Oh! onion
I have forgotten to test
Though you were cheap and best
Any time I was in position to cry
You have lost your charm, why?
Why all of sudden you have become celebrity
Is there improvement in your quality?
Do you think you are in formidable weapon?
Make us cry and push to death like serpent's venom
One of the poor men’s best companions
The so called name given as onions
How long will you compel to shed the tears?
Will we have to undergo burden and fear?
It has disappeared from the market
I have decided to forgo or forget
The name as such of onion
Though it remained the poor men’s diet as true champion
I would love to curse all those
Who have courage to hide it and dispose?
Snatch the food for their greedy wish
And pushing the persons to perish
A rare commodity now beyond reach
We have lost moral ground to preach
We have no soul left such to search
I can forget it as commodity as such
The democracy has become a biggest joke
Much legislation are passed and ordinances invoked
Poor watch helplessly and stand as provoked
The scenario is changed as everything is smoked
You have independent judiciary to safeguard interest
You have freedom of speech and serves as best
You are called master of destiny and luck
Still they are all out for your blood to suck
You live in wilderness as people come and rob
You wonder in world without having job’
You have nothing else to do except to rot
Still dream for shine after proving a blot
How many may be gifted with little fortune?
How far they will be fortunate enough to remain in tune?
Do they fear that their bread will be snatched one day?
If the person in street is pushed to commit in wrong way
I would love if it is declared as unsafe heaven
Where all wrong doers escape and enjoy even
Those hands which are meant for public good
Can successfully snatch slice of poor man’s food
We will be on path of successful march
It will be biggest show of deception and can be called as farce
We may succeed in concealing the naked truth
Everybody may feel pinch of salt when tongue is pressed between teeth
I can only pay almighty
To give them little sense and shower the pity
Think, what would have happened?
If the life span was never threatened
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Life Is Not Chosen
Life is not at all chosen
It is thrust and forced upon
Only parents prayed for our birth
But someone else is gunning for our death
Democracy or any other system is total failure
Our life is unsecured and precious no more
For a few notorious souls we are simply crushed
Some to the gallows and some in the dungeons pushed
We shall dare not to rise in revolt
To be poor and helpless is only our fault
Who ever comes in power may use same stick!
Nothing else is important than to torture and pick
Human rights violation is order of the day
Only mighty rule and held the sway
Even the people who stand for liberty
Express helplessness, apathy, neglect and pity
Don’t test our patience for a long
One day you may be proving wrong
Nothing may come to your rescue
Only destruction and deaths may be open to view
Human beings are not meant to be slaughtered
They have built dams and river water altered
Many empires have been razed to ground
Not a single sign is likely to be found
Beware! Still time is left to come to sense
Hand over the power peacefully in your presence
Many human lives have been unnecessarily lost
You will loose the power even at tremendous cost
We are peace loving and still care
All living beings are ready to spare
No blood shed for power transition
People are supreme in any composition
We will not remain starved for silly reasons
System has to be changed with honest persons
If no bread can be secured for helpless and poor
They should be forced up on to flee or shown the door
Rule of land and people must prevail
There is should be no deception with tail
No cheating can now be tolerated
Liberty and freedom must remain co-related
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enough Is Enough
We have tolerated enough
The life is like to be very tough
The road surface has already turned rough
The time has come now call enough is enough
What crime we have committed?
Faults, lapses and negligence is not at all admitted
We have lost the courage to counter repression
Enough of territory is lost in aggression
Billions of dollars are siphoned off and cornered
Precious land grabbed and secretly owned
Built so many mansions without legal mention
All rules are enacted for its prevention
What to complain and how to shed tears?
What is to be regretted and what is to be feared?
How can one think of snatching simple bread?
Is it not known to them that without it we will be just dead?
Tons of food grains are rotting in open
The warehouses are locked and may never reopen
The food grains may be burnt but will not reach to people
Have we ever thought of hunger, anger and trouble?
Why courts have to direct administrators to respond?
Save and spare the grains to people and correspond
Is the judicial activism only option and way out?
We are possibly waiting for worst rout
Hungry people will soon be on road
They may not be in position to bear load
Their frustration may run put the patience
Nothing can be had then with insistence
We are liberal and democratic society
Freedom of movement and speech must be of highest order and quality
How can one dupe the people by sheer maneuvering?
Is the democracy meant for bad governing?
I would prefer autocrat if he serves the poor
People may not feel helplessness and shown the door
Let us respect the humanity and serve the poorest of poor
What will then be difference left between good and evil doer?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Heart touching
It is heart touching
Self pity and lots of teaching
Anybody may leave the scene
As no such hardship is eve seen
The heart is like chicken
Wants to become lion hearted even
But trouble and hardship always elude
Puzzle to escape and uncertainty to include
The individuals fight in street
Never think of love and greet
God only knows what makes them to shed blood
When we have not enough to eat as food
I am subjected to repeated insults
I struggle hard with no results
Still I trust almighty with no complaints
Look towards sky but never fall down or faint
I wish to cry with honest appeal
Make me stubborn to face in real
Give me courage to withstand
Offer love and affection to all as friend
Give me enough of boldness
Courage and stubbornness to face
Life can be only simple race
Who has the time to make it as base?
Selfishness and deception is hidden element
We shall not indulge in it and comment
Every human being is gifted with such desire
We need to pray only Him and admire
If you adopt it in heart and cry
You can be called fool and attempting to fly
No one can help you in this deceptive world
You got to stand on your own feet and look bold
I am no saint or sage
But I have read it on many pages
God helps to only those
Who create path and choose
Nights may prove unbearable and long
Even if you may not be wrong
Still you are human being and must remain among
Even in wilderness and pain you must pray and sing a song
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet
Real gem with good name
You are eligible to claim
Poems with nice composition
Quick in row with nice disposition
So is the role of poet
Never to sit quiet
If there is unrest somewhere
He has to reach there
Write for the cause
It is essential because
That may give insight view
May not reach to all but few
So they are the third eye
For the society to try
Give them enough of love and honor
It is trusted upon and called for
What do the poets write today?
Stars, moon and Milky Way
About horizon and hollowness
But why not to see at ground's face?
Poor move half naked
Their interest is forgotten and not staked
Rich become richer
Poor remain sufferer
Environment is affected
Public opinion still not reacted
Trees are cut and rivers are blocked
Coal is forgotten and from gas it is cooked
Sing not for artificial songs
Love not for what is wrong
Write not for only imagery
World is already in mess and cuts sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cried for Hours
I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe
How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend
Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival
Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath
I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?
Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives
Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good
I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell
We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am back
I am in action and back again
To live peacefully for strength to regain
In past I had never been so upset
Though I took it as fate
Who says life can be hell?
when it has done so well
we are not here for everybody to tell
it is not the commodity to sell
love is to treasured all along
why to go into details who was right or wrong?
you can't have it easily for song?
you have to be a part and stay among
who can come and cheat you of your treasure?
you can enjoy it with immense pleasure
you were never comfortable or sure
now enough memories are there to assure
no one can shut the door
you are happiest among all and not poor
you can open any chapter and go through
you can see it as false or true
you have nothing to do with treachery
they have no arrows to shoot in archery
previously you were easy target
now you are free person and can forget
it was never a game
You have no one to blame
it is their bad luck to ignore
you had tried everything to explore
cool breeze may stay for while
you have still plenty of time to think meanwhile
the sun may bring bright shine
rest all will be in order and very fine
it is temporary phase
you got to relax and ease
there had been no love lost
it was real test and had nothing to cost
time may pass off and wound may also heal
there was nothing actually to steal
I had loved her and taken as real
now there is no use to shed tears or feel
it may stay in remote corner of mind
I shall have immense pleasure to find
they may surface at any moment
I have nothing more to offer as comment
I do under stand the sacred meaning
i can't act contrary to prove it as demeaning
it might have brought so much pain anguish
The real matter was no going to finish
I am happiest person on earth
It may remain till the death
I have yet to live up to expectations
though it has severed the relation
is it important to get everything desired?
can love be purchased or hired?
it requires sacrifice and reward
life is always meant to be positive to look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times & Live ?
(alfred reed)
(g) - (c) - (g7) - (d) - (d7) - (am)
(g) I remember a time when every (d) thing was (g) cheap
Now prices nearly puts a man to (d) sleep
(d7) well, when we (g) get our grocery (g7) bill
We (c) feel like making our (am) will
Tell me, (g) how can a poor man (d7) stand such times and (g) live ?
Tell me, (g) how can a poor man (d7) stand such times and (g) live ?
Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright
And he says, in a little while youll be all right!
Well, all he gives is a humbug pill
Dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul
Well, thats what keeps us poor folks always in a hole
Now, we can hardly get our breath
Taxed and schooled and preached to death
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
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We always pray
In critical days we always pray
Come together and search for the way
Think of an ordinary man very poor
When time nears to be pushed at the door
Hunger makes you sense the value
How a person can understand and review?
Search for inner instinct and respect others
How then it brings the ideas to come closer?
Love the way as we are all destined
Situation may alter as never imagined
In pain and distress we gather the strength
Think of lines which has same wave length
We feel the pulse and cry along
Render the help if something went wrong
Devastation and damage bring tears in eyes
We never go into question and ask any why
This is beauty of human being
Poor and rich rush to bring
All possible help to reach at the end
To avoid the curse, take vows to change the trend
Nature is kind so we have learnt
Houses to be built but not to be burnt
Bread to be provided and not snatched
Run to the rescue and not merely watched
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bailout My Soul
My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy
The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you
It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green
For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke
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May see light
Days are not far off when we may see light
It is crusade and not the simple fight
It is not the time to prove who is wrong or right
The goal should not go out of sight
Single man may be strength provider
Let us not work as force divider
We are strong and united as ever
This will be remembered in history forever
Yes it is brittle battle
But test for proving the mantle
We will never loose it for coming days
This is only means available for non-violent way
Heads may roll and make the room
Corruption may not end but cast a doom
People may not longer be fooled
The temper may still go high and not cooled
The world has witnessed a simple switch over
Heads down in shame for searching the cover
No solution for immediate relief to poor
Time has come now to show them the door
They may go down today to resurface again
They are capable and have the vicious brain
They may find out the loop holes and escape route
Let us give final and decisive blow at the root
They have now known the public mood
Poor and helpless are without food
Billions are wasted on storage of grains
Poor cry and watch helplessly going them in drain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bare Hands
Never volunteer
Or go near
Worship or pray for mercy
As he will show no pity
For right or wrong
He will have same song
Pull you away to far land
Where you will be only soul as friend
As we talk about death
Many may stop their breathe
As it is not only fearsome
But to many shocking and troublesome
God was wise enough to make it mandatory
Otherwise it would have been bribed and made obligatory
No one would have preferred early journey
Even if it was decided by almighty
You are aware that now kidney transplant is possible
Now lever plantation is also made easy from impossible
Now somebody may invent to replace complete heart box
So as the time passes, no one may fear then from death hoax
Every part will be prized high and replaced
Poor people may be searched and chased
They will volunteer and donate legally
Life may then become easy and like luxury
Thank god that death and destruction are the formidable weapon
In the hands of powerful almighty and used not as coupon
Still life has been considered as precious and priceless
We are still afraid of it but allow it to appear less
Even though life and death is not in our hands
We can make it as loving entity as that of friends
Let it come at its destined time
Why to worry it in advance sometimes?
As legend story speaks very clear
We should live on without any fear
Who ever has taken birth in this land?
He has to leave it with bare hands
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Want to be rebel
I want to be called rebel
With most dreaded label
To fight for cause and excel
Just survive in world to tell
Why my pen does not break down?
When I hear woes and pain unknown
How many perish in day light bombing?
And how many disappear in combing?
Nothing comes out that easily
No enjoyment also if that comes readily
We need to enjoy hard earned freedom
Such joy is experienced seldom
I right with fierce language
Even though feel the burden of an age
But I want no one to be bonded in cage
I wish to rewrite the struggle on golden pages
Our own brethren killing sons of soil
When I hear such tale, the blood definitely boils
I wish to take up arms and fight
Without then looking into wrong or right
Crime against women is on rise
This pushes me into Dark Age with surprise
Did we dream such stage with promises?
Was our blood shed to earn the curses?
No one may answer all these questions
There is upright thinking in relations
Of late there has come so much bitterness
We find hatred and cruelty on face
Let us not forget our forefathers who did sacrifice
Took us to down road and long way with safe place
We are not pledging ourselves to the wishes of downtrodden
Poor remain poor with so much of the burden
What do I wish to write in their memory?
Express helplessness with regret and sorry
This causes me great concern and worry
I shall loose no moments in hurry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Poor Give To The Wrong Type Power
The poor so sad to say do not see far
They vote for one who drives expensive car
And one they don't see after voting day
From where they live he lives long miles away.
The poor don't ever seem to understand
That they vote for one who for them little care
To one greedy individual they give power
And when they need him he is never there.
Who is this person the poor voted for
He lives in a big house leads the high life
And you won't see him in a second hand shop
When he is buying a present for his wife.
The poor to the wrong type always give power
And they make the worst choices on voting day
They ought to vote for one of their own kind
And for mistakes made there is a price to pay.
The poor give to the wrong type of person power
To greedy individual they give all the say
On voting day the wrong choices they make
And what little power they have they give away.
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For Fools
Democracy is for fools
Where they become simply tools
On the name of liberty and freedom
Where rights are respected seldom
Who says people are fully protected?
They are pushed to be infected
With rotten ideas of causes
Its delays and deniable of access
People tolerate as it generates only income
Exploitation is everywhere and welcomed
Why poor are getting poor day by day?
When there are enough off opportunities on the way?
When powers are transferred in the hands of few
The judiciary requires its overhaul and review
No doubt it may provide growth
But push many into jobless leading to death
Think of a plight when money power concentrated
All concerns are taken over by few and deliberated
Upheavals, revolts and attacks by threaten postures
That is how we see the democratic future
Yet it is preferred and appreciated
At least people are heard when infuriated
Their concern is conveyed and realized too
This is another case not very true
You are not killed in day light
You are not pushed in streets to fight
Yet it can be called way of life and system
Everything must be felt and realized them
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be true to yourself
You are true to your self
The sea has enough in its shelf
Still it remains calm and quiet
The feelings are definitely made know or let
Was this really intended to turn out?
What was then sacrifice, sufferings and all about?
So much blood shed in the name of religion
Instead why not spread the message of love in all the regions?
Where do we find actual feeling?
Who wants to offer it just as willing?
I don't know what I am celebrating
Was the sacrifice meant for equating?
Yes it has been reduced to mere celebration
There is no direct link of any suggestion or connection
It has been reduced to purely an event for joy
let whole world deep in it and enjoy
I shall not remain in doors
Rather go out in the services of poor
I will be able to share their grief
Though I shall stay only brief
We have come off to an age
Today we are able to mange
There are no more crisis as that of past
The torture and intolerance has a long last
I would love to be among needy
They will really be nice and no greedy
I shall celebrate with them in free air
This will be sensible and fair
It least I will not be called Hippocratic
At least this be less sarcastic
I shall love the occasion to be celebrated
But the poor and forgotten ones will be feted'
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Life made cheap
Life is made very cheap with total disregard
We have stooped so below and act substandard
Care for no human sentiments and demand unreasonable
Beg for things and ask excuses despite being capable
Why do we play with those who are dying every moment?
Have bare means to pull on with curios anxieties and movements
Life becomes cozy at one moment and turns cruel very next
Every moment reminds of living death with acid test
“Mothers O mother, we can we find you? ”
Two children were on the road with tears through
There eyes wide open with full of fears yet asking for beloved mother
No hope for their life‘s revival and scope for going further
“She had no food for quite few days” I learnt
She had no money even though due to receive as payment
Refusal came at times when she needed it for children
She dashed head against stone and lost it even
We have nothing to worry as most of us are blessed
No such problems in life and hotly to be chased
But we can think of those persons in dire need
By stopping some ambitions coupled with the greed
We have no answer for that poor lady
She was deserving life but could not remain steady
Children are on road claming for lost bread earner
I fail to visualize what will be the fate there after
They will be pushed to begging or land in brothels
They may be living commodity and always on sale
No choice for them to lead life of their own
We may curse, blame and sometimes frown
We must condemn such practice and desist
If can’t help them then at least forcefully insist
Don’t snatch with whatever they are leading
Let us try to understand their plight for feeding
Days may pass off with all the speed
Day by day we may want more and increase the greed
I swear not to cry over our behavior and style
But pray for their smooth life and stay meanwhile
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Human relation
"To dig one's own grave"
Nice attempt to behave
One should be called brave
As he can claim little sense to have
It is order of the day
Everybody wants to have little say
For nice effort in bringing down the tree
As we have liberty to pull it down free
Kill a person and get bail
Commit the scam for facilities to avail
Cause the pain and trouble the innocents
Enjoy the life and never resent
This is what we are doing today
In the name of progress all the way
Majority of people suffer and only few enjoy
Lead the life in luxury with almost decoy
Bread and essential commodity has become rare
Two square meals now no one can dare
It is called luxury to dream and have
Men in street have nothing more to crave
We are calling for revolution
Spend the time in passing the resolutions
It all remains in paper
People are on rampage over distribution of water
Who will bell the cat?
Where is enough to eat?
Grain rot in open
Naked eyes can see it even
We are free and democratic
Depend on figures and statistics
Millions die daily of starvation
Little aid reaches on the name human relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
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A good return
What poor get in return for their poverty?
Sweet words, insult hatred or pity?
Do they deserve all sorts of humility from their own brethren?
Is it not betrayal of trust to God or matter of great concern?
Rich may get what ever they want in return of money
Poor may always remain helpless and lonely
There will not be any body to speak him with love
Still many are there for them ready to serve
“I live in the hearts of poor in disguised manner”
You may not know it at all but will come to know sooner
It is their blessings that may help you to ward off the difficulties
It is better to obey His wordings and work for all niceties
If you are gifted with talent, intelligence and wealth
You may always be concerned with beauty and health
You may not go near to patient or leper for service
Sometimes you may fail to attend event such as demise
“I live where love is spread with fragrance”
You must find out or know the sufferings at least once
It is curse on humanity not to show any decency
It is now high time we act with urgency
Are we not concerned with about our next door neighbor?
Do we bear ill will or anything against harbor?
If answer is emphatic no then we are step closer
We are rich in terms of all and can’t be called miser
World may approach its consequential end
We have delivered nothing or failed to send
We have forgotten peace at heart
This is an end of good start
We don’t know yet where we are heading?
Who pulls us towards destiny or leading?
We get no clue as who feeds whole universe?
All religions teach or reflect the same I their verses
Have we ever tried to feed even single person?
Can we go into detail and find out the reason?
Does that mean that we have been given special privilege?
Still we are in confusion and don’t come out of cage
This DOGMA has remained for centuries
Rich or intelligent people have always raised some queries
The power and fame has blinded them with intoxication
Though person knows the futility but still prefers suffocation
This will end only with the summons for departure
We may still bear bad feelings and nurture
“God may still come and whisper in ears for the best”
Don’t worry, I knew it well but still I had to test”
This is how the life has to be summed up
No can easily pretend, hide or come out with bluff
If we love each other something good will definitely prevail
Why not go for in it and the chances peacefully avail
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
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