memories, same old perfume of roses..
where did she go?
when the sun is calling 4 here?
when the sky is missing her?
when the moon is dreaming at her?
when the sea is waiting 4 her?
when the sand is whispering to come back?
where did she go, if the magic never dies?
where did she go, if the dreams never fall? '

poem by Abdelrahman MHussien
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I Didnt Know What Time It Was

Once I was young --
Yesterday, perhaps --
Danced with jim and paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
I didnt know what time it was
Then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didnt know what day it was
You held my hand.
Warm like the month of may it was,
And Ill say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mercy and compassion

I wondered in hostile land
I have breathed for a long on this motherland
Loved her like anything else but more
I praise her from heart and adore

Whenever I used to be in trouble
I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle
She will provide me each clue
Put her hand over head and guide to pass through

She is no more now and I face dilemma
Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma
I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge
Her impression on my mind large and huge

But I have found another place to feel merry
That none other than Mother Marry
Fountain of mercy and compassion
I just murmur by heart all my confessions

I have observed immediate result
I feel elated without fear of any insult
She is always there before my eyes
I need to remember her and make little try

Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face?
Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces
Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry
I keep my head down and forget to worry

My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven
That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even
I have found in you all my answers
Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer

I wish I could remain forever in your lap
Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap
That can take me to the new height
Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight

I shall dream alone about such divine feeling
I may not share it with any one despite willingness
I think lot more may flow like water stream
In the form water fall and like sun's beam

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Dead End

'I looked above and tried to find'
Those lovely eyes which were so kind
I trusted her and remained completely dependent
She was around me all the time and present

My eyes have become wet and not probing
I feel helpless, tired and only sobbing
I fear about somebody's presence
Hence look down and don't raise the face

The life time bond should not break
It must be drawn long to converse or speak
As one may need another at any time
Couples are destined not to last long sometimes

I knew well how painful it was today?
I cried relentlessly as found no other way
She was proving unbearable with pain
I wept and remembered her again

She is no more with me in this world
I have been left alone to suffer the cold
It is almost dry and sultry surrounding
I control the sentiments but immediately rebounding

I saw her hiding in dark clouds
As she emerged with silver lining to speak loud
I was watching her helplessly
But she was there guiding me readily

'Don't feel sad´ as I am here
To show you the way with light there
You may not miss me for complete time
Shed your sadness and come out of bad time

I just listened to her words with care
They were inspiring me to dare
Not to get frightened with immediate vacuum
It would be better if I regained posture and kept mum

One day it comes in everybody's life time
We are left behind to see the painful time
Even though it is not in our hand
Yet that proves unimaginable dead land

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Jessica

Jessica with the smiling face,
Reflecting all my grandma's grace
Reminding me of my mothers charms
I love to hold you in my arms.

Your mother was my darling girl,
When she was born the world did whirl,
Now that you are here, my dear,
The circle is complete and clear.

Each generation blends together,
The daughter then, is grandma now,
This baby girl will one day be,
Mother of the family tree.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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