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Old age is fine beauty

Old age is not new phenomenal
Every individual may have to depart after arrival
What even if old man is not cared?
At least old man has taken care of children and dared

There is no need to weep
Remain fit always and composure to keep
If sea wind is differently blowing
Who cares for and eager of knowing

It is unfortunate to target old man
He has lived his life as responsible noble
What did he not do for whole of family?
Now even children live in comfort and happily

Many old age homes are coming
Great plight for all ages looming
What can we do for their honorable end?
Feel in life as very close and intimate friend

Someone told me about nice end show
Foreign currency deposited for when I go
Bid final bye and say thank you mother earth
My only request not to spoil natural death

Do nothing so as to denigrate human being
No parents may ask for lovely child and sing
If bird was to be left alone on road
What on earth can be considered as load?

With weak wings you are downed
With all abuses and finally stoned
Shunted from door to door
You had never been such a poor

Think of that kind of poverty
That may wait for them from almighty
Feel not any kind of remorse or pity
Old age is not at all curse but fine departing beauty

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Unportunate One

How many on this earth may be unfortunate?
Who have nothing of their own to relate?
Not even God to ask for mercy and reprieve
As they had been left behind and deprived

Whom do they blame and curse?
No one but self of course
It is naturally not of their doing
But they may be subjected for something

Yet almighty is not negligent
So many flowers and good wishes to be sent
From all of those who wish them success
And grant them audience with full access

Reaching out to those kind hearts
Who care for their welfare and good start?
They are really blessed and cared
Else no one would have come near and dared

They could have been tortured
Met untimely death before being matured
Personal abuses apart from bodily harm
Always to be blown away by heavy storm

Think and do nothing for their plight
Express sorrow with lip services when they are in sight
This will emanate some kind gesture
To help shine their bright future

All these efforts may not go in vain
They will required some help to train
All human beings can think a little
It will help them honorably to settle

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Mothers always

Mothers always support their children
Don't leave them alone in critical times even
Whatever the case may be
She will make the children to feel free

After attaining comfortable position
We relate incidence with nice composition
It is nice to admit sweet memory
When she is no more with us to feel sorry

As the cycle changes, we move on
From childhood to adulthood we have smoothly gone
There we act differently and behave
Forget about her part as if didn't have

But childhood memory may never fade
As mother never considered this as trade
It was natural bonding and love
She always comforts us when we go to her

Females generally in any form stand with respect
They are caring and kind when time comes to act
It may be natural inheritance for the girl in fact
Where as males behave differently and strongly react

God has given them kind heart
They always remain as inseparable part
Till death they won't leave us for a moment
She has nothing to feel bad about us or resent

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Dark Ages

I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once

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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!

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Crossing The Bridge

SHAGGS 2 DOPE (INTRO): Dearest Almighty Creator...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ive lived on hell of a life, if your to take it tonight, Ive lived the life of a king, but so muck to darken the light/Looking 360 degrees, two hundred thousand disease, how can I lay back and chill, so many down on their knees/But then again who am I, Im just some typical guy, I aint no in hero, I just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ill never question the book, but lets say I lived by the book, I never ate meat on Tuesdays, how much bigger would my wings look?/I try to pray everyday, but sometimes get lost on the way, I seen the holiest spirit, so muck to miss lead the way/I gave the visions I got, I been told Im gonna rot, inside the devils intestines, Im still here holding my spot, Ive just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
BREAK DOWN: COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!

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William House and Family

Come all kind friends, both far and near,
Come listen to me and you shall hear --
It's of a family and their fate,
All about them I will relate.

They once did live at Edgerton,
They once did live at Muskegon,
From there they went to Chicago,
Which proved their fatal overthrow.

It was William House's family,
As fine a family as you see --
His family was eleven in all,
I do not think it was very small.

Two children died some years ago,
Before they went to Chicago,
Five children there he had with him,
When death his home there enters in.

The small-pox then was raging there,
And Oh! it would not their house spare,
For all but one was sick of them,
A dreadful house it must have been.

The eldest girl was married then,
The eldest boy was in Michigan,
The second boy he was at home,
And took care of them all alone.

His father and his mother dear,
And dear sister, too, I hear,
Were very sick and in his care,
And no kind friends to help him there:

Two little brothers, and a baby too,
Made six in all -- what could he do,
He had to take care of them all,
The baby, too, was very small.

As he would go to his father's bed,
And try to soothe his aching head,
"My son, I pray you leave me, do
Go take care of poor mother, too."

"Your mother and sister need your care,
And your little infant brother there;
Oh! Charlie, Charlie, take care of them,
My son, do all for them you can."

It seemed as though he did not know
That his poor soul so soon must go,
And leave his little ones he loved,
To go to that bright world above.

But God he called his soul away,
It had to leave, it could not stay --
He never more on earth will be,
His soul is from sin and sorrow free.

Charles helped the sexton, I am told,
To lay his form in the coffin cold --
How sad, how sad, poor soul was he,
When last his father's form did see.

Minnie May House she had to go,
And leave her friends that loved her so --
She was a girl in her teens,
A lovely flower as e'er was seen.

Minnie and her mother lay on one bed,
And when Charles said, "our Minnie is dead,"
His mother then she did grow wild,
And early after knew her child.

They buried Minnie by her father's side,
And left them there where they had died --
Charles took his mother and brothers then
And brought them back to Michigan.

For the mother and the baby too,
Kind friends did all that they could do,
But those poor souls they could not save,
For now they're sleeping in their grave.

Oh! what a noble son was he,
His age was then only sixteen --
Charles House's name I have told before
God bless his soul forever more.

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Pro-life…

I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.

And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.

I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.

I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.

But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!

What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife

If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!

The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small

Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.

I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.

Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.

Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.

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Simple Race

In morning and in evening I pray
Earnestly fall to his feet to show the way
If at all I am doing anything wrong
Virtually with tears and in religious songs

It is the only way to feel guilty
As we are called children of almighty
We are made by him from simple clay
He is the only one to show us with comfortable stay

We are human being and may err
It is neither folly on our part nor error
But a gamble that every individual takes
In quest for obtaining sweet cake

Sin or no sin yet it is great load
Some of the secrets are not to be sold
They are confessed before almighty
With pure heart to regret and feel sorry

He is there with kind heart
To forgive all our sins for new start
We got to assure him of good conduct
This is known to all with simple fact

I shall stay wherever I am
Nothing should bother me or them
He is merciful and our savior
No one is superior or no one is inferior

Let us live as single entity
Prove your worth with nobility
No one takes you for granted
You lead the life as you wanted

Curse or no curse it is your concern
But forget soon when tides turn
Go before him and confess
Life is to be moved on as simple race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Mothers Life

Born into poverty, abandoned very young
No mother or lullabies to be sung
Left all alone, her the oldest of three
Boards nailed on the windows so they couldn't see

She would write on the wall, one mark each day
So she would know how long they'd been away
Dad said to her, mom is really sick
Got to get her to the hospital, need to go real quick

Take care of the kids till we get back
Not a light in the place, all was black
Barely any food for them all to eat
The room so drafty, there was no heat

One day when she had fourteen marks on the wall
She heard a man shout out a call
He told the others, I hear crying inside
Pulled the boards of the door, while they tried to hide

He told the others, these children need food and clothes
He sure glad he heard them before the building was bulldozed
He called child welfare, and ladies came out
They took these poor children without a doubt

They took these children to different foster parents
Their neglect and and poverty was quite apparent
Their parents never returned to get them back
But at least they weren't still living in that old shack

They all were adopted to different places
Never to hold or see each others faces
Helen was the oldest, the one who had cared for them
Haunted for life, from the memories that stem

I know this story oh so well
Because of the past her whole life was hell
I was her daughter, till she passed away
It effected my life too, I was others prey

She didn't know how to be a mother
All we three, her children had was one another
So I suffer the curse of loneliness and depression
I've been loved and another's possession

I've been abused, the pain goes deep
What other have sewn is what I've reaped

By Dogs4donna

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Little Born

I rememebred my little born
It has left me shocked and torn
He is no more in this lovely world
He breathed for a while and left us in cold

I remembered how my parent had felt
When someone had died in the family left
It was leaving behind great shock and despair
A vaccume never to be filed or a loss repaired

Today I am head of the family and responsible person
I will never go sad without any reason
Small problems will not bother me at all
I shall deal it as and when they make call

If someone takes birth in family, it is different joy
We have lot more to celebrate and enjoy
We may plan who new born is to be treated
But more important is how far we are happy and elated

It is not in our hand to avoid the natural mishaps
It may be some kind of accident or early death
It causes concern and deep grief
Even though we may try to over come to get relief

What drives me desperately to go little wild?
Why almighty is not little kind?
Why new born must be taken away immediately upon birth?
Why is it so essential to pronounce him with death?

There may be ideal place for soul to rest
It is somewhat considered as best
No one comes there to disturb
It is nice, essential and superb

It makes me to think about futility
It is one kind of deterrence but to reach divinity
That is nice gift almighty has arranged
We are all to be aware of it and reconciled

My grief is over the loss of child
But desperation driving me wild
It becomes unbearable when new born is not even taking a breath
The baby is snatched away cruelly by the death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Finally

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner
Just like the books you read
Youll hear it on your radio scanner
Its not so much what you know
Or who you know thats coming
Its what you do regardless
Its what you do... eventually
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Ive seen them running, down and out
Never mind the good intentions
A dreamer with a reason to live
Is as clear as his next invention
You take a second look to find
A second chance at giving
The voices say do not despair
Theres a real good reason youre living
I could feel the earth moving
I could see sky falling
We can chase the storm
We can sing the rain
Walk the final distance
Live this life again
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test telling me to let go
I can feel the earth moving (I can sing the rain)
I can feel the rain coming (live this life again)
I can feel the storm
I can sing the rain
I can free my heart
Live this life again
You can choose to stand
You can choose to fall
You can see the rain
You can have it all
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving

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Finally

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Childless Individual

It is difficult to lead life as childless individual
There is nothing as such that you can’t treat it as casual
Yet there is need for it and felt severely sometimes
You are cursed and criticized sometimes as if have committed crimes

Majority of the people still think it as curse
Life is meaningless, hollow and nothing else
We are here on earth to produce the children
Die or depart from the face of earth when comes turn

Even if that point is disregarded for a moment
Still there remains vacuum to be filled and resent
After all children are means to lead life for future
Stay here, make it comfortable and assure

Some of the features are performed as a routine
Life will have to be made colorful and fine
If garden is not looked after well and taken care
It may bear deserted look and simply look bare

Garden is called only when there are beautiful flowers
With beautiful appearance and fragrance after rainy showers
Like wise we go on with our mission after birth on beautiful earth
Stay aligned with soil and confronts the problems till the death

If things were to move on with calibrated scale
It would have surely stagnated and gone stale
Life would have been like artificial flowers
Without smell with good look sans odors

Child is considered to be massager from the almighty
It brings heavenly message with fortune to make us happy
Life is booming with great aspirations and enthusiasm
Gives new lease of life to show some worth and contribute to humanism

If it was simply a life and death cycle
It would have lost charm and remained as bubble
Yet it has some aim and compulsion
Life is led with some firmness and confusion

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A Tribute to Our Beloved Mom, ‘STELLA’

(On The Occasion of her Sad Demise …)

Our mom is not alive anymore, oh!
She’s gone to be with God forever, so;
She had a sudden exit from the earth;
Nevertheless, it was a peaceful, death.

Last time I met her, she looked quite healthy;
She was already aged more than ninety;
Her talk and attitude had us impressed;
But in her heart of hearts, she was distressed.

She’d thought, her time had come to say ‘Good-bye’;
She lived as if she was ready to die;
She had prepared for this for quite a while;
She lived in fear of God but fearless style.

Her life was exemplary from the start;
She loved to live but knew she must depart;
She lived a simple life through sheer God’s will;
She kept her cool and wasn’t seriously ill.

We thank Thee God for taking her away!
We thank Thee for keeping her till this day;
To us, she looked so great, almost a Fay;
Her love, we children can never repay!

She looked after herself until the last;
She knew the present, future and the past;
She lived in high spirits, never downcast;
She walked and wrote and spoke so very fast.

We wondered if she was a living saint!
She was a workaholic all her life;
She was so smart in everything she did;
She kept her sanity until the end.

All children loved her very much by heart;
A tower of strength and good advice, she stayed;
She kept so calm in face of trying times;
She prayed the Holy rosary always!

She was the link to all our relatives;
She was beloved in all family circles;
She worked from dawn till dusk, until mid-night;
She was up in the morning ’fore the rest.

Oh, what a fine mother and wife, she was!
Oh, what a nice grand-mother, sibling too!
She was some kind of living library;
She consoled anyone who sought her aid.

Her will-power surprised us very much;
Her words of kindness had a magic touch;
She spoke effortlessly and heard our woes;
She loved all friends, strangers and even foes!

We feel so happy; yet, we want to cry!
We feel so sad but ecstatic as well;
We know our mother no more lives with us;
The loss is irreparable and true!

She left the world on Tuesday, St.Antony’s day!
That was the name of dad, her husband too;
She was so brave until the very last;
Today the earth’s star ‘Stella’ is heavened!

She was a lamp so bright atop life’s hill;
She lived by Word of God and by God’s will;
She served as example to all around;
Her life was founded upon holy ground!

She loved to serve the Almighty always;
She loved her children, husband, all her days;
Her love for God was firm and steadfast too;
For sake of God, her duties, she would do!

She’ll guide her children from her newer place;
In death, she wore a holy, smiling face;
She’s now a blessing for the human race;
Amongst women, she showed she was an ‘ace’!

Fondly dedicated to (late) Mrs. Stella Antoniswamy, CBE
By all her children, grand-children and their spouses

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Well After Death

Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist

It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight

Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles

Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood

Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell

Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene

We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise

Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Only True Friend of All

Is there a friend on earth dependable?
Is there someone on whom you could well count?
Is there a soul with whom you share your woes?
Is there a creature upon earth like you?

Show me a friend who keeps your secrets all?
Show me someone who’ll feel proud with your feats?
Show me a soul consoling, comforting?
Show me a person showing gratitude?

Even your parents are not ideal friends;
Even your siblings are not trustworthy;
Even your spouse is not the best person;
Even your children don’t love you enough!

Who is the only friend of all on earth?
Who will not forsake you, nor abandon?
Who gave you love without pre-conditions?
Who called you by your name while still in womb?

Who watches you with eyes of great concern?
Who protects you from dangers known / unknown?
Who cares for you when you are old and weak?
Who dares the devils touch your body, soul?

God is the only Friend dependable;
God is the only Friend who stays all life;
God is the only Friend who timely helps;
God is the only Friend of all on earth!

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Poor Children

They are the future of humanity
But many of them living in poverty
And without shelter homeless on the street
Searching through rubbish bins for scraps of food to eat.

Poor children are victims of circumstance
In life they never really get a chance
Or have opportunities as privileged children do
The road from the poor suburb to prison leads them to.

From broken homes they are condemned to fail
Their abusive and drug addicted parents serving time in jail
Their parents too homeless in their teen years
On no hope street no laugther only tears.

The Government does not care about those who live in poverty
No political advantage in philanthropy do they see
Their tally men for them have taken note
That few in the poor suburb ever bother for to vote.

Poor children without homes and sleeping rough
And life for them already hard enough
At the wrong end of the social divide
Any chance of a good future to them is denied.

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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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Ask Any Mother

No man would hesitate to lay down live?
If he really thinks of motherland and believes
What else can be holier than earth?
Everything else can be secondary even the death

Ask any mother of what she thinks of holy land?
Would she ever stop her sons from going on field by hand?
Will she hold them back for the sake of her own safety?
She will not as she has been considered as holy and equal to deity

What else she will do and witness?
How many more deaths to see and face?
What her inner soul may react?
These are all unanswered questions and acts

War does not spare any one
The territory is annexed and amnesty to none
Daughters, sisters and mothers raped for no reason
No sensible human being may like it as reasonable person

What is to follow later on the scene?
The plight, misery and poverty totally unseen
How many years it may take to reconstruct?
Where as it may take only seconds to destruct

You ask any mother for her comment
She may not utter a word but only lament
How can she prefer to be pregnant again?
When she has to accept total loss as gain

Even though sacrificed children for noble cause
There may be vacuum in life with little pause
Who will come in night and wipe the tears?
She has to spent sleepless nights and bear

That is how we rate the mother
Who can compete with her?
Let all deities come on earth and perform
The role played buy mother in any form

I would salute to mother first
The pray to God last
Even almighty owe their place in her womb
We all do a curse on her by destroying her dreams with bombs

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I silently hear

It gives me lots of pain when I silently hear
A hidden and curbed voice from distance to bear
It reminds me of a soul that wanted to come on earth
But I didn’t allow it and for the burden sake offered death

How come parent does it with so much known cruelty?
Is it not shame or blot in the present day to feel pity?
It goes on without any brake and demonstrates the brutality
I am known social activist still performed by expressing inability

Girl child are still not preferred in large section
Dowry and other aspects are leading to such actions
Parents love their arrival but express dismay and displeasure
They think it is curse and may bleak the future

So many nights I spent it with unrest
I went blindly for the abortion after conducting the tests
Thank God I was helped by my near friends
I could find to my utter dismay that it was nearly an end

It was almost committing a murder of innocent child
How could a person can think of and go such wild?
How can that new arrival be done to death?
He or she had not even breathed on beautiful earth

It was beautiful child and we really wanted
It was not going to be as were often taunted
But we had no patience and courage to face
We were simply lost on the way and went out of race

One more crime was committed much to our displeasure
How that could be termed as curse or bad future?
What was to happen if she had come on this earth as flower?
We could show much of our love as rainy shower

Today when I lie down in my bed
I am gripped by sadness and feel very bad
When almighty is there to take care of born and dead
How are we going to justify our action and lead?

Let us not perform such act in any situation
Let them come on earth without any question
Let it be in planned manner but with safety
Will then there be real respect and love for almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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