Not to keep us free
We may even see
An attempt not to keep us free
A slavery of different kind
Where man kills man after going blind
Some of the acts performed under compulsion
Mute spectator without raising any question
Life is meant to be observed
And clearly enjoy if deserved
We can’t blame entirely on fate
Some of the reactions from us come very late
We may shut the eyes and look around
Nothing special is there to be found
We can’t remain complacent
It is common movement
As we are human being
We can allow other persons for miseries to bring
We must stand against and help our brethren
That should be our main concern
We must stand like rock and offer stiff resistance
If any attempt is made to ruffle our voice even once
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What Can I Do?
What can I do?
Besides stand on the sidelines,
To criticize
Things done by others...
With the convenience to disapprove.
And choosing to voice my druthers.
What can I do?
To improve the quality of life.
I'm not the only one sometimes embittered...
Or feel my life has more share of strife.
Have I ever set aside my own selfishness,
To protest against my own wastelessness?
Have I ever gone out of my way,
To listen and empathize with others along the way?
Have I sacrificed my own feeding of greed...
To come to the aid of another who has more need?
Instead of proceeding to mask my own insecurities.
What can I do?
What can I say?
Perhaps today I will make an attempt,
To see myself extremely fortunate!
And do something I have not often done.
Approach someone else to offer my assistance.
And ask, 'What can I do?
If you and I got together...
Maybe you and I can help others too!
Afterall,
Isn't it much easier to try to understand...
Than to stay frustrated,
By making self centered demands!
And who is really listening to that...
When common ground is where we all seem to stand! '
What can I do?
To have us accept each other,
With nothing more than that to prove.
Let's try something new.
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As A Friend
Can you tell me as a friend?
Where life starts and world end
May I fail to catch glimpse of beauty?
Will not everyone laugh at me with pity?
Am I carried away by simple look?
Is it purely decoy and luring hook?
As fishes near the food and caught
Battle is lost without being fought
Why I only saw emerging fresh hope
Earnest desire with balanced walk on rope
Was that not open challenge to face?
Soon to fade out and out of race
Fine attempt to survive with glory and pride
Mo mixing of words and emotions to hide
Every angle has different stories to tell
How many may succeed with ends so well
Is it wrong to offer solace and stand as rock?
Morning alarm voice from creature like cock
Setting aside them as mere sign of weakness
Live pulse push to meet and feel oneness
Is the desire root cause of problem?
Can any nation survive without its emblem?
Is it not the earnest feeling and desire?
Will we not be failing to praise and admire?
Countless questions raging peaceful mind
Solution not in sight and answers never find
Can you not act wise and be so kind?
I shall promise to stay not as blind
I found you with His blessings and grace
Life would have been challenge and hurdles to face
Should have fallen out of grace to face ordeal
Wounds would have aggravated without hope to heal
I may end this by not saying good bye
You may not be seen as birds go and fly
It was earnest attempt and try
I will accept it as fate and never cry
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Shut Up, Be Happy
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America is now under marshall law.
All constitutional rights have been suspended.
Stay in your homes.
Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.
Shut up.
Do not attempt to think or depression may accure.
Stay in your homes.
Curfew is at 7 pm sharp after work.
Anyone gaught outside of gates of their suveillance sectors after curfew
Will be shot.
Remain calm, do not panic.
Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in
The morning.
Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be
Shot.
Stay in your homes, remain calm.
The number one enemy of progress is question.
National security is more important than individual will.
All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.
No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission.
Use only the drugs described by your boss or supervisor.
Shut up, be happy.
Obey all orders without question.
The comformental mandor is now mandatory.
Be happy.
At last everything is done for you.
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A blood hots up
It is national sentiment and I am deeply shocked
At gruesome murders when day light is rocked
When crowd is fired at and resulting into deaths?
Long queues are scene for laying the wreath
It has become routine and hunting ground
New technique is employed and innovative ways are found
People are slain in broad day light
They want to conquer without offering fight
What do they to offer to their brethren?
What can be their aim to find in light of lantern?
Have they done blind to the senseless killings?
Are people in for it with willing?
It makes me bleed and hurts most
Irreparable loss is done by them at no cost
it may not be material loss or damage
it makes country to bleed and making it difficult to manage
How long we will witness the carnage?
Why people are killed and thrown into drainage?
What type of game they are involved in?
Is it not the dirty tricks or ways employed very mean?
Why to we distrust the system and cast a doubt?
Why sudden loss of face and turn about?
Is there any secret understanding between terrorists or clout?
Why sudden spurt in violence to face the rout?
It pains me deeply and hurts conscience
I must go into oblivion for doing nothing with silence
I can’t knock the inner voice and ask for remedy
Life has turned hostile with tragedy
I will not stand up and face the weather
Neither I will cry nor continuously bother
May consider it as set back and differ
Opinion of others stand good but we have to suffer
It gave me enough of strength to stand fast
Mind occupied with sense with courage to last
Nothing so particular with malice intention
Still it stood as test and raised many question
I must search the soul and repent
No to further quest and silently consent
Confine to reality with utmost sincerity
Movement with steady pace and no more hostility
I should go down with human dignity
Love to live with natural beauty
that is there on earth without any blame?
Can any one remain aloof and claim?
I too would live with no malign intent
Avoid unpleasant scene and remain content
God is so kind to grant us whatever we desire
why then we hesitate and not even admire?
I want to give message of peace
Abhor the violence and try for hostility to cease
Nothing may help to solve the misery
We will god own as butchers in the history
Violence adds to violence
Cruelty and death can’t be compensated with condolence
Let us sit together and bring an end to bloodshed
To bring revolution by bloodshed is not a trade
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fighting for survival
Pakistan is not fighting for survival
For years it had waited for their arrival
They were give free use of land for subversion
Now it is too late to have any point of discussion
A holy land”Pakistan” as we all know
Had horrible years to witness and go
Lots of blood shed and deep bitterness
No where to show the brave front or kind face
Of late something unusual has taken place
There is cry over terrorist’s death and still more race
What will be fate of innocent people living around?
Their bodies remain unclaimed and sometimes not found
Pakistan must find its own holy war
The holocaust and bad consequences are not very far
No person may be allowed to move freely
In our own land we may be prisoners truly
When whole world is with you
Rise to the occasion and prove true
Allah may bless for any of the reasons
How can distinguish between good and bad persons?
No where it is seen that person is murdered while praying
The whole body is pierced though with pumping of bullets or spraying
Let people rise in arms and declared *“Jihad” for upholding religion
How can one Good *Musalmann be mere spectator in such region?
Terrorism can not be over in one day
Yet there is fine solution on the way
Find common strategy and offer resistance
They will be on run if united at once
No country can tolerate such nuisance
The defenders of the countries are aware of their presence
No religion can preach violence, hatred and seek blood
In such utter condition where people are dying for the want of food
* Musalmann.. pure…….*Jihad…Holy struggle
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A gain without pain
Pain makes love to strengthen
It is on right footing then
There is no gain without pain
Earth experiences pain when it rains
No doubts should be raised
It must always be praised
It may not yield immediate result
The strong foundation has to be built
It may cause you great concern
It can’t be called trend as modern
It was there previous and may remain so
You can’t do it at first attempt or go
Love has to be observed from two points
The pick up of positive threads as hints
To follow it as natural gift
No ill feeling or to have slight rift
Love is ocean of sorrow
No one knows what will happen to morrow
Purity in sense and with sincerity to follow
No to blind promises as to be proved hollow
Love is to be considered as holiest gift
There is supposed to be no shift
It may endure you life time tragedy
It may also prove hoax and turn in comedy
Assume where it can take to you in case you late
It should not be termed as bad luck or fate
It has to be accepted fire ball
Immediately respond to it with a first call
It may wait endlessly for your reply
There is no special condition to imply
Think on dotted lines and make a grand push
It may pay handsomely to you without any rush
Love may remain for many more days to come
Your action must speak volumes with grand welcome
Nothing goes wrong if patiently waited for
There is nothing like pain or anything in store
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stand On The Rock
Written by rick vito.
My love is like a rock
Nothing moves it away from you
And I cant feel the shock
You wont break it up
No matter what you do
When it all comes down
Stand on the rock
When you come back around
Stand on the rock
Your love is like the sea
Waves crashing against my heart
Changing constantly
But you wont change the love
Too strong to fall apart
When it all comes down
Stand on the rock
When you come back around
Stand on the rock
Sooner or later youll see
Nothings gonna change tthis love in me
Stand on the rock, cause its all right
Stand on the rock
Oh you play so rough, so rough
But my loves too tough
Ya might as well give it up
Sooner or later youll see
Nothings gonna change tthis love in me
Stand on the rock, stand on the rock
Stand on the rock, stand on the rock
When it all comes down
Stand on the rock
When you come back around
Stand on the rock
When it all comes down
Stand on the rock
When you come back around
Stand on the rock
Stand on the rock
Stand on the rock
Stand on the rock
Stand on the rock
Stand on the rock
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Slavery
I found blinded slavery: a persons’
Present tied to their parents’ past that urge
Them to yield to their traditions, worsened
By ancient spirits, fettered and scourged.
I found muted slavery: which mated
The life of a man to a wife he hates
And places her body in a hated
Husbands bed deadening both lives and fate.
I found deafened slavery: which stifles
The soul and heart of man rendering him
An empty echo, no voice, pitiful
Shadow of a body, a grim phantom.
No emancipation proclamation
Freed man from self-imposed subjugation.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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I have to depart
It never occurred to me that I have to depart
I shall leave behind all and unknowingly part
Nothing may accompany as part of the agreement
The clauses were endorsed but forgotten for the moment
It is gentlemen’s agreement and promise
It was agreed upon to leave behind upon demise
For one reason or another it was totally missed
I was lost in worldly pleasure and very much pleased
As is said in clear terms that death is certain along with birth
Whoever has come on earth may have to perish or meet with the death
No one is immortal or blessed with permanent seat
If that is impression then it is clear attempt to cheat
No diamonds, gold or pearls may accompany
It may be in possession or had by so many
It is of no use and this fact no one can deny
You will go empty handed even without single penny
Whole life has gone into search of illusory things
They were never meant to give joy or something
It was worldly requirement to stand high in public
You had no power to achieve it through magic
You were given a mandate to lead simple life with honor
Some mistakes on your part were to be considered as minor
You were to be given benefit of doubtful entity as human being
No one was afforded special powers even if being a powerful king
You are given a chance to be as humble as tree
You are master of your acts to play it free
No one may question your wisdom
Even if you misinterpret it as freedom
It is intoxication to push over near death
Total disregard to the norms of strict health
Amassing enough of useless wealth
What will be then following forthwith?
If all were to be left behind
Then what was the aim to find?
Why were we so impatient and blind?
Mad race with adoption of cruel ways without being kind
I knew from real heart that it is futile
The life was spent like water meanwhile
When time came for enjoyment and sit
I was declared immobile and unfit
The whole scene moved with great space
I was very much part of it in any case
I know it is of no use to cry over past
I had to know its depth very fast
It is routine cycle for journey
Some may leave behind enough of money
They may not have feeling of curse or regret
It will be otherwise useless to feel at very late
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Made of hard stone
Males are made of hard stones
You can never produce any creature even if clone
Almighty might have thought twice before
So male survive and continue to dominate therefore
Females are chicken hearted and full of devotion
Their area of dominance limited and involve full of emotions
I pay my sincere gratitude to their selfless surrender
They deserve sincere applause for being such noble gender
Her eyes may speak everything with no full stop
Tears may roll out with little attempt
They carry full burden with no heart to stand
Yet no ill will against anybody including foe or friends
I am least concerned for human sufferings
Who devotes more or volunteers for offerings?
Yet honorable ladies excel and earn the credit
Stand tall in all eyes as they retain nothing and completely emit
If I am told to bow my head and recognition
I shall go for mother figure even at the cost of admonition
Let almighty offer me any kind of allurement
I shall put my head down and cry with her for moment
What a face to read and learn the plight?
How can one predict what is wrong or right?
Why so many wars have been fought for nothing?
If asked to females they will surely say something
Many empires have disappeared only to uphold honor
Ladies have remained main cause of concern for dishonor
In both the ways they have lost despite winning the war
How have they managed despite being pushed so far?
It will be less respect and honor for asking why
Even if flower petals are showered from sky
They are looking down words with shyness
Even don’t dare with glory to raise the face
Words may not suffice with their devotional performance
We owe everything to them for our precious presence
They are behind everything for our attitudinal difference
Let us be little sympathetic and considerate at once
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A total isolation
I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement
It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such
This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning
You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm
You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears
You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case
You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound
It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race
It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age
Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store
You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake
Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy
Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I stand on You, The Solid Rock
Hidden in You, in Light I stand,
throughout the storms, when darkness rise,
I'm not afraid I'm in Your hand,
the faith in You shines in my eyes.
Because of grace, I am Your child,
I'll live for You at any cost,
I won't be troubled nor defiled,
I know The Way I am not lost.
You died for me, You took my blame,
My life is not for this old land,
I'll go to death for Your great Name,
I know in Heavens, I will stand.
Until that time, I'll humbly walk,
I have no merit as I stand,
I stand on You, the solid Rock,
The tomb is empty, so I'll stand!
poem by Marius Alexandru (March 2022)
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Caylee Marie Anthony
Oh little one, for you I stand
Oh little one, your life I defend
A voice that can no longer be heard
Justice for you, I will not be deterred
All my waking hours and they have been long
I fight for a verdict, I must be strong
For at the end it is you that I see
Justice for a beautiful and precious Caylee
God has taken you home, here you were not deserved
Suffer no longer, for now judgment reserved
The punishment we seek here on earth was not meant to be
An unfocused jury has set your killer free
But I know that one day and hopefully soon
She will stand before God and his wrath she’ll consume
An angel you are and always will be
The Lord took your hand and set you free
Rest in peace Caylee Marie Anthony
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Love Kills
Sid was a punk rock king
Nancy was a broken queen
Their lives were so glamorous
Sid and Nancy were a mess
When you're hooked on heroin
Don't you know you'll never win
Drugs don't ever pay
You really did it your way
Love kills
Love kills
Love kills
We still believe in anarchy
It makes me so damn angry
Sid and Nancy meant a lot to me
You may be dead but your souls are free
Like Romeo and Juliet
You two made a pact of death
Like the needle that ya used
Sid and Nancy were born to lose
Love kills
Love kills
Love kills
Sid never meant any harm
He shot some dope into his arm
All he wanted was some fun
Now she's lying in a pool of blood
Always loaded
song performed by by Ramones from Animal Boy
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A special space
You have been sent here as special case
You are not comfortable and at ease
You are not at all involved in any race
You have still to bear pain and face
Though you have occupied holy position
You have tough and not easy transition
From baby till the attainment of motherhood
You have passed through and understood
It is deliberate attempt to denigrate
No one can feel the plight and narrate
It is not simple matter to be taken lightly
Nothing goes on smoothly or to be taken rightly
You are confined till babies groom
There is no open space for you in room
You are all devoted for any movement
Though it is considered s glorious moment
Nothing is possible for human beings to consider
She is there for all the times to act as insider
She may not complaint for ill treatment or insult
There maybe some change as result
We bow our head as mark of respect
We need to search the soul and inspect
She has not entered any deal of her own
We must get on well with her and not down
She looks towards sky not aimlessly
She acts fast but not helplessly
It is her resolve to stand fast
To bring everybody out till the last
Let all the mothers and females rule
The legitimate place with special role
We need to place them on top of the ladder
It is highly sensitive but ordinary matter
We may be failing in our mission
There has to be frank admission
We need to realize the complex nature
We can at least show respect and assure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A father's day
It is lovely day to enjoy
Father’s day is to be celebrated with joy
We rejoice at home but he is never annoyed
His discomfort is never conveyed
We use to tease papa but he offered sweet smile
He will never object our activities even for a while
He used stand high in our eyes with great stature
He never compromised with our future
I still continue to think over the matter and wonder
He will occupy main positioning home and thunder
We are safe and protected under his refuge
He is always there to stand by us with new ideas to infuse
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory remains very short and ready to fade,
Father has so much dominating personality
He is always there and knows for his humility
This is one of the for most favored quality
He too is known for his simplicity
We look towards him for such solutions
He may guide us with firm resolutions
It is his great experience that may be useful
It may serves us better as useful
We may be moving in garden
The mind may be occupied and worries may be laden
He may still be there for us to guide
He may always want us to confide
Papa may remain kind and calm
He may serve us better with no more harm
He may remain neutral and very kind
In him all the qualities we may find
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may have to loose in times to come
If he recovers from illness that will be welcome
Papa used to suffer from long illness
He always comforted us with his greatness
I used to realize it very late
I had some misgivings about him and tried to hate
Today when I sit at restless condition
It provides me with some ammunition
I have no explanation to offer
It is state of mind that I may suffer
It has come to my mind very late
It was certainly not our fate
He continued to enjoy and fought with fate
He can’t be lowered and down rated
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
you may have been feeling bitter by long many years
You were towering strength and source of inspiration
It has got direct bearing and fine relation
I
It may be unfair if we fail to pay grand tribute
He has definitely played role and contributed
What we are today is due to his firmness?
We were relying heavily on his alertness
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Violent Intent
She rushed up from her chair
hands flying
nails unsheathed
scratching
clawing,
violent intent;
and she drew blood.
He crouched away
shielding his face
but too late
the bloody scratch line
grew crimson red
and instinctively
his hand flew up
to touch the bleeding spot
where his inside red fluid
became his outside red flow.
She was back again with a
flailing kick
to reach him
at his tender spot
and buckling he
laid down flat out
and opened himself up
for her all-out assault.
She paused above him
ready to pummel again
and hesitated
because he offered
her no resistance,
no attempt to protect himself.
She grappled down onto him
saddled him to punch him
and still he made no attempt
to protect or resist.
And she hit him a small slap
and realized
she was
the aggressor.
And tears began to flow
in eyes
which realized
that isolated inside one's own violence
non-resistance
is the clue
that anger
is mostly
self-inflicted
and grows only
if it provokes
similar anger
and similar violent
resistance.
And before her then
was non-resistance
forcing her to recognize
that the one below
her violent blows
was her beloved
husband
who didn't deserve
this.
What he had done
was to lie quiet
being the mirror.
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Simple But Strict
With little milk and bread
Pet will follow till you are dead
A fine show of loyalty
With just or little of royalty
How much we are blessed by almighty
Still we fail to show little of curtsey
we sometimes boost' I don't believe Him'
Unnecessarily argue and stand as lone player in team
Can't we learn something like gratefulness?
Can't we smile and show gladness on face?
All for no cost and freely available
It will push away the troubles
How much have we been given by creator?
Free air, water, and lovely environment of nature
Only we need to look around and enjoy
There is all round show to afford the joy
When animals can respond to little love?
We are human being and certainly believe
Love and loyalty come from the royal blood
For it you need not offer package or food
Animals know their master well
Their eyes speak and clearly tell
That their allegiance lies with head
They obey without dispute and read
Someone said at once 'every dog has prise'
Thank god this could have been said with surprise
Men are not legging behind in this respect
Hey expose weakness and demonstrate in acts
There is no comparison for in between animals and human
We need to learn lot more from them even
We deceive people by stabbing from the back
As such animals have nothing in person at stake
Let us pick the threads and willingly discard
Such tendency that has pushed us backward
We can certainly regain lost pride
Our face can hardly find cover to hide
Everybody ahs special role to play in this universe
Somebody may enjoy the life and someone may curse
Yet life is full of mystery and no one can predict
So follow the path honestly and remain simple but strict
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One may contribute
This one may contribute a lot
To blame self against real evil and fought
Know fully well that something has really gone wrongs
That can't be changed by reciting hymns or holy songs
Never feel guilty that others are sinners than you
They may be less and can’t be proved as true
You must thrive to compare good with best
Humanity demands that this is the real test
I feel bad when something differently is noticed
Deceive people by different mode while promised
How can they be superior in deceiving?
When they professed same religion and believed
This can be accepted sarcastically
How can there be any equation basically?
How the performance or practicing evil can vary with degree?
Who will voice in affirmative and totally agree?
No religion can afford to teach insubordination
That too for fellow brethren in question
This may create bitterness and possible alienation
Widen the gap among nationals creating problem for nation
No one can claim or boost free from sin
It is common and known fact and in fact been
No one can take solace from being less or more
This is matter deserved to be condemned or deplored
We need to feel guilty on this count
No religion teaches or encourages us to mount
An attack based on ideology without solid reasons
And take blame to be intolerant and as bigotry persons
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Make and believe
Don't make any attempt or try
Nothing will be provided by sky
As I stand hidden in cloud
Even if you shout a loud
Stars and moon will provide you no clue
You may simply stare at them and view
You may enjoy moon light too
I shall ride on moon and stay right
You may be lost in dream
As I come near and take you in arm
Thousands of flowers in your heart may bloom
As you hear my voice in your spacious room
I shall watch you dance with over joy
As you are the only love I ever had and enjoy
Not with any specific reasons
But as kind and nice person
I am flooded with rain in me
You have opened your arms and invited free
My body shivers with lots of current
I slip in to dream and enjoy the present
You are loosing your mind's presence
As this one is the only golden chance
No lovers have met before in such a fashion
As nothing remains there after in question
I have rained on you very hard
To see future and look forward
You have become now my present lady
Not to be addressed as somebody
Now you are like mother earth
As if with full fragrance after bath
I sink into your magic and float
Feel deep crunch and thrust in throat
You are not afraid of anything now
As you have surrendered in my arm any how
I am just single in this world
Gear up to feel warmth and loose the cold
May be this is what we long in life
Even though the life may be as sharp as knife
What after all we expect and achieve?
That is for the self to make and believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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