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Not Afraid

I am not afraid of being judged
I am not scared even if misjudged
What makes me little vulnerable?
My misconduct and future troubles

Why my actions should be noted?
When moral is completely shaken and floated
I am as good as any ordinary fly
Who has nothing at stake to try?

What else I did not attempt at?
All follies committed and yet
Prayed and portrayed as nice and humble
Why did not I fell down and crumble?

I did what others might have done hiding
Yet I made it known it without kidding
I would not be successful if not fall in line
People will throw me out and side line

I kept praying for better deal
I was weeping inside for soul to heal
As it was making me bleed more
What more pain I had in store?

I would love to narrate my helplessness
How can I trust anyone on the face?
How I blame others when am not doing well?
Life has turned up side down and proved as hell

Only sadness in eyes for revelation
It has stood heavily against odd in relation
I might have erred every time to prove innocence
I shall take refuge in isolation to prove my presence

I leave it to others for treating me fairly
If possible pardon me leave alone sparingly
I have stood my ground well but failed
In all moral standards and trailed

“Remember me in your critical time” words sounded in ears
“I shall stand by you sometimes” I had waited for years
“Leave all worries to me” I was coming out of fears
“Act alone and set your course” I was ready to bear

I visualized him taking far away
I thought this may only be the way
Why to bother about all holy books?
When nice food is going to be spoiled by many cooks

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gone To Forget To Leave

There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.

'Gone to forget to leave'

And the feasting of this is encouraged.

Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.

'Gone to forget to leave'

An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!

But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.

And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.

And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.

Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.

And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!

Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death without purpose

death for me I must embrace,
death for me, is a OK place,
For death waits for me with open arms,
For I have dealt death,
Death is now being dealt to me,
For I thought I had a Angel,
A savior,
The person who pick me up and gave me purpose,
A love I had thought I never imagined,
Now this is gone if you could only imagine,
You had my soul, now my soul is gone,
Who am I with out you? With out my soul?
With out you making me hole,
Now death is awaiting me with a smile,
No purpose, no love, no soul,
Life and death, death and life,
they stand side by side in the end,
For now death hands me its hand,
I don’t know who I am,
So death once again offers its hand,
Such a easy offer right at hand,
For its a easy answer,
For all I feel, death does seem the sure deal,
Sorrow, pain, heart ache, purposeless, loveless,
Hate for ones self, for all the things I have done,
This sure seems the answer,
Death looks at me with a glean in his eye,
He knows I am tempted to take the easy way out,
Is that such a terrible thing to have offered?
Do be tempted to take?
What else is there now left for me to take?
What else do I have to be taken now?
If this is the choice I make,
Don’t mourn for me for its to late,
Don t show me sympathy I have to shake,
Just let me go,
I choose this, not you, not your blame
Take my soul,
It is your, once always, and forever,
When the going gets rough,
Remember what I stood for,
For I can not stand for myself,
I can not take the this feeling I have inside,
I'm lost with out you by my side.
Will I be judged for the things I have done?
The sins I have committed?
Well in the end it really doesn't matter, now does it?
Now death is waiting patiently by my side,
Now as I lye here awake with a gentle shake,
I know what it is to have death on my side,
So now I say goodbye,
Death is taking me for a ride,

poem by John Pollock
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Double ride

I was taken back when she frankly disclosed
Added something unknown as secret and posed
It was dilemma and she was restless
The worry lines could be seen on the face

She is nice soul on earth and can be appreciated
But her actions could not be supported or related
In one side she claimed to be principled lady
On other side she preferred to compromise and got ready

She is dying for her old love and miss
She may feel sorry and remain displeased
I was stunned to hear all what she had in mind
Yet her doors were open for old love to find

She found two days absence as long two years
He was not seen on line or left words to hear
She was restless to find him near
But was in fact afraid and shivered with fear

She was for all praise about her past friend
Her goal was lost love and ultimate end
I, for one, could not stop her from going ahead
It was her thinking and appeared to her end

It was double horse ride and involved great risk
Either it was to be kept secret or not to be asked
You were to loose everything in the long run
As it was neither a feasible nor a fair fun

I failed to persuade her and decided to leave
She was unmoved and refused to believe
Though I claimed to be her close associate
It was difficult for me to stay and cooperate

Good things only can be accepted in friend circle
Else it may create problems and invite troubles
It may be felt with regret later on but of no use
As it may prove futile cry in wilderness

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A change at the end

I may exclaim ”God my revenge is over”
All these years I was running for shelter and cover
can you see wounds inflicted on my body?
It is cruel tale but in fact done by somebody

I shall make him to pay dearly,
I have waited for it to happen but missed nearly,
I want no escape for him and allow him barely
She will never be seen in public life or seen rarely

I was simply her follower
She was one of my closest and among fewer
Her every appearance was making me to delight
I used to think about her and very eager to invite fight

She used to remain very cool and light
She will not appreciate any fight
She was of course not weakest object
She was there with full enthusiasm to inject

I never used to joke with her
She was not that cheap to be found here
I used to respect her sentiments and enjoy
She was source of happiness and joy

She may be proving very symbol of love,
I was never afraid to steer and drove
I preferred look down and not above
She simply laughed at me as she had nothing to prove

Today, I am different person and may draw sword,
prove my self worthy of her love without any word
No one can save her not even mighty Lord,
I shall block her from coming without tying cord

I watched her treacherous move
I stood helplessly and thought how to prove
I took all precaution and tried improve
She remained adamant and unmoved

I was burning inside with rage
I was knocking like wounded tiger in cage
Earth and stars may watch it helplessly
I shall stand in disgrace and shoot at aimlessly

It makes me insane with laud laugh
It has made me weak and not tough
I am determined to show my revenge coolly
I shall bear the pain later fully,

I think of blackening her face with dirt
This should only be punishment for flirt
Torture for long years on me should be fined,
I used to express happiness when she smiled,

and I may make it more interesting
It will be crucial time for testing
I shall not relax and go for resting
I am aghast at for such twisting

Love is known for sacrifice
No one can afford to loose and feel nice
She may not dare to come out for days
surely I will make it difficult for her always

I may remind her all time for her torture
She may always worry for her future
She may cry all the time to find insecure
I shall point at her and make it doubly sure

I have witnessed down trend
I was all the time ready to mend
She was not lover but as dear friend
I failed to know why she changed at the end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A watching her go

I stood motionless watching her go
She knocked me off with word no
The words were not hers as it flew
The wind stopped for a while and I knew

It may flow from now on in different direction
We may go far off and have no reaction
It was not at all parting gift as her eyes glittered
I stood there but completely shattered

She wanted to exchange words but only murmured
I could not guess what she uttered
Her stand was clear and not altered
At no stage she had ever faltered

I could guess some raging struggle in her mind
It was very difficult to guess and find
She was by heart very good and decent
I thought she was for me and heavenly sent

She had called me to see in person
I guessed she had lot many reasons
The wind was not flowing in her favor
She had grasped it as an edge of razor

She was far more resolute than weak
She was firm but could not speak
She was forced upon to desert
She could never agree to any words or insert

It all happened in friction of seconds
She stood the as calm water of ponds
No sound of any kind whatsoever
She had dreamed of owning me forever

Can you imagine I was struck dumbfounded?
As if some culprits were searched and rounded
I was to be handcuffed and sent to cell
Nothing seemed to be gong nice and well

She had last words for me to remember
She was no more going to be part or member
I had to leave her for common good
She wanted me to know where I stood

“Life would be hell without you”
“This is written on wall and very true”
I pleaded her not to think much on those lines
They were making me insane without taking wines

I shall be sunk and go to nuts
There may be many questions with ifs and buts
Where will I stand in public eye?
Why you want to say permanent bye?

My silence broke with her steps going away
She had chosen her best way
I will not blame her for anything she did
I had certainly failed to find the lid

“Come what may” I may not obstruct
I decided not to meet her or instruct
The destiny is not in our hands as called fate
It is better to have come early than very late

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Days Go By

Sit down, sit back and watch the days go by
Are you ever gonna live before you die
And when things fall apart
The world has come undone
Leave it all behind
Leave the loneliness alone
You wait forever blind
So come on and leave the years
When you watched the days go by
Come on and leave the fears
That you were afraid to find
'Cause while you wait inside
The days go by
So all the memories fade
And the days go by
Forget the lonely yesterdays in mind
I know it's never gonna be the way you like
I know you don't wanna think about the endlessness you find
You wait forever blind
So come on and leave the years
When you watched the days go by
Come on and leave the fears
That you were afraid to find
You're waiting for your time (waiting for your time)
All these days gone wrong
Who broke your fall
What a way to learn
So come on and leave the years
When you watched the days go by
Come on and leave the fears
That you were afraid to find
Time is passing by (time is passing by)
So come on and leave the years
When you watched the days go by
Come on and leave the fears
That you were afraid to find
'Cause while you wait inside
The days go by

song performed by by Lifehouse
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Moni, You are dear

She is by birth an American
And I am an Indian citizen
We came in contact from Naijapal
She showed her excellence on arrival

She knew pulse by pulse and bit by bit
The danger and where likely to hit
She was not afraid but stood her ground well
She never preferred her agony or pain to tell

I cursed myself for not being rushing to her rescue
It was needed but could offer only words which were due
It was valiant effort on her part to stand firm
She was facing each and every crucial term

She stood for nice friendship and proved very true
I did everything possible to stay with her and woo
She was magnificent in her approach with attitude
I always praised her with nice words of gratitude

She was elegant in look and emerged as fresh rose
I wanted to see her in original form and nicely compose
Words of praise in the memory of her friendship
And to know exact feeling for the companionship

She was down with unknown disease
This made her uncomfortable and kept at unease
She was torn out financially and under tremendous pressure
I could do nothing except to give her moral support and reassure

What was she expected to perform under critical situation?
I asked repeatedly to self as I had in real sense infatuation
I could not open my self as it was not right moment
She sustained the onslaught and emerged strong with movement

She perfected her argument on current political scene
She opined “such denigration in level was never seen”
It was her presence of mind and strong will power
It kept her intact did not allow her to lower

I don’t know what will be my message to her
I was not sure whether it will add to her worry or bother
It was my deepest love and feeling
I wanted to go along with her and absolutely willing

She was very blunt in her presentation
This showed her strong resolve with indication
I loved her from bottom of my heart
She had given me feeling with very good start

She has emerged from long absence today
I think it was for her a superb shining day
She was on line with all her past elegance
I felt so elated in her presence

She was there like fresh rose flower
All glitter and shine which only may be had by fewer
I was stunned to see a powerful female friend
I dreamed of her to bring road to an end

* Naijapal is used to indicate as Nigerian friend

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice jokes

How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find

To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready

What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly

See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action

Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason

Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears

It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind

Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With a reason

It did not appeal
In fact I sensed it unreal
The bell in holy place was sounding
With impact on mind and pounding

Priest was trying to wake up the Lord
Or was trying to air the holy word
Whatever it may be but certainly a wake up call
Ideal prayer time in the morning for all

I have thought over it number of times
But found no clue any of the time
I was becoming prisoner of conscience
I tried to give close look and thought at once

We all claim to have God inside us
Whatever performed is as per His wish
We are simple tool and helpless
So we bear innocence on the face

This has taken me to the conclusion
Let there remain no confusion
We can't trouble him for our action
As we know good has good and bad has equal reaction

Then why we go and try to awake?
Why so much of our doing is at stake?
I find no answer and keep quiet
The best way is to remember nothing and forget

It has nothing to do with any religion
When we leave peace messages with pigeons
We are at peace with out side world
But turning different in side and feel cold

I feel great sense of relief
When pray Him for brief
Not at fixed time but any time of the day
Whenever find spare time at home or on the way

I have observed myself completely at ease
Energy cycle is on and waiting to release
The rays of happiness is for the person
Who has concern for others and self with reason

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Immortal By Evanescence Through Candice

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
’cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along

(thanks, i like the song..it lingers too)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tide and Fall

Tears just dropped
As I had totally flopped
At large scale on each front
Only to repent and bear the brunt

On life's platter
What to utter?
It is tragic
Without any basic

I have nothing to claim as credit
Everything goes on side of the debit
Not a single instance I can cite
As if holy one to recite

What did I give her?
Except pain to bother
Never took her seriously
Harassed and caused shocks mentally

How come people say bluntly?
'Life is like two wheels' fluently
When they observe no norms
Live life like insects and worms

What did I do to justify?
My association to simplify
The living style to suit our need
Except hunt towards greed

She stood by the side
As if to witness areas very wide
Right from marriage life to social obligation
She did right thing for holy relation

I sit under tree and hear melody
She was not ordinary or somebody
But as an integral part of life crusade
I simple made cruel joke and took it as trade

It can be termed as cry in wilderness
Not to be linked to an ideal face
It might have not represented sunny side
Yet to show the world on the side of fall and tide

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rest Your Love On Me

(barry gibb)
Maybe you dont know me anymore than I know you
And I wouldnt blame you if you walked away
Ive been watching you all evening
With the teardrops in your eyes
And it touches me much more than I can say
You know I hate to think that someone
Could have hurt someone like you
And at times like this Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Saw you in the corner on the moment I walked in
Saw your lonely face across the room
No, I wont forget it
And the way it might have been
Oh, why did you have to leave so soon?
You know I hate to think that someone
Could have loved you more than me
And if I was them Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
How long must I wait
For the last train to leave here
And the last chance to go home?
Get to thinking I was born too soon
How long, honey
When the lovin dont come
It was there when you left me
Just didnt know how to begin
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Not Ready To Say Goodbye

neither one of us was ready to say goodbye.
but we knew that it was my time.

there are so many things
that we think to say, but we never
find the time, or the way.

the love that had built up
over the years
the joys, the happiness, the cheers.
all these memories come to you
quick as a flash
but not enough time to make it last.

although neither of us is ready
to say goodbye.
you know that i'll be fine.

i'll be with JESUS and our father
from above
receiving all their blessings
and their love.

look into my eyes and you will see
all the love inside of me.
so although there are so many
words unspoken
i leave you a gift
a blessing, a token.

i leave you a 'so long'
and not a goodbye
for soon we will be
side by side.

poem by Louis Rams
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What More Is It Should I Do?

Speak and then you leave.
Don't bother to let me know,
What troubles and hurts you so.
I will still be right here,
For you.

Spek and then you leave.
As if I have shown you,
Any reason to resist my willingness...
To listen.

What is it do I mean,
To you?
Haven't I been your friend?
Someone to depend on.

What is it do I mean,
To you?
If you can not trust me...
How deep are you unhappy?
And why do you cry?
Allowing me to see your tears.
What more do you wish I do,
For you...
To prove,
I care!

Speak and then you leave.
Don't bother to let me know,
What troubles and hurts you so.
I will still be right here,
For you.
What more is it should I do?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An end of an edge

What do we think of giving to our children in hand?
Garden blossoming with beautiful flowers in barren land?
Do we want to leave for them no ancestral asset?
We need to leave for them clear option to reset

We might have done nothing or trained in different way
They might have been suppressed at home without any say
All sorts of restrictions and no room for fresh air to breath
Are we not sending them to gallows or near to the death?

Do we really think that knowledge is confined only in books?
Is it not out of date to prepare bad food and serve s an expert cook?
They will have no ideas as what to do or follow?
We must give little time to shape for them or allow

It is an age of open competition with vast knowledge
They may have chance to prove their excellence on edge
We did all mischief in our life to create gulf and wedge
How all of sudden we wake up when reached to an end of age?

Care them nicely so they come up of their own
You are their guide and path must be shown
You must see to it that they are fully grown
You can expect better yield when seeds are properly sown

Every parent would love to do so many things
They want their children on top with best doing
They may feel bad only when they fall short
They may bear pain and keep it hiding in fort

It will be fort turned into fortress
They will store feelings in form of stress
They may expect nothing more or nothing less
If we fail to deliver well then they may hardly be able to face

We got to be prove our selves as good gardener
We must be able o understand and able to garner
It is undeveloped mind wanting every possible care
We need to take them to the near goal or somewhere

We can mauled them in a way it is desired
They are upcoming lots and to be admired
It is not only our duty but our obligation
It should be discharged without any question

When they are up and in full blossom?
Roots may be firmly placed at the bottom
There has to be complete spring with nice scene
It will be pleasant to see and enjoy the fruits even seen

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A way to enter

“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind

New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due

How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find

I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state

I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes

Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay

I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race

One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question

Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart

Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real

One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood

It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Child in our home

It hurts most when dear one is lost
Mentally shaken, bodily broken and paying heavy cost
Lovely child has occupied beautiful mind
What a pain and agony when not to find

"We have rose like child in our home" wrote brother
You are father now and so is nice health of mother
He was third child after marriage and I was thrilled
My heart was full of joy and completely filled

I was to be her bed side when the date was given
I impatiently waited for that day to be driven
I was divinely shine on her face with satisfaction
She was damn happy with our growing relation

I was back from frontier posting and had left her home
We are expecting new born and awaited welcome
Nothing happened in those days of my leave period
She carried on with no result and left me annoyed

After resumption of my duty I received good news
I was unlucky to be her side and clearly view
Still I was happy that it was over with no more difficulty
I prayed earnestly and bowed head silently

"God has taken over your child" brother lamented loss
New born was dead after few days with many questions to pose
He was not afforded good treatment as doctors were on leave
It was vacation period and they were in hurry to leave

I rushed home and took the stock of situation
She was in deep shock and out of normal continuation
I felt helplessness at sudden departure of child
But alas! If that was the destiny we should not act as blind

Accept the fate and come to the terms
We all have to go one by one in turn
But sometime it derails out thoughts
We go blank and unnecessary advice is sought

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave

(tennant/lowe)
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(everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody jump to attention...)
Each morning after sunblest
Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom
In time for benediction
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
To our voices nobodys listening
We shiver in the rain by the touchline
Then a coach ride to the station
My lord, the carriage awaiteth!
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how
How long?
Im listening to the words I thought Id never hear again
A litany of saints and other ordinary men
Kneeling on the parquet
Whatever has gone wrong?
The fear and feeling hopelessness
I dont want to belong
I dreamt I was back in uniform
And a candidate for examination
History, someone had blundered
And a voice rapped knuckle under!
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how
And how
How long?
(trebuet nash narod odnogo)
[our people demand only...]

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Shadow Within

Shadow may not allow
Still it may follow
In day and night
Whether you are wrong or right

It has remained inseparable part
You can see its length in dark
It may adjust with your each movement
It may never leave even if you lament

Any thing must be appreciated in true context
Everything should be made secondary and come next
We can’t separate soul from body
Then it will loose entity and called nobody

Inter dependency is called nature
You are totally dependent on future
You may need even useless sand particles
They may prove their worth when time comes

life is meant to be tough
but still you can make your self laugh
what if everybody is gifted with joy and happiness
where will the sadness appear on the face?

So in critical times you tend to forget
Pass the blames on shadow and cast the doubts
In fact no one can afford to grow bigger than its size
Then it may have to undergo turmoil and pay the prize

You may think shadow is over stepping
In fact you are afraid and on face slapping
It is your own creation and makes you frightened
You are loosing grip when crisis is deepened

Dependence on others doesn’t mean reliance
It is long term relation at variance
Give and take with mutual consent
It will then be nice message to be sent

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Praise Shadow