Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed with us
Treachery, lies, deception and mistrust
We experience daily and disregard
Its existence and look forward
It is not easy to forget but we allow
Try to forget easily and swallow
Some sort of tolerance in daily dealing
Some of the wounds are difficult to heal
Little progress science has made
Otherwise we use same plough and spade
Land is same and so is the crop
Rain also shower dropp by dropp
Parents show same kind of love
Bring their children up to the level to prove
Same zeal and same spirit with no let up
Wish bright career for children and expect golden cup
What has changed then except we lament scenario?
We compare old customs and angrily blow
"What nonsense is taking place today"?
No traditions, no values and everything is forgotten away
Kings have gone but left behind legacy and traditions
Son has taken over reign and maintained good relation
Some of them had rebelled and turned into bloody war
So the history says peace was never in force and dream very far
We are civilized world in literary terms
We talk and preach differently in turn
Take everybody by storm when really exposed
What was our life was meant and supposed to be?
Sun, stars and sky all are above us
We are helpless and have to look at them thus
Nothing will change except if we desire
Some thing new may come after being destroyed by fire
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Deep Is Your Love?
Superficial, or sacrificial?
Secular, or the supernatural?
How deep is your love?
Would you give up quality of life?
Or give up life itself?
To what do we let go?
To what do we hold on?
People or objects?
How far do we go,
Before we move on?
To our breaking point,
Or until we have proven it.
Hold on to resentment,
Let go of another.
Prove our point, or to prove love.
Beauty is only skin deep.
But beautiful is at the core.
The spirit lives forever.
It endures all.
Our essence, our core, is love itself.
Given by God, as He lives inside of us.
He is buried deep,
Surrounded by lies.
Lies we have bought in a cold cruel world.
A world of shallow love.
Love of self, at the cost of another.
She walked away,
He waited.
She asked, "Why when you had me you did not want me, "
"But now I am gone, and you will fight? "
"You have changed, but it is too late."
"For I have found another."
The man replied, "The answer is simple."
"Why is it, you have me now and do not want me? "
"I have proven the truth of my love."
"I have endured a thousand deaths."
"I have risen each time."
"To become love itself."
"Not for me, but for you."
"Affection is shown, but love is assumed."
"To the superficial, love is all show."
"To the sacrificial, love is the show."
"I can tell you I love you,
"But the words have no substance."
"They disappear in thin air."
"Love is patient."
"Love as a feeling, will come and go."
"Feelings are impatient."
"It is truth that never changes."
"And love, that is true, will endure all."
"As it has since the beginning of time."
"Not as defined by society."
"But as defined by the creator and sustainer."
"It is only once the feelings have broken the heart, the holder of the feelings."
"That the beholder is freed."
"To show the love that will never be broken."
"Love that is true."
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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One Cannot Change The World
One cannot change the World so why even bother to try
Since the fundamentalists out there do their best to deny
Others of their beliefs those who to them think differently
Extremists of any sort seem dangerous to me.
One cannot change the World but by good example one can lead
One cannot grow crops if one doesn't plant good seed
If everyone changed themselves for the better then all wars would cease
And there would not be mistrust and hatred and there would be peace.
One cannot change the World for that much help one would need
But where one would fail many might succeed
If billions changed for the better the war men would not have a say
And beautiful peace would be with us to stay.
For to change the World one can play a part
By helping out others out of kindness of heart
Down the pathway to peace you are leading the way
And with help from many the World may change for the better one day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I want that India back
The Golden Bird
with rich culture,
Widely heard
for its treasure,
Remembered for
Great kings & great saints,
who took birth
on that land,
That dignity,
That greatness,
Now, where is that?
"I want that India back"
Rulers and dynasties
came and went,
But no one
too long remained,
Found defeated
and turned away,
Against its unity
and "Satyagraha",
That brotherhood,
That equality,
Can anyone return me that?
"I want that India back"
The relation
of teacher and student,
For which
famous was my land,
where youth
became inspiration,
And followed truth
away from corruption,
That zeal,
That spirit,
Youth can only return that,
"I want that India back"
poem by Kaushal Saboo
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Counter to counter
"What did you do as father to us"?
We have almost come off age and trust
You are saying "No" to all our demands
This has been your permanent stand
I just looked at their outburst
Both children talked about bond or trust
It took me by total surprise
Were my children asking more as price?
How would you feel when they question about their existence?
How were they brought on this as earth and to sight it as single instance?
I shall not blame them either for they were unaware of facts
How was I come up to this stage by laborious acts?
I felt bad and insult by that outrageous query
It made me feel bad and felt so much sorry
How can they suddenly come to such conclusion?
Why is the future course for them with full of confusion?
As every child wants to enjoy his time
Parents find it as burden to satisfy sometimes
They have no clue as to how parents may meet their requirements
What will be their next move to pass of that moment?
There is generation gap and conceptually wide differences
They take half hearted decisions and contain full of misses
If such lapses are pointed out to them, they may get easily offended
"You are out of date" they may argue and favor the role is to be naturally defended
In our time, I too felt the same as parents we pointing out
We had no one to correct our action and talk about
Sometimes father and mother both may be illiterate
There was no comparison at that time to equate
But one quality from them was quiet reassuring
Their move was with precision and to the point measuring
They may predict what can prove wrong in coming days
May be they had third sense to smell and push the ways
We all are outdated today
Science has come off long way
Daily we find new concept and inventions
Counter to counter measures and preventions
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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The Quarrel
Our quarrel seemed a giant thing,
It made the room feel mean and small,
The books, the lamp, the furniture,
The very pictures on the wall--
Crowded upon us as we sat
Pale and terrified, face to face.
"Why do you stay?" she said, "my room
Can never be your resting place."
"Katinka, ere we part for life,
I pray you walk once more with me."
So down the dark, familiar road
We paced together, silently.
The sky--it seemed on fire with stars!
I said:--"Katinka dear, look up!"
Like thirsty children, both of us
Drank from the giant loving cup.
"Who were those dolls?" Katinka said
"What were their stupid, vague alarms?"
And suddenly we turned and laughed
And rushed into each other's arms.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Soul Searching
Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
"seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you? "
It questions
simple and straight.
"Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.
So
Are you dead?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet, "
whispers my mirrored friend.
"Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity."
"Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don't dump into dustbin
God's own creations."
"Being humane you can't be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed."
"Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion, love and giving
should only be my goal."
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
-----o-------
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Soldier, Maiden, and Flower
"Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said,
"And bid me brave good-by;
It may befall we ne'er shall wed,
But love can never die.
Be steadfast in thy troth to me,
And then, whate'er my lot,
'My soul to God, my heart to thee,'--
Sweetheart, forget me not!"
The maiden took the tiny flower
And nursed it with her tears:
Lo! he who left her in that hour
Came not in after years.
Unto a hero's death he rode
'Mid shower of fire and shot;
But in the maiden's heart abode
The flower, forget-me-not.
And when he came not with the rest
From out the years of blood,
Closely unto her widowed breast
She pressed a faded bud;
Oh, there is love and there is pain,
And there is peace, God wot,--
And these dear three do live again
In sweet forget-me-not.
'T is to an unmarked grave to-day
That I should love to go,--
Whether he wore the blue or gray,
What need that we should know?
"He loved a woman," let us say,
And on that sacred spot,
To woman's love, that lives for aye,
We'll strew forget-me-not.
1887.
poem by Eugene Field
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Jangling Memory
Heavens above! here's an old tie of your--
Sea-green dragons stamped on a golden ground.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we were in those days.
Do you love me enough to wear it now?
Have you the courage of your pristine glories?
Ha! Ha! Ha! You laugh and shrug your shoulders.
Those were the days when a new tie spelt a fortune:
We wore it in turn--I flaunted it as a waist-belt.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What easily satisfied babies.
"I think I'll turn into a piano duster."
"Give it to me, I'll polish my slippers on it!"
Ha! Ha! Ha! The rag's not worth the dustbin.
"Throw the shabby old thing right out of the window;
Fling it into the faces of other children!"
Ha! Ha! Ha! We laughed and laughed till the tears
came!
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Our Daily Bread
"Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,
When all is done and said,
This plea to God.
To pray for cake might be
The thing to do;
But bread, it seems to me,
Is just our due.
"Give me my daily toil,"
I ought to say -
(If from life's cursed coil
I'd time to pray.)
Give me my daily sweat,
My body sore,
So that bread I may get
To toil for more.
"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:
"Grant unto me. Oh Lord,
My daily bread!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Ordinary human being
I am very shy
But a descent boy
Hardly of sixteen
Just out of teen
Know nothing about world
Turning hot and sometimes cold
Loose temper very easily
But fall in line readily
People say" world is wide open "
Open wings and fly even
Reach the sky and hit back the ground
Joy and love is surely to be found
I wish to be great man
Rule the entire world but as human'
Where there should be no misery
Life sans problems and worries
I am not snake charmer
But can be called as reformer
I mix with people and hear their woes
I know at heart where actually life goes
You need no big budget
Only open your heart and let
Show the world that you love and care
Heaven is here and you needn't go any where
Wish I could reach out and read their aspirations
The manner in which they want healthy relation
I have no magic wand to turn the equations
But certainly a logic to make worth mention
"Hello world" I am making scene
The impact you might have never seen
I shall rule the heart of millions'
As I wish not to rush to the pavilion
I am handsome and loving young man
Anybody may propose and be my woman
Yes, I am not at all in hurry
But some one has to enter and carry …
Who would want to be woman of my dream?
Who would join me in my lonely team?
I shall insist no one to join in struggle
As it won't be smooth or free from troubles
I can't look at the sky and count stars
They are from unreal world and very far
I want people should be seen as my stars
Never get disillusioned with uncertainties and wars
No doubt I am peasant boy
Have not come out from days of toys
People say "I have milky teeth"
I should be at home to be with
Yes I value home traditions
Parents and all occupy special positions
Yet brethrens from all walks of life come above
As they have shown and definitely proved
Our forefathers have shed the blood and suffered
I wish to run on their foot steps and offer
Whatever I can in my ordinary capacity
And come out with flying colors and show the dignity
What did our forefathers do?
Did not leave us behind to pass through
Great ordeals and lot many sufferings
We can prove right as ordinary human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reason for annoyance
What a severe jolt and push to me in person?
When son made attempt to dislodge me without any reason?
I was there just watching beautiful house built with hard work
Now I found myself on the road with harsh comment and jerk
All past scenes just emerged on my mind screen
Rude behavior and disrespect in such manner was never seen
I had brought up the children with lots of struggle
Now they have pushed me out of home causing troubles
How can one expect such humiliation from their blood?
Where person has taken enough care to bring them up and provide food
Imparted enough of education so that everything is properly understood
But today I find my self in fix and curse the luck to be in wood
I watched and stared at the beautiful mansion
It had all my attachment, emotions and dreams to mention
How hard I had struggled to build small nest?
Not so big but enough to afford them as the best
Birds fly off when their young ones get strong wing
Change the whole behavior and differently sing
They won't recognize who was their originator
No relation there after for being a sole selector
"You have no place to be here or around"
"You will had it if in future you were found"
I felt pity at him for being rude and disrespectful
He forgot to remember that one day he too might be unsuccessful
All parents wish their children to be highly educated
Stand on own feet and be highly rated
Raise the head with social status and stand with pride
But never expect indifferent attitude to be tried
I loved to be parent of good children
I always blessed them despite arrogance even
I thought of noble act and preferred to be judged later
Let them enjoy material wealth but not turn as hater
The welcome home represented dedicated effort
With only one aim to anchor safely at port
Stay with family as one unit and enjoy
But alas! It has turned out to be a reason for annoyance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love
LOVE, most beautiful natural instinct life has given us,
LOVE, mother nature provides the many loves for basic survival,
LOVE, the greatest demand and motivation within humans,
LOVE, strongest mental force from these instinctive wants.
LOVE, the eternal flame of hope human beings wish for,
LOVE, the greatest physical feeling enjoyed by humans,
LOVE, compassion of affections for the good of mankind,
LOVE, romance of humans rewarded by the thirst of sexual love.
LOVE, in humans charts our course in our daily lives,
LOVE, in man holds his integrity as a human being,
LOVE, the pendulum in the philosophy of sanity,
LOVE, positive traits within humans, to befriend others in need.
LOVE, the innocent children pure in mind as their faces,
LOVE, inspiration of man to bring forth new life in humanity,
LOVE, sharing to give, to be honest, to have faith, to see God,
LOVE, others feelings, to understand, to be trusted, to be thankful.
LOVE, the force of humanities, to live together in peace,
LOVE, throughout the World keeps Nations at peace,
LOVE, motivations of human beings for continuous existence,
LOVE, hope for continual survival of "Worldly Co-existence."
poem by Jim DiGregorio
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And Not Fade
All the creations that God has made
It will remain in force and not fade
Only some will be liked more and some less
As we are indifferent to see and face
We see the beauty from outer space
Try to reason out and simply trace
Its essence and contents for self use
This makes life difficult and totally confuse
How many children we dropp at orphanage?
Do we ever care about their fate and age/
In which sense they are less than flower?
We have no pity or mercy to shower
We love only beautiful flower
But they may be rare or fewer
We have no love for ordinary but beautiful
That has come up for pleasing us in full
Even cattle don’t harm while grazing
They look at it and consider amazing
They have sense of appreciation
We love in anticipation of relation
Some children may take birth in poor family
Yet their parents may bring them up happily
Not a single thought of deserting them in open
We have become merciless even
They may breathe in open space
Sun rays may not affect their face
Some one may come and look at
Show some love and curse the cruel fate
Not all the children may survive and last long
Something may definitely go against or wrong
So the flowers may fade away in the evening
Their fate and chance may not be brightening
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A day never same again
The days can not remain same
No efforts should made to blame
The same mood can be maintained
The feelings can be easily explained
Where are those moments of golden pride?
Why do we forget them and hide?
They are no less important in today’s context?
They can be useful in passing present test
We learn from past mistakes and go ahead
It becomes easier to forge and lead
We started to learn from the day one
This was our concern and can be solved by none
Agony, pain and anguish may for part
We need to forget all and have fresh start
This is how fresh water can be flowed
The stagnation can never be allowed
When we start to know the fellow human being
New dimension is added and something is assured of to bring
It mat relate to efforts for bringing new kind of thinking
Where all can be lifted for good without any fear of sinking
We have same feeling in songs
Love, sympathy and brotherhood expressed in words
No show of deception and sincerity in approach
God too is willing and helping in such
Any one can search the soul and ask
What lay before him as dedicated task?
What does he do to strengthen the movement?
So the humanity survives to an extent
Not all can be lead to believe in what is said?
It is practice for self and conditions not to be laid?
What can be influenced most in daily routine?
As the emergence of sun plays part with sun shine
The truth is simple to be understood like day light
No one can prove it wrong or right
It is reality and has all the essence of truthfulness
Only we can have little try to prove its usefulness
I have all the rights to give shape to future
No one can come and apprise me to make it sure
Lord has give us sense to choose between two
I shall choose the simple one which is true
I am sacrificing nothing for cause
It is expected from all because
This is simple way of falling in line
Rest all can be expected very fine
It was never a problem in present or past
Now the life has changed and moving very fast
No one has got little time to devote for fresh beginning
It can be made as love sport with fresh inning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Goodbye Mine M.j.
A "Stranger in Moscow" told me that you've gone!
But is it true that you've gone my M.J.?
And with tears in my eyes I say goodbye my M.J.
You who feeds the eyes and the ears
And has graced our African soil
But why did you have to go, you "Smooth criminal"
When you know "They don't care about us"
Tell me, who will "Heal the world"?
Who will make it a better place for us?
Who will give to the poor once and again to their necessity?
Who will be there for them in their anguish and pain?
O', know you not that admired you are of those that hate you most
And did you have to go; or where you too lonely?
But you said "We're the world" that "You are not alone"
Then why did you have to go? And did you leave another "Thriller"
If no, then why choose to be "The man in the mirror"
Thus dirge and elegy now met in my heart. Why?
"Do you remember the time" we first met in my dream
And "The way you make me feel" with your "Childhood"?
Oh king of pop, my M.J., "I want you back"
And you "Got to be there" for me on my birthday
To sing me your song, "Don't stop till you get enough"
While "Rockin Robin and Ben" "Off the wall" till they "Scream"
For your love is magical because you're angelica
You are so wonderful because you're beautiful
You are indispensable because you're irreplaceable
And now I see the "Liberian girl" cry because you're "Speechless"
And upon our bodies the nighted color of mourning you. Why?
Alas death! Why taketh him away when all that look on him yet not satisfied?
O', let not the world lose another "Michael Jackson".
Michael I love you "Yesterday, today and forever."
May the spirit light your way
Through the land of the shadow
To the halls of eternal peace. Amen.
In the cabinet of my imagination, in the treasury of my reason, in the registry of my conscience, and in the council chamber of my thought, there shall you live forever.
I LOVE YOU MINE M.J.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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You Came
Written by ricky & kim wilde
Someone I know is staring at me
And when I look into her eyes
I see a girl that I used to be
I hardly recognise
Cos in the space of a year
Ive watched the old me disappear
All of the things I once held precious
Just dont mean anything anymore
Cos suddenly
You came, and changed the way I feel
No one could love you more
Because you came and turned my life around
No one could take your place
Ive never felt good with permanent things
Now I dont want anything to change
You cant imagine the joy you bring
My life wont be the same
And Ill be there when you call
Ill pick you up if you should fall
Cos I have never felt such inspiration
Nobody else ever gave me more because
You came, and changed the way I feel
No one could love you more
Because you came and turned my life around
No one could take your place
I watch you sleep in the still of the night
You look so pretty when you dream
So many people just go through life
Holding back, they dont say what they mean
But its easy for me
Since you came
No one could love you more
Because you came and turned my life around
No one could take your place
You came, and changed the way I feel
No one could love you more
Because you came and turned my life around
No one could take your place
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Science is Unscientific
The Professor rose from his chair.
He moved the book to the middle
Of the table as he stood up.
"Now, listen! " he said in an amicable voice.
"Science prides itself in being factual,
objective, precise, unbiased, detached
and verifiable, free from introversion,
a way of knowing things without added colours
and portraying accurately the physical world
in its own light".
The Turtle was sipping his ginger ale.
"Oh, this description of science is nothing
but a myth", he said. "As I see it,
even the most magnificent accomplishments
of science involve emotions,
an individual sense of wonder and curiosity,
the psychological experience of the rapturous
and the mystical. Consequently,
a paradoxical and built in property
of science concerns
its own unscientific disposition.
And therefore, in my opinion,
science is thoroughly unscientific."
"Nonsense", the professor objected.
"If science were really unscientific,
as you claim, it could not produce
nuclear energy, airplanes, or computers.
And it could not put
astronauts on the moon".
"Well, I indeed never stop to wonder,
How is it possible that with so little knowledge
humans can accomplish so much? "
the Turtle said.
And then he added:
"But, you should not
confuse science with technology".
"I don't get your point", the Professor said,
"because you still did not provide me with
a good justification of your negative view
of science".
"Look! Science stands on very shaky
theoretical foundations", the Turtle explained.
This is so due to its reduction
of the concrete whole
to incomplete abstractions. Ironically,
the more scientific science tries to be,
the less scientific it becomes.
Science is rational and logical but the
universe, which it investigates is not.
We cannot separate ourselves
from the world outside.
Therefore, an objective investigation
of actuality ought to incorporate
the subjective experience.
The depiction of reality must be total.
Otherwise it cannot be truly scientific.
Mind you, ignoring the dominant
subjective realm of existence does not
make the world more objective.
Imagine, for example, a computer
that tries to understand
the human world without understanding
the human mind and human emotions".
A moment of silence ensued.
The Professor sank into his thoughts.
The Turtle took another sip
from the ginger ale.
"I'm not sure",
the Professor said eventually,
"that it would be a good thing
evolving a computer to a level
in which it would understand
such human qualities as humour, concern,
loyalty, compassion, love and anger.
I wonder if such a cybernetic device
would be our servant or our master."
poem by Paul Hartal
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Permanent and steady
Permanent and steady
I thought of asking self first
Then go to others at last
Why at all I should ever blame?
The system, people or their good name
Each and every individual go on accusing
In this way problem remains there and start confusing
No one wants to analyze and go to root cause
Things can change dramatically if given little pause
Why have we changed all of sudden?
Why don't we give chance to others even?
Why do we go berserk in rage and commit crime?
When it is not needed in life at any time
My father used to advise me
Be fearless and feel always free
Nothing can harm you even if you stand alone
The wind may come with force but in no time gone
I hardly can afford to miss mother
Her kind heart and passion I remember
She will never say "go and beat any one"
She may say as you are dear to me so others are to someone
I weep sometimes when they all come and invade memory
I fail to reply them internally and feel very sorry
"Mom you and dad were exceptional"
Today nothing has remained in its form or as original
Previously people use to shower love with feelings
Now it has gone out of tune and completely missing
We have become blood thirsty and act contrary
All sorts of treachery, deception which I feel totally unnecessary
Who can influence our thoughts?
Environment if that goes right
Like minded people find out means to fight
Then only some solution will be in sight
It is back to us for remedy
But no one seems to be ready
If not me then someone else will be greedy
The negative cycle may say permanent and steady
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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