Oh, mom please
I was so much attached to my mother
She was kind and no one can be like her
All mothers may be same as to be called
I miss her all the time when recalled
What to speak and what to miss
She will touch the hand and kiss
She will hold the body and embrace
I could see tears on her face
That she will feel enough of joy when we are near
Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear
She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes
I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears
I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects
I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect
She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth
She would not forces on us for asking any proof
I may sit in her lap and find whole world
She was mild but aggressive and cold
She would blow wild in no time
And come down too any time
I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort
Being child I had association and good rapport
She would move her fingers in my hair
I would feel gentle breeze from the air
Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world?
How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold?
She would smiling say nothing and hide the face
I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case
Mom was happy all the time in our company
Our family comprised of not so many
We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much
But she was quite different as such
She would call all of us to sit before her
She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother
“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure
She would say often to make us very sure
I would touch her nerve to no more
I will try to know and explore
About our ancestors and grandmother
She would feel bitterness at reference of others
“I was not preferred only for marriage”
Your dad was black and I had to manage
Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact
She thought We had committed a sinful act
She did not bless us till the last
She remained with her views very steadfast
She was obsessed with creed, color and cast
She saw so much hatred in contrast
I thought for a while and left her alone
It devastated me as if hit by cyclone
Some of the silly things shatter our life
Mother had tolerated enough as wife
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Touch me not
I feel so shy if you touch,
Never think more or ideas vouch,
Prison I feel as water in pouch,
Neither words nor offer much,
With first light I open,
Leaves fresh and arm widen,
Open to embrace but shame laden,
Eyes stare but words hidden,
I need a touch smooth and delicate,
I shut my eyes if matters complicate,
It is not crown, kingdom so I abdicate,
Shyness, mildness and oneness indicate,
I may mushroom and naturally bloom,
Moment you touch face become gloom,
Even closed doors and windows in room,
Face get reddish and shyness zoom,
“Touch me not” say I won’t allow,
Not shake hand or word hello,
I can’t and hide face in pillow,
Never look up face and eyes below,
Allow it to happen natural way,
Not you wait to hear my say,
Not respect but feelings pay,
Not to loose hope as you are ray,
Female or ladies always like fold,
Handsome gents and approach bold,
If touched once feel body cold,
Soul and body never feel sold,
Ladies have quality inherent,
Does not depend on advice of parent,
Face always down with eyes to speak,
No words to speak or silence to break,
Can’t be won over by false promise,
Moments fact known entry dismiss,
Dream remains dream and always to miss,
Sudden end with nothing more to kiss,
To be in fold is act holy pure,
Bonding takes place if both are sure,
“Promise to be on side ‘words assure,
No evil takes place as steps taken sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Novocaine
When I was ten, fell out of bed
Got three stitches in my head
It hurt like hell
I saw the blood, I felt the pain
I'd like to feel it once again
'Cause I don't feel it
Then I got stung, right on the face
I screamed and ran around the place
It hurt like hell
I swelled right up, I burned for days
I'd like to feel it once again
Cause when you touch me
When you hold me
When you kiss me
I don't feel anything
When you touch me
When you hold me
When you kiss me
It's just like Novocaine
I remember every cut and scrape
I've been numb so long
Something's wrong
So I'll take anything
I slap my face, I pull my hair
Just to see if something's there
It should hurt like hell
I miss the pinch, I miss the pain
That shock sensation in my brain
Cause when you touch me
When you hold me
When you kiss me
I don't feel anything
When you touch me
When you hold me
When you kiss me
I don't feel anything
When you touch me (When you touch me)
When you hold me (When you hold me)
When you kiss me
I don't feel it
When you touch me (When you touch me)
When you hold me (When you hold me)
When you kiss me
It's just like Novocaine
I don't feel anything
I don't feel it
I don't feel it
I don't feel it
Well, I don't feel it
No, I don't feel it
I don't feel it
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Dream Of The Unknown
I dream of mostly nothing,
A deep black emptiness in space of infinate time.
But there is no time, there is nothing.
I see nothing, I touch nothing.
Am I even here? Do I exist? Where am I?
I'm not anywhere, just darkness all around.
I don't hear anything at all. I don't smell anything.
What kind of dream is this? This dream of the unknown.
It is not a dream. I'm not here, I am nothing.
Dreams are filled with things beyond imagination,
Filled with good things and bad things, but not this.
I am not happy nor am I sad...But I am scared.
Why am I scared? There is nothing here.
I am trembling but I don't feel a thing.
I'm not here, I am nothing just like this darkness.
But I am in fear in this dream of the unknown.
If it's a dream at all. Am I dead? Is that my fear?
If I'm dead, where is the afterlife? Were they right?
I see nothing, I feel nothing, I am nothing.
Fear is the only thing I know in this dream.
But why? If nothing is wrong, why is everything dark?
Why can't I dream? Why am I nothing with nothing around?
No time, no feeling, no sense. Just nothing.
Lost in this forsaken world, this dream of the unknown.
Suddenly, I'm crying. I feel tears stream down my face.
I feel my heart racing. I hear myself choke back cries.
But everything is still dark, everything is still nothing.
I don't understand. What is happening to me?
My eyes open, I'm in my bed. Face buried in my pillow.
I am still crying, I am still scared...I don't know why.
poem by Adam McKim
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Judy
To my wife Judy
I really love you truly
remember the good old days,
and the bad, when we almost went our ways
your such a good mother and wife
even though, we together, have a lot of strife
I love your sweet smile dear
the thought of losing you, brings a tear
Remember when we walked down grand
for us together, hand in hand
when we went to watch them play ball
days when the team was riding tall
Remember our first kiss
it brought my heart much bliss
Judy dear the years, have gone fast
I love you so much, like in the past
Judy together we've seen good times and bad
we've seen our son, grow into a fine lad
our daughter I know acts like me,
I do wish she was more like you, don't you see
Judy you have so much love,
in you, your sweet as a dove
you put up with so much
right now your face I want to touch
I told you I would write a poem about you
it may not be good, but it'll do
Judy this is how I feel with out you
when away from you, I feel very blue
I miss you very much
love you more, when were not in touch
time has not passed us by
of the past I need to let it die
Judy I'm happy with you my dear
the thought of losing you brings fear
without you, I'm nothing at all,
with you, in time, I will stand very tall.
Am in tears
Mom I am in tears where are you?
I miss you so much and it is true
You were like star and looked so lovely
I feel so lonely and nothing seems homely
How can I lead life better and happily?
You were complete soul for the family
Nothing could mover without your permission
You used to forgive us for all of our omissions
You closed your eyes for ever for another world
Everything changed around and turned into cold
As the relation was frozen and became customary
How to remember and make its summary?
I vividly remember it as child
You were strict but very mild
Your heart bled for my well being
I used to gaze when beautifully you were trying to sing
Was it divine or charismatic in your presence?
I had it all from you but missed in sense
May be all the children bestowed with same gift?
I did not find in her any change or shift
You brought me up in beautiful atmosphere
I grew with the age without any fear
You had all the pain and agony to bear
You were there but eyes full of tears
Was it your affection and perfect attachment?
You were enjoying the glorious moments
You spread the fragrance like rose scent
You were for me exclusively and heavenly sent
I shan’t have the same moments I entire life
I see the same feeling in my wife
She has all the qualities of good mother
How women can be different from each other
Your eyes used to twinkle like stars in the sky
I still don’t find the answer for it and why?
For any single mischief I used to feel shy
You always loved me and did not make me cry
Mom, I really miss and where you are?
Why did you leave us and gone so far?
I ask all but find no answer even from stars
Only one star laugh mildly at me and that is Mars
I am growing old but still miss you a lot
You protected me from cold and hot
You were there for me in all the way
You were the bright sun for me in a day
I find it dark without your light
You had broad vision and sight
You used to scold us but did not ignore
You awoke whole night when I peacefully snored
I weep on very day of this fateful year
You left us leaving behind in tears
Why all mothers perform such sacrifice?
We feel so sad at the time of her demise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Please Don't Leave
I hate thinking about it.
I wish there was something I could hit.
Sometimes I get so mad,
Other times I just get so incredibly sad.
I know this is your choice
And although my opinion I have voiced
I will always support you
With everything you want to do.
Simply put: it just sucks.
I wonder if it's just my luck.
Things are going so good
But will everything continue to go as it should?
You are the thing I love the most
But will the memories just start to linger like a ghost?
We have gone through so much
And in my times of of need you act like my crutch.
What will I do without you here?
Sit and stare at the wall in fear?
I need to know you are safe
And that they won't push you until you've had enough.
Wearing your clothes is great
But your smell is fading at quite a quick rate.
It won't be the same
To not hear you say my name.
How can I go for for weeks
Without getting to hear you speak?
It's not possible for me to not be upset
But I made a promise to you that I will never forget.
I will count the days until you come home.
Until then i will continue to roam.
I will wait for you until you come back
And we can make up for the time that we have lacked.
I won't see your smile
For quite awhile.
I won't get to stare into those eyes
In which time seems to fly by.
I won't feel your hand in mine
But I'll pretend I'm fine.
I won't feel your kiss
And that I will certainly miss.
I don't want you to go.
I will feel so low
Because you won't be near
And you are all I want, my dear.
You will be gone for so long
And some are hoping it will make me strong.
I don't want to find out,
But I don't want to act like a child and pout.
I think of all the things you will miss out on
In all the time you will be gone.
What can we possibly gain?
I don't want to go through all that pain.
You always say the military has their rules,
But sometimes I wonder if they're all just a bunch of fools.
I want you to be here with me,
Not there doing whatever they please.
You are my entire world
And I would do for you whatever I could.
Baby, you are my everything.
Without you I have nothing.
I have tried to take your hand
And make you understand.
Sometimes I wonder if you even hear my words
Or if I'm better off talking to the birds.
One thing that will never diminsh is our love,
Even when we are up above.
You can't just walk away,
Because I need you to stay.
So as I squeeze my sleeve
I'm going to ask you, 'please don't leave.'
poem by Ashley Reese
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Tell Mama
TELL MAMA"
Tell Mama why I just come and go
Tell her that I'm just looking for
Some other faces, other names
And that if I'm cold it's not the rain
It's not the rain
CHORUS
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
I hide my face, beyond my tears
I'd never thought I could miss you dear
It seems to feel so ...
My face near the window dreams far away
What should I do against this pain?
Against this pain?
CHORUS 2x
Tell Mama that time goes by and by
Like the summer rain you'll meet sometimes
So close your eyes and let it rain
Tell her, after sunshine you'll meet the rain
You'll meet the rain
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
Tell Mama, tell her, tell her I feel cold
(I --- feel cold ---)
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
song performed by by Wonderwall
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A Lola or grandma
She remained motionless and was laid on the ground
Her mortal remains could only be visibly found
She had completed her successful journey around
It was destined time to depart with no alarm or sound
We stood motionless and watched her lifeless body
She was before placed before us for the knowledge of everybody
Soon she will be taken to final place and laid to rest
This was real time for all of us to remain calm and stand the test
Oh, grandma you are no more
Who I will remember and adore?
I never witnessed such scene this before?
I couldn’t think about any idea to explore
She was source of strength to all of us
She had all the courage and trust
She was like complete shed as that of tree
We us to live and feel completely free
She will call me personally and confide
Would you not tell me truth and not hide?
Why you want to lead your life as lone woman?
Don’t you prefer honest and trustworthy as your man?
“No” I used to argue loudly and then cry?
Aged persons seemingly asking same questions, why?
I used to be in rage but same time feeling very shy
Grandma was really a kind woman and making worth try
I may miss her very badly as she is no more with family
I cried a lot with emotions and looked so silly
It was the moment for all of us to shed tears
She was now not among us and those were the worst fears
She lived her life with full honor
Brought us up in family even though we were minor
She worked very hard for our well being
We felt as if we were crippled without wing
“Lola” or grandma has left for heavenly abode
I still feel she is among us and never bade
She is remaining before my eyes all the day
I don’t feel loneliness and find the correct way
She used to call me and whisper in ears
“What will you really do in coming year? ”
You got to find a lovely companion
He should be real all-rounder and champion
“I will keep him at bay and never allow”
He will have to obey and strictly follow
If he doesn’t then he will have to forgo
I will not accept and let him go”
Such were nicest words that still sound my mind
No ideal family may have luck to have such lola to find
I may miss but may find her everywhere in the home
I still may hear her foot steps when stroll or roam
Lola…… grand mother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life for mother and child
Life for mother and child remains same
Whether black or white they claim
Nature is hard and luck is not fair
Wind blows harshly but not the air
How many months of heavy load
Spending time on open road
Struggling to earn for new born baby
Still looking towards sky and feel happy
Not all mothers may be that much lucky
The birth of baby may not be smooth but very risky
The sun may be at its peak
Mother may cry in pain and feel very weak
Beast may be just dry
As no nourishment even after good try
Yet it is allowed to suck
So many dreams are struck
Mother wants full strength and wellbeing of child
She is there to bear all odds and still feels not wild
The child is like pearl in her eyes and very precious
She tries to protect from sun, rain and serves continuous
African mothers have suffered a lot
Against nature and human beings fought
Still no hope of peace in near future
What to talk of all children for sure
They definitely demand an answer
Only God has answer or with some fewer
It is man made crisis and prevails unabated
All mothers are alike and simply equated
Where there is nothing, only black color fits
On arrival there is distribution of sweets
He is very much on the face of earth
And remain so till the arrival of death
Let us not degrade mother’s position
In all the seasons she bears same composition
Whether in desert, hot sun or in heavy rain
She has all kinds of hostilities to face with pain
I wish to bow my head to all mothers
Forgive us for all our sins and don’t bother
We love you all and cherish too
You are one that never goes off mind and stays through
We love your company and may want till the end
You are the only one as companion and true friend
You can never be black or white in our heart
You are embodiment of love and lovely piece of living art
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never hesitate to leave
Never hesitate to leave!
I would never hesitate to leave this world
If my child is in danger or slips out of fold
“Mother would go to any extent” I was told
As certain things are totally free and not sold
I am totally aware that child needs total care
Some of the mother hide it and don’t dare
But what a joy on earth to feel while feeding
Pain mattered less at the time of delivery while bleeding
Each one of us may be dreaming about nice creature
As lots of expectations and dreams for making sure
What a child may bring in for our future life?
How do I feel about it as mother and wife!
My blood is directly flowing in his vanes
Lot many unsaid things are reflected as tales
But whole of world seems so tiny or small
When I hear baby’s cry or simple call
Let all babies get simple care from mother
All happiness with so much dedication and care
It is said child remembers mother when best fed
So later on holds hand of mother and leads
Whole world seems to me a tiny object
If I am to choose I will certainly reject
What a beautiful smile when I start feeding
All so more important satisfaction by her needing
I look at that curly hair
Everything looks so fair
How can I think of going somewhere?
When heaven and happiness is all here
I would love to sink when time comes
I won’t bother whether child later on welcomes or not
At present I see best part on feeding
It is the best present after my wedding
Many mothers may think it as absurd
But it is mother’s love with caring word
Sincere prayer along with it for her well being
My gesture will be after all less of doing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Miss The Rain
i miss the sun shining face in my life
it was disappear for long time
i miss the smile on your face before
i do have for who smile for me
i miss the kiss of sweet lips feelings
who loved me as much as i want
i miss the tears of eyes when i'm cried
and someone make me smile and naughty
i miss the rain when we are together
i miss the rain when we have dance
with u in nights when rain..
i miss the sky of clouds and thunder too
bcaz you embarrassed me soo..
i miss the touch your lovely fingers
i miss the touch of one big lover..
i feels it and i wants it..too..
but it is not possible in this way
only possible in haven and 7th heaven
poem by Khushi throne
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Somehow, Somehow
somehow i feel
cheated
like how fathers
should have
been a gentle hand
to their
sons
somehow i feel
too small to face the
door of the world
and the houses that i
see when
i go in
are too huge for
my
body
somehow i feel that
i cannot
reach the ceiling even if
i have to
use the family
ladder
to touch what
a cellar is
and feel
its
roughness
i have seen the worst
of people
and so i have nothing
but mistrust
and love has become too
nil
to touch and
then
make a belief about
its
soundness and
fragility
I'd like to change
like the way the heat of the sun
surrenders to
the mildness of
an afternoon light
and then bravely
shall i give in to coldness
where i see no one
trying
to love me again
like a
fallen nut
it will be dark and then
i would be
sleepy
and by then perhaps i
can forget
what unkindness was
and how it twisted
my views against the
world
I'd like to see beauty
in tomorrow's morning
perhaps i like getting old
and then
have this fading memory
so i can
start anew: innocent and
smiling again
like the way it was
when i
was once my
mother's child.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Stare In The Mirror
i stare in the mirror
streams rolling down my face
holding a razor blade ever so close
trying to figure out if this is the time to go
i stare in the mirror
thinking to myslef
is this what life is suppose to be all about?
what ever happened to true love
stand by each other no matter what
i thought i found my soul mate
i chased her away with my brutal words
i stare in the mirror
frown in disgust
who have i become?
were has everyone gone?
regrets are seeping down my back
pain is oozing through my heart
my tears have created a puddle
in which i can see myself
i stare in the mirror
remebering better times
we thought we were soul mates
we had the marks to prove it
if i close my eyes i can see ur face
i can even sometimes feel u in my arms
these r all that i have left with, fading memories of the past
ur heart has since hardened
u have moved on and left me in the past
i stare in the mirror
i have no fear
i can feel all the hate coming off u
i cut myself to feel ur pain
hoping i can understand
at the same time relizing that i may never know
i stare in the mirror
i dont have any fears
my tears roll down my face
all the regrets all the appolgizes cant seam change anything
i have no one to blame
im full of shame
i wish i could of bin the man beside u
i stare in the mirror
look deep into my own eyes
i can see the pain that is inside me
all the failures
all the disapointments
this is just icing on the cake
blood splatters on the mirror
i dont have any fears
god will probally denie me
im ready to go
bottle of whiskey is at the bottom
theres no point
all ur hate has soaked into me
im dissapointed in myself
i have no will to go on
i cant hold my head up high
im lieing on the ground
covered in blood
holding a picture in my hand
smiling for the first time
i slit the other wirst.............
i stare at my body
as i float above it
my life passes before me
i relize
i wasted my life
time would would of healed my soul
i copped out ran away
left anyone who cared behind
now i float in endless darkness
i was right god did denie me......
poem by Jessie Davies
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Just To Be Good
Just to be good--
This is enough--enough!
O we who find sin's billows wild and rough,
Do we not feel how more than any gold
Would be the blameless life we led of old
While yet our lips knew but a mother's kiss?
Ah! though we miss
All else but this,
To be good is enough!
It is enough--
Enough--just to be good!
To lift our hearts where they are understood;
To let the thirst for worldly power and place
Go unappeased; to smile back in God's face
With the glad lips our mothers used to kiss.
Ah! though we miss
All else but this,
To be good is enough!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A lots of pain
It pains me a lot when I think of past
The memory comes on and disappear very fast
I preferred isolation as it appealed
All other ideas stood as isolated and repealed
I am in for all sort of detachment
I never tried for attachment
I had to pretend several times and act
This is illogical but a fact
I miss my parent a lot
They suffered and always fought
For our upkeep and bright future
For which they were unsure
They had no other option
Life used to halt without any motion
Many unanswered questions puzzled
But still they kept on and bravely lead
They had taken only one decision
It proved correct nearly to the precision
Mother may sometimes silently cry
Father may feel guilty and shy
I still remember mother would come to me and utter
I will not la; low our dream to shatter
Let life prove so much tough
We may walk while facing the rough
We need to bring you up for future generation
You can stand on your feet without any question
You mays serve well with your own kid
When we will be able to acct as head
You got to rise and face the world
They may come and take me to their fold
I will hide the face and try to be bold
I was feeling warmth in severe cold
All past events sometimes make me cry
I am not able to think and ask why?
Why only my family had to undergo?
Why there was not any easy go?
As a boy I was following very little
The ship was in distress and turning turtle
It was different call and had to be faced
We all dis not wait for time and raced
As I grew with time and age
I was in position to manage
I did not feel helpless or in cage
I was taken over even by rage
We had all struggled to survive
We were in all total five
It was really a marathon challenge
Life was definitely on double edge
How may b e surviving the onslaught?
How many may be over coming the drought?
The rainfall may come once in year
What an unpleasant things always to hear?
It is difficult to live on with misery
You may curse and lament poverty
They are interlinked with our final destiny
Though our world might have looked very small and tiny
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad Moments
I remembered those lovely and sad moments’
When felt kind hand moving in hair with some movements
Her tears were falling on my cheeks and whole face
I was still not awakened and felt sweet embrace
I was just back from my training school camp
Energetic, red face young man with official stamp
People may point out at my white skin and red face
It was smart turn out in civil dress with no more chases
I used to come back late in night with friends
My mother will wait for me and world may then end
I will have dinner which she may serve
What a lovely scene to see and deserve?
When my days drew nearer her mind was seized with questions
She became helpless and choked up with emotions
As I was brought with care and bond of relations
Any mother would miss her son in question
Whenever I used to find or see mother’s statue
It may compel me to think and deeply view
Her curved face lines with lots of emotional mixture
Kindness with lots of anxieties for child’s future
I remember, as an infant, her worries and concern
She may eagerly want and wait for my turn
To feed me with her own hand and enjoy
I too used to feel love, affection with joy
It was heavenly cover and shade
She provided it safe and in fact made
We all were enjoying under her patronage
Even today she is unforgettable figure in age
When I woke up from deep sleep
I found her eyes with worries so deep
She was unable to hide or keep
Yet I guessed how badly she failed not to weep
Such is nature of mother and may always be the same
Let us not forget her contribution and ever blame
She has brought us up to face any challenges
It is we who may fail or succeed or hardly manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Mother’s Day!
One word of yours and I’m assured;
One nod of head and things would move;
One stare of yours: I’m back to senses;
One yell and would I dare speak the same?
What magic most mothers possess!
One kiss of yours: My pain is gone!
One touch by hand: I stop my cry;
One smile from you: I’m encouraged;
One glimpse can be so meaningful!
What prowess mothers truly hold!
What love! What care!
What pains you take;
What toil, what sacrifice!
What time you spend
for child’s sake!
You hear my woes and console me;
You feed and ready me to school;
You nurse and keep me always clean;
What patience, thoughts,
your heart afills!
Mother of mine, you’re truly great!
You taught me how to speak and write;
You showed me how life should be lived
And the road to Heaven!
O Angel of love!
May God bless you
forever!
poem by John Celes
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Death Of Love
When my arm is cold and numbed
And then laid to its final rest
I wander what thought that it could have
If only to God and man it could confess.
When my eyes close for their very last time
What would be the last sight for them to see,
Would it be a sight, that gave a delight
To be cherished by my soul through me.
When my fingers loose their sense of touch
What touch would be missed most of all
Would it be the roses in the summertime
Or the many leaves, that I touched in the fall.
When my lips quiver their last time to close
What would be the last thought of it to miss
Would it be to say a prayer or maybe speak a thought
Or would it be, to give my one last kiss.
When it is my time to to leave this world
I know from this world I must leave alone
But I need to feel love, as I say goodbye to life
As never again will my soul or thoughts roam.
Before my arm goes it needs one last hug
Then it will go with a pain and a delight
And before my eyes close shut as surely as they will
They must see heaven in sight, that night.
Before my fingers loose their since of touch
A woman's hair or a rose I need to brush
They must feel the softness that they once had known
Then happily they will leave with just a hush.
My heart would beat one last time for you
And for my lips, what would be their final wish
Would it to say a prayer or a poem to recite,
Or it would be a last goodbye kiss.
When my body is gone and it is buried deep
And my soul is heading to heaven above
No one might worry about me leaving this world
But when I gone, there will be the death of love..
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Childhood
I was unable to read and understand
What were papa up to and his stand?
When he will be angry or loose temper?
When he will embrace me or pamper?
I was feeling secure and happy as child
Mother was always very kind and mild
She looked to me as ocean of love
Ready with delicious food and serve
In her warmth I could feel bright day
She was almost there to show the way
She may forgo her comfort of sleep and say
I must be good boy and attention must pay
Her words are stored as unforgettable memory
When she is not seen around I feel so sorry
I search her here and there with utmost concern
So many things I had yet to follow and learn
Papa sometimes come heavily on me and scolds
Mother at the same time come and warmly holds
What a greatness to shower love with difference?
One must understand and draw lesson with inference
Papa seemed to me very harsh as head of family
He used to hold my hand firmly for mistakes silly
Mother may not interfere and make father angry
She may feed me with love when I felt hungry
Still I felt immense love for father
He was determined to take me further
He made me to look different from others
So I should be of my own and needn’t bother
As parent they taught me lesson with high morality
They did all they could do as per their ability
How to express why I hold then in high esteem? |
May be their intense love which to me possibly seem
Many children may not find situation like this
They might have lost parents and surely miss
Childhood is most important thing to cherish
Their sweet memories remain and don’t vanish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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