Nothing At All Wrong
There is nothing wrong in admitting
As space provided here is worth greeting
Otherwise old stalwarts might have gone mental
Where was free space for them on rental too?
We see the world from our point of wisdom
Where as many might have not thought it seldom
We become R.K.Lalkshman in drawing cartoon
Where as we actually need to be fed with spoon
Many sites provide place and platform
We need to project and reform
Public opinion for mass welfare
Otherwise it will not be called fare
It is free propagation
For building very good relation
World at large needs exposure
For bright and stable future
We are medium and means
So let us enter into fray and win
People are anxious to know
Where the wind prefers to blow?
Let us share the wisdom and knowledge
Let us write something new on golden page
Let people express their views and sentiments
That shall be considered as real movement
I shall swim and sink with their opinion
As they are real image of mirror and companion
We can correct any misgivings by proper projection
As whole of the exercise may depend on our honest action
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Felt It Badly
I had felt it badly this before
I had decide to remain aloof therefore
“I shall give no space to anyone”
“Even if I am liked by some one” I resolved
I didn’t know whether it grew out of frustration
What direct bearing it had on such relation?
I was to learn it later and change opinion
As there was enough of strength with companion
If you can’t carry on with permanent arrangement
Then people may suspect even your little movement
They will have suspicion and may not trust
This impression needs to be removed as it is must
It may so happen that you can’t live together
You have gathered the impression of that lone stranger
You have biased views altogether and keep aloof
As you had enough of reasons with proof
Life is such beautiful enterprise that you can’t live in isolation
It has something to do with love and its relation
It may not involve physical relation and association
Yet it is means to be cemented for any type of orientation
There is something called live in relationship
Where two people live without having companionship
The relation not appreciated by large section
As they look suspect with such type of action
Here no question heart breaking
Nothing of any sort or complete cracking
If you can’t pull on then separate willingly
There is not much pain as it is done smilingly
But it is not that easy as you think
Even if you have weak bond, you prefer to sink
Along with your partner if time demanded
You never utter a word that is meant to be offended
It has given foundation to nice feeling
Even though it has been always willing
Yet there is belonging and soft corner
Even if you leave temper ray as partner
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A very true
It is you
And very true
The seed is sown
Now openly admit it and own
It is not the trick
It is no gimmick either
You are there at the center
You have made it and entered
The heart may beat
When we meet
You shall try to free the way
Don’t be lost and run away
I shall catch you in real glimpse
You are there and nothing else
Try to love in real world
Do not develop shiver and cold
I never lost nerve at first sight
I think my choice is very right
You were the center for attraction
I think something more needed as action
How shall I express it words?
Should I take as sign for going forward?
Will that materialize in coming days?
I dream of nice golden days
You have done it once again
Clouds are over cast and may rain
It may crunch the thrust for ever
Shall we unit and remain forever?
Say it again and again
Whisper in ears and refrain
From any exposure that might speak
And make it known to others and leak
I had waited long for some one to show
A real love and affection to flow
I had little fascination to go along
It was to prove right and not wrong
Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner
I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test
Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner
I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test
It is always lovely to be with right choice
To be enjoyed without much ado and noise
It is not the medium to be given public exposure
The life is certainly going to be beautiful for sure
Love to live and enjoy
It is definitely a joy
Still more lay open before
It is to be thought therefore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Crystal Clear Man
In the poetry world,
I have been simple and humble,
Describing myself
In a few concise words
Letting my honest feelings go
Freely through my works...
Getting back up,
Every time I stumbled...
There has been the time
When I wrote a poem
Without any rhyme,
Getting nice comments
Or some no so kind...
Nevertheless, I realized that wisdom
No necessarily improve with age,
Specially, when one's image
Dangerously at stake,
However, some people are funny,
Some people are so obviously fake
That they are only good on stage...
With their signatures stamped
In the bottom of a lost page,
In the dark, they just remain...
Their limited knowledge
They can't expand,
Dying lonely, frustrated
And without fame
Since, in the real world,
Some people might look alike,
But they are not the same..
There are names in my mind
I can no longer record,
Names lost in time,
Names lost in space...
But, you will never succeed
In driving me insane,
That is the truth, indeed..
I am letting you know
How I really feel...
Now I am left alone
Without a choice,
But, to let the music plays...
COPY WRITE©2009
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Where To Go
I don't know where to go
How to handle bitterness and forgo
If given little option and control
I shall restrain before it takes heavy toll
Why do we surrender to psychological blackmail?
Why all our sensitivity gets lost and fails?
Why are we unable to exercise mature thoughts?
So many plans in mind but finally caught
That is called human misery and unstable mind
We are helpless and have no means to find
The path that can be guided by precision instrument
Precisely controlled with no wrong movement
I discussed this with people from many walks
Heard them patiently with free and frank talk
They had only one thing in common to say
No one else can help you where you have solution and way
The mind works in erratic manner
It can drag you in open sooner or later
If exercise control and have balanced view
You can have anything that is certainly due
We have all sorts of commitment
Some with promises and some with positive movement
Yet there is likelihood of fall back and complete failure
At this time stable mind thinks of way out and assure
I have seen and observed about love and real life
How to retain composure and calm with trouble and strife?
Certain things come in favor with bold approach and good reasoning
Few things badly fare as we think with bias and with irrelevant poisoning
We can never come up or get out of mind's domination
It has formidable control and direct relation
It can keep you in stable condition
As well as with little flare up for ignition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Space days
I am in jovial mood
With free mind and enough of food
I have tested the success
With limited access
That has given me hope
Enough of courage to walk on rope
Once fear is removed from mind
The way is open for all to find
We are called woman and helpless
But we have done it again on their face
We were first to be in space
The world will have to remember it in any case
Those were the primitive space days
Yes the space remained as dream and very far away
The doors since then were opened for further probe
The space was reduced for the people on the globe
We are not helpless creature
Only world have to be made secured
Avenues are to be thrown open for venture
We are promising of success to the world for sure
No target can be fixed yet it can be boundless
It may need honest approach with good chase
We might have come under lots of criticism
The world may look colorful through prism only
We are now seen every where
The contribution is definitely felt somewhere
The education and good environment had made it real
Now some thing more can be realized through proper deal
Girls need open field to compete
Even though the competition is stiff
We can scale and rise in many fields
If some of the positions are actively held
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Difference
I can have wisdom AND knowledge,
With proof to show I do.
And be willing to volunteer my time away,
To those disrespecting I had valuable information,
That could benefit their lives.
And not ask from them a single dime.
I could be that person with no knowledge at all.
Had no wisdom to speak of and no time to volunteer.
But...
If I had made a name for myself,
And made 'claims' of my abilities.
With my name bright up in lights for all to see them flash,
People would flock to pay to see me.
And the doing of that may not be beneficial to them,
A bit.
But just to say they witnessed it.
The difference?
Someone who makes claims,
And has established a name...
With no wisdom to share proving knowledge is there,
Would be more respected to those not receiving benefit,
Than the one having what they need.
Why?
People have become more impressed,
By those addressing pretentions.
Than they are receiving opportunities,
Handed to them for free to meet their needs...
By those who do not impress them with image.
And those with image they seek to pay huge sums,
To get nothing for them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Firing A Mob
Tear gas shells are fired at mob
They have blocked the road not to kill or rob
Still complete force is ready with shells to lob
May be in their opinion it is fine job
They are outdated laws and needs to be scraped
Whole machinery is to overhauled and revamped
Is there any Government who fire on unarmed citizens?
Are they not true subject whom you charge with batons?
Do they have no rights to differ with your opinion?
Are you the Government only custodian to represent the Union?
How does it matter if some resentment is expressed in some quarters?
Is there no enough bad blood flown in rives as waters?
What are we trying to prove to the free world?
Why peoples verdict be disregarded and pushed to cold?
Who represents the public and who are the true representatives?
We are the people, true representative and natives
We may die in thousands and still be called unruly/
The bread winner may be lost permanently by the family
It may look as if nothing has happened really
All policies seem unreal and completely silly
Let public be educated about what you plan to pursue
What are the burning problems and issues?
Plan in advance to settle the legitimate dues
How can then there be the bad news?
We are not authoritarian system of Government
It has been installed by popular movement
No one can claim real credit for freedom
It is due to sacrifice, struggle and wisdom
Tear gas shells may bring tears
Who will suffer and mostly bear?
Some one may loose life and face incapacitation?
What are we going to prove as nation with citation?
We may have burden of proving our selves as innocents
There may be criticism in news with adverse comments
How can we ruthless o our own brethren?
This should be our main worry and concern
No dictator has lasted for long
H has paid in his coins for committing wrong
They have never ruled silently and stayed along
They have been executed and hanged among
Is the surfacing of intolerance that is responsible?
Is there any law that has to be made forcible?
Nothing can be extracted from unwilling soul?
Even if good measures may be considered as fault and foul
Let us rule the people with good administration
Let us bring them together from any alleviation
To protect them from any trouble is duty of good nation
It has got direct bearing on the good relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cartoon World
(eric carmen/john wesley harding)
I like the colors
I like the way they move
Theyre all so brilliantly realized
They just could not be improved
I love the way the sex is so overt
I love the way the violence doesnt hurt
Its a cartoon world
Its exactly as it seems
And its bigger than life
And better than all your dreams
Its a cartoon world
Its a safer place to be
And its better than real
A perfect facsimile
Its a cartoon world
I like the things their saying
I like the way theyre said
I like to change the channels
While Im lying in my bed
From the commercial to the anchorman
Theyve done research on my attention span
Its a cartoon world
Its exactly as it seems
And its smaller than life
And better than all your dreams
Its a cartoon world
Its a safer place to be
And its better than real
And bigger than you and me
And the stars are brighter
Theyve got more charisma
And more style than you and me
I watch the news on tv
It doesnt mean a thing to me
Whats a little ethnic cleansing?
Thats the way its always been
I was excited when the war began
Now Ive got gameboy, Im a happy man
Its a cartoon world
Its exactly as it seems
And its bigger than life
And better than all your dreams
Its a cartoon world
Its a safer place to be
And its better than real
A perfect facsimile
Its a cartoon world
Its a cartoon world
Its a cartoon world
Its a cartoon world
Its a cartoon world
Its a cartoon world
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Primordial One
The Primordial One is immanent, while He’s never transcendent
And this existent world, at the beginning, was only His vision.
The Lord has Being to create his vision-world without lightweight
For this real world of Becoming, with His meticulous precision.
At the beginning, we were His imagination; we were a reason for creation
And, only for being with Him, He made us, in time, to become so real.
Tower of Babel wasn’t an illusion, when people suffered tongues confusion,
God isn’t an illusion in our perfection, when His plans He wants to reveal.
We are in our Apollinian illusion, when we think that God means confusion
And our own perfectionism we try to reach in the mean time.
But in the reality of our Apollinian confusion, God is no longer an illusion.
In this ache of Being and in this agony of Becoming, He’s sublime.
To reach our perfection we sing a hymn, we need to be with Him,
Because when we are not with Him, we are in the illusion of Being.
Without transmogrifying us, to transfigure Him, sometimes, we have a whim,
Because we need to understand our illusory own perfection in wellbeing.
We try to put ourselves in His place, in order to understand His grace
We need the Dionysian illusion of Being to experience the world we know.
In both Dionysian and Apolllinian illusions, we jump to our conclusions.
We are illusory Primordial Beings creating our Apollinian powerful show.
I am this person staring back from His mirror at me, I want existent to be.
I want to identify this image with myself and to realize who I really am.
Because of my sins I lost my serenity, I have a sense of my mistaken identity.
I was His dream, I am His child and for saving me He sent me His lamb.
Everyone is dreaming, but it seems that no one really believes in dreams.
One by one we need to wake up out of our own illusions of self.
The world of minds is the God's mental projection, it has interconnection.
Without this major pervasive reality, the world is not existent in itself.
The sufferings of people can be for some an illusory space, having no grace,
And they live in their own world of solely material realities without restricts.
Others believe in the world, which is non-physical and it's essentially spiritual,
They need a mental, spiritual and moral dimension to life, without conflicts.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 31
The veziers of Nushirvan happened to discuss an important affair of state, each giving his opinion according to his knowledge. The king likewise gave his opinion and Barzachumihr concurred with it. Afterwards the veziers secretly asked him: "What superiority hast thou discovered in the opinion of the king above so many other reflections of wise men?" The philosopher replied: "Since the termination of the affair is unknown and it depends upon the will of God whether the opinion of the others will turn out right or wrong, it was better to agree with the opinion of the king so that, if it should turn out to have been wrong, we may, on account of having followed it, remain free from blame."
To proffer an opinion contrary to the king’s
Means to wash the hands in one’s own blood.
Should he in plain day say it is night,
It is meet to shout: "Lo, the moon and the pleiads!"
Sister in-law
Sister-in-law has got special position
All liberties but close relation out of question
So much praise showered on her with special mention
Husband praises without any hesitation
She stands as half wife for full wife
Vacancy is filled when situation is rife
Not to worry for any good flirt
Wife has to remain quiet but always alert,
No sweet but good and colourful relation,
Happy moments and adding to elations,
No tension and worry when she is around,
You can have easy walk on slippery ground
Husbands take pride in having in law
Don’t find fault or any other flaw
Always ready and anxious to care
Prefer all relation but to be seen no where
Wives too happy and share lenient views
Allows no freedom which is undue
After all, in law is her real sister
Above all, husband is her real mister
So long not married, everything goes well
After her departure, it turns into hell
No one is prepared for stories to tell
It was only phase not much to dwell
Even kids may prefer in law to mother
Not even look in home even at father
This doesn’t drive them crazy any more
No one takes note and stress or bother
This is delicate relation and bound to suffer
Many ups and downs with stories to offer
Many may argue with difference of opinion
After al it is sister-in- law and not the companion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Global Freedom Trending Point
make the comment
mark the thought
make it like you like it
marking thoughts
marking presence
marking opinion mind
to read or not to read
is not the point
point is to comment
point is opinion expressed
point is freedom of speech
point is feel free to express
importance is making the point
social spectrum compass point
global freedom trending point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Book to be read
How to read a book page when book it self is denied?
Book can remain mystery till last until it is supplied
Very friend of mine and great poetess thinks of seclusion
It is her and only her and absolutely no provision for any inclusion
How person can shy away from reality of life and basic facts?
You can’t be truly yourself until you come forward and act
It has got no relevancy in fact if you kill your self with conscience
You got to open up to face the people with modern science
“I am open to friendship but not to worldly talks of any pleasure”
“I am shy of everything and not in position to reassure”
This revelation stunned me for the absence of any real reason
Poet/poetess has to be versatile and accessible in any season
I detested her seclusion as if I was after oasis water
What steps or method should I employ for her opinions alter?
She was not t unreasonable but suffering from her own prison
Secluded voluntarily for no good reason and imprisoned
We have holy task of giving frank opinion through mighty pen
It may only be fruitful when people come round and offer then
Their unstinted love for the worthy creations and comment
Life may have its own rainbow and we have no reason to lament
Many readers come with the beautiful comment to label me as vampire
They term me as modern vampire and I enjoy it as gift of empire
What others say may not necessarily means an insult or derogation
It must be taken as not utter surprise but in form of congratulation
I had urge to read complete book pages from a renowned poetess
She was complete genius with full of talent and not stage actress
What needed was complete exposure in public to be judged?
I had no way to approach her for the fear of being misjudged
She realized the point behind and assured to shed the oblivion
I was really assured of very good player returning from pavilion
I don’t what may be worth point in recalling her real, presence
It was great loss to the poetry world for the talent and absence
I feel totally thrilled to find out friend in the promise of “may be”
They were the reassuring words of what actually would have been or should be
It was promise to come back to the poetic world with good skill
I considered it as emergence of powerful entry or strong will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Good relation
A soul soaked in divine love
Can hardly afford to live
Think contrary and believe
Precious live to be thought over and relive
It will never allow you to think
Slight deviation may not force you to sink
Little ups and down in life can alter nothing
If you have truest like something
Nothing must rule over mind
Little creative activity to find
Most lovable part will be kindness at heart
Life to be lived with good start
Bitterness has no place at any stage
We may have to pass through various stages
Try to come out from dark and cage
Think of golden worlds written on page
World may live on indefinitely
All creatures whether good or bad may survive definitely
Why should we think of other side of the hill?
When we are committed to peace and good will
Surrender to thee as foolish child
Leave it to Him even if you go wild
Some way may be opened for you
You will certainly get through
To err is human
But don't act inhuman
Live exemplary as man or woman
So you can face bravely when summoned
Love the fellow being as his follower
Some of them may holly and can be found in fewer
We may be mistaken them by default
This can be called clear fault
Love may last longer than expected
World and people a large may be acted
It is give and take equation
Strong bond is only answer for good relation
Reap as you sow
Receive back as you throw
All action with equal reaction
Why to speak of all ill actions?
Let love take over hatred
Come forward to be lead
Fine moments may definitely be read
When you are no more and considered as dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poem about Poetry - So many ways to write
for some people
there is only one way to write
that's where all their words go
whether right or wrong
whatever the time
frame - or space
for some people
there is only one way to write
imagining themselves the best of all
for some people
there is only one way to write
experience is all that matters
they make sure their carts are
behind their horses
for some people
there is only one way to write
hiding behind all their frankensteins
imagined or real
men. or animals
or the doors given a life to talk
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I need not tell you that the world situation is very serious. That must be apparent to all intelligent people. I think one difficulty is that the problem is one of such enormous complexity that the very mass of facts presented to the public by press and radio make it exceedingly difficult for the man in the street to reach a clear appraisement of the situation. … it is of vast importance that our people reach some general understanding of what the complications really are, rather than react from a passion or a prejudice or an emotion of the moment. … It is virtually impossible at this distance merely by reading, or listening, or even seeing photographs or motion pictures, to grasp at all the real significance of the situation. And yet the whole world of the future hangs on a proper judgment. It hangs, I think, to a large extent on the realization of the American people, of just what are the various dominant factors. What are the reactions of the people? What are the justifications of those reactions? What are the sufferings? What is needed? What can best be done? What must be done?
quote by George Marshall
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Poet not to remain
It is essence of poet not to remain quiet
Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic
The thoughts and images must reach to the masses
As they may have enough of it to read in classes
The flower may not know what fragrance it has
There might not be awareness yesterday as it was
Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate
It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate
The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far
They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness
Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive
It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure
Not that people are cruel and less sentimental
They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental
Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved
He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed
Everybody may be passing through critical phase
There may be mad race and long chase
Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach
Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach
Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty
It is not that only poets do great service
People from many walks of life also suffice
Their contribution is well known and of very good standard
It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward
But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart
By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start
It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike
Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet not to remain quiet
It is essence of poet not to remain quiet
Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic
The thoughts and images must reach to the masses
As they may have enough of it to read in classes
The flower may not know what fragrance it has
There might not be awareness yesterday as it was
Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate
It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate
The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far
They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness
Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive
It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure
Not that people are cruel and less sentimental
They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental
Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved
He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed
Everybody may be passing through critical phase
There may be mad race and long chase
Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach
Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach
Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty
It is not that only poets do great service
People from many walks of life also suffice
Their contribution is well known and of very good standard
It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward
But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart
By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start
It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike
Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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