Old age syndrome
Old Age feeling is considered to be brittle
It will break if done damage even little
So much honor and respect comes in the way
Special position in home but reality is far from away
In case of early demise of spouse
The ghost seems to be available in house
When no one is present in day time
It pinches heart and reminds a lot sometimes
Whole life comes to stand still
Right from active age to peaceful drill
Little walk in morning and conclusion with evening prayers
No one is ready to give enough times or act as sooth Sayers
Even though no disrespect is shown
Loneliness is eating up and made known
Family members may be active with their occupation
Yet some warmth may be missing in relation
I have no complaints as to what they think
We both give serious though and sometimes sink
How best we can utilize our lone years?
Where there is likelihood of many fears
Not that final day will be met with bitter experience
But we will be left alone in nobody’s presence
Those worry still hunt the fragile mind
We have yet to explore all steps and find
If you carefully analyze about the old age
It is free time without any responsibility in cage
All the obligations are over and children made independent
There are happy days with members present
Love and affection is treasure in store
Only to find the ways out and means to explore
Nothing is to be done to invite criticism at this age
It needs to be skillfully thought over and managed
With both the souls(we) respectfully rested
So much is at stake and hopefully invested
Nothing more is to be opened or watch the move
Life is to be spent with joy and what else is needed to prove
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Don't get caught
Don’t get caught for being old
As you won’t catch any more gold
You are simply written off and sold
But you are kept in dark and not to be told
Everybody behaved in decent way
So long I was glorious with the day
So nicely placed with dignity in job
Till the arrival of final day to rob
It landed me in trouble
I just realized that life is like bubble
The relation is purely selfish and centered
The greetings and respect is only then offered
I had no time to look at my appearance
I was so much occupied with all at once
I did all I could do for their welfare
I found home as safe place and to go no where
I used to take pride in having decent family
Life was spent nicely and happily
I had no reason to take on any thought and worry
I had no slightest idea that I had to feel later on sorry
The wrinkles has surfaced on my face
It is indication that I am out of race
Some years later there won’t be left any trace
I still have to survive till that time in any case
I could not recognize myself in mirror
It represented fear and terror
It was not me at all and looked different
The age had taken me over and looked apparent
I complained many times of bad digestion
They convinced me it can be good congestion
I forgot to remember that I had almost lost the teeth
I had no one as guard in mouth to accompany with
I had no strength to ask relatives
They may laugh at me and add more adjectives
I was disillusioned with sudden age
As if the lion was caught and put in cage
I could not dare to scold any one
I feared it may be heeded by none
Still I have sense of responsibility with humor
But I won’t do it at the cost of self honor
It is nature’s cycle and may be repeated
No one should feel bad about or being cheated
Some of the events may stand totally unrelated
But they are evenly exposed and narrated
It is not that you have lost all the shines
Members may still respect you and prefer to dine
They will share their routine in the evening with you
It may enlighten you for all those years passed through
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An end to activities
Day is full of hectic activities and come to an end
Tile to pack up in time and feelers are sent
You are taken off the mind for the moment
Homeward journey with lot of hopes and movements
Remembering all advices given before leaving home
Not to miss a single call especially coming from
No energy is left in body still fell fresh and energetic
Feet move in one direction without being pulled from magnet
It is real home coming with no worries or tension
Days work left in office and not to find any mention
It is real test to hide it in most sober and diplomatic way
Wife too may not notice while serving water in tray
Evening brings special message of making another move
All the fears and anxieties are left behind or removed
The mild wind may blow from all the directions
It is time to get fresh and prepare for love actions
It may be good move by nature to offer timely rest
Human beings may not prefer any break for the test
They may go on working endlessly and achieve the best
Still all creatures prefer to come back to their nest
It is quite logical to be with dear ones and relatives
They are most desirable members and remain active
You are looked after well and supported in the initiatives
Your status and maturity will be appreciated by the native
When you extend your feet in relaxation mood?
It may add to and open up your appetite for nice food
Natural it had to be delicious and quite tasteful
Whole day work may look very nice and purposeful
It is pause period between active and inactive duration
You may be struggling with lot many questions
This may provide golden opportunity to prepare and brace
When you are in office next day you are fully prepared to face
Pleasant and cool evenings are thought ground to explore
It may divert your attention to seek new and more
It may add up to your energy for full conservation
You may be able to think positive with simple observation
Let evenings be not spoiled by hasty actions or lot of worries
Leave behind everything get rid of them by saying sorry
It may certainly create new space for carrying good proposals
You may find yourself in comfortable position for disposals
It is nice to be at home in joyous and happy environment
It may look natural if they remain peaceful without any comments
It has to be congenial at any point of given time
You may think of nice morning with bright sunshine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Her Face
I could see some anxieties on her face
They were clearly visible with wrinkles
She tried not to hide but definitely revealed
Those days were painful for her and in fact real
I am from the third generation
Very strong relation indeed with solid foundation
She was happy to see all members including grand children
Nice stage to feel but worries were apparently seen
I visited her whenever came on short vacation
She expressed her attachment with kind relation
She will probe in to my eyes with satisfaction
As her life was full of struggle and indignation
She had some kind of reservation and resentment
The behavior of family members was an embarrassment
She was sore at the treatment meted out
After all she had done enough and was not to be talked about
Somehow was drawn towards her and liked
In little of idle time her memory may invade and strike
She was full of love and evenly gave it to all
But I was favorite and responded to all her calls
Other family members too were obedient and courteous
But she was feeling irritation and became often outrageous
She wanted often full attention and enough of care
They were ready in fact but scared of her temperament and did not dare
I am of the opinion that all grandmas are attached more
Children also love and show courtesy therefore
She might be getting full joy when find among children
In a stage where such period is called sultry and barren
Even thought I too have attained full parenthood
Her feelings and resentment is clearly understood
I will sit by her bed side and comfort with sentiments
She too may respond with grateful eyes and comment
I know how difficult it is to observe and feel loneliness
When you are passing secluded life with troubled phase
I felt warmth of her gesture and deeply breathed
She was everything to me as from the beginning I had watched
Not all people may be lucky enough to have grandma at home
She is always there for us to console and welcome
How greatly children feel when chased hotly by parents?
Take refuge behind her back and silently wait
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A happy accident
A happy accident
Alone. Alone always alone
The warmth of love I’d never known.
Conceived upon a one night stand
and then abandoned out of hand.
Nobody ever wanted me.
It seemed I was condemned to be
unloved unwanted and alone
My heart grew cold and turned to stone.
I could not love, no one showed me
affection: I could not see
that to receive I had to give.
And so I lived in misery.
I grew up in an orphanage
until I had attained the age.
When they considered I should be.
Grown up enough to be set free.
Not their responsibility
and that is how I came to be.
A dweller in bed sitter land.
Nobody seemed to understand.
Just how lonely life can be
I knew that no one cared for me.
I thought that no one ever would
nor could I see why they should.
Until one day I found a friend
my loneliness was at an end.
She was an orphan just like me
and had endured the misery.
Of feeling that she was alone
unwanted too by anyone.
I needed her she needed me
We learned together we could be.
Good friends who earned each others trust
and very slowly to adjust.
Adopt a different point of view
and realise it was not true.
That we were not unlovable
and that we were quite capable
of giving and receiving love
A treasure which we rate above.
All of the trapping of success
To suffer no more loneliness
To love and be loved in return
A lesson that we had to learn.
Which banished all our misery.
Now we are married happily.
And have two children of our own
Deep love has from a friendship grown.
11-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A bye gone is bye gone
I was taken back by many years
They were nice moments of yesteryears
They just emerged before eyes as live show
They made fine imprint with bright glow
I used to be notorious and funny too
I was loved by all that was also equally true
It was very nice to feel among members
It was nice to have spent time and remember
Bye gone is bye gone and has no relevance today
We must keep them before eyes and sincerely pray
We must thank almighty for showing us correct way
We wouldn’t have been comfortable in present day
It flashed in my mind to show how it could have been different?
The things were not going smooth as they looked apparent
It needed a final push with lots of enthusiasm
I could do it with confidence and showing much of optimism
Things turn out to be against us as we make steady progress
It makes strong and bring in position to express
I guessed it was right time for me to grab opportunity and excel
Everything was turning in favor and going very smooth and well
I might have erred in taking the proper judgment or decision
It may not have been perfect or near to the precision
I was confident and so sure of its implementation
I had strong urge for not falling in any temptation
I did what all I could do to carve out my own world
I had pulse of warm feeling and relation never developed cold
It was definitely promise of gentleman that worked perfectly
The tide too was in favor and everything moved smoothly and correctly
It may be of no use if we lament for past and repeat same in present
They are good memories but have no place hence must be kept absent
If we are overwhelmed and carried away by the past experience
It may not only aggravate the situation but trouble us with it s presence
The past memoirs must be kept in dark or back burner
It must work for us as guiding path and as eye opener
We have to learn form the past and go ahead with new out look
The letters and spirit should not be confined to only books
They are rich treasure for us to remember in leisure moments
It need not show any precedence or invite comments
It has to be stored in mind as bye gone years with joy
Every present moment has to be lived with and enjoyed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Remarried
When I married, I have dreams
When I married, I have trust
When I married, I have hope
When I married, I have life
When I married, I have love
When I married, I have respect
When I married, I have honor
When I divorced, all are gone
By leaving me in hell
Until I am divorced
I don’t know the value of marriage
Now life is broken glass
Spread the pieces across the road
Nobody wants to step on it
Trying to fix the feelings
But they are always going back to the time
It is the pain between present and past
Struggling to move to future
Divorce is the evil
It killed my glorious memories
Stuck up in the present and
Stumbling into future
Whom to blame in this game
This is the game of blames
This is the game of failure
This the game no one wins
Don’t try to play it for fun
It is difficult to accept the defeat
I learnt about forgiveness
Now there is no one left to forgive
Forgiving my self for all my faults
I want the love
I want the hope
I want the respect
I want the honor
These are the things
No one gives freely
We need to give it first
Definitely it will come back fast
The more you give
The more you get
How can I marry again?
If you lost a leg
You can walk with artificial leg
If you lost sight
You can see with glasses
But if you lost your heart
It is difficult to marry again.
Marriage and divorce
How many times we can enter this loop
The more you play
The heart becomes more brittle
Life becomes sick
Difficult to feel
The feeling of decisiveness
No fun in counting
After completion of game
Who cheated whom?
How many times?
It is better to play Marriage game
When we play continuous,
We have opportunity to improve ourselves
Don’t stop the game in between
To count your mistakes
As long as you play there are no winners
The moment you stop, both are losers
Marriage is a game, which never ends
I love my spouse
Whom I left once
If I am not loving,
Why am I thinking?
We are planning to start
The marriage game once again
Divorce is a quarrel
Settled by God as referee
This time we decided
Not to stop it until we die.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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A special one
What she has as so much special?
Always happy with joy very real
Nothing to accept in nature as racial
No displeasure at all to conceal
This is how I rated my special woman
She was very much loved by me as man
What did she expect from me in turn?
Was it not important for me to return?
Well in this regard less said is better
It is not at all controversial matter
It has been settled and considered as sacred norm
Both may stay together and wither the storm
She has the duty of taking family as further
It can be adding of new members’ altogether
She has special position in family as good wife
Time can be passed easily in life
She may remain faithful all the way
She has her way and all attention to pay
It may be demeaning if we fail to recognize
All her contribution stands good in our eyes
The world might have gone other way round
If we had not the way legitimately found
Nuptial knot is such glaring example of relation
It is nice way of finding the elevation
Everybody has some special role to play
No one can drag the feet and go away
It has some obligations and restrictions
The life story an not be equated with fictions
The wife stands on top of the ladder
We pounce upon her and act as invader
She is not the medium for only lust
We got to pay enough respect and it is must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Position
I can’t move away from my stated position
Though it may be temporary or period of transition
There may arise many more questions
Not to discuss at all or make any mention
How to cope and face the challenges?
How to stand fast and simply manage?
It is no easy task and considered state of art
One may be facing dark but tries to look smart
It is the way to lessen the worry
Nothing can be solved out of hurry
Sometimes you may feel only sorry
Burden and frustration only to carry
Everybody is facing delicate situation in life
Hasty action needed when situation is not rife
All calculations may prove wrong and invite trouble
Calm water may be disturbed with lot of bubbles
Weak may develop cold feet and loose the patience
Winning game may go out of hand in presence
Nothing could be done to retrieve the position
Only strong will power may needed for imposition
What else can be done to avert the show down?
Why can’t we present the smiling face devoid of frown?
It is good to be in complete control of mind
We may be able to think fresh and able to find
Life is full of ups and downs with no solution in sight
Some may go wrong even if seemed very right
We may loose hope and think of bad consequence
Drawing some conclusions with right inferences
It is state of mind that makes us to feel bad or good
Only alert mind can take you out of the wood
How to over come out of it is anybody’s guess
One must be ready with open mind to confess
You may emerge strong as ever before
You will realize what you were trying for?
It will give proof of your stable mind
Ability to come out of it with new ways to find
Never to let your mind to any one else
Let others guess and remain ever tense
This will give you enough room to maneuver
Defuse the crisis and successfully come over
I wish I could adopt the simple theory
Refresh the mind with fresh memory
Easy to find the solutions with open mind
Show always good composure and behavior kind
This is how we overcome and act
No action in haste or simply react
It will complicate the real issue
You may fail to get what is really due
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sisters of Faith
Sally portrayed a flying nun
Hollywood made a joke of her
Sisters of faith, restore hearts
The place where no one depleting soul
speaks of her
Discipline, comes to children who accept it
I for one have no regrets
From my young mans days
You earned my respect
Helped change my wicked ways
Many hours
Endless prayers
If cakes were made with souls
You've made them with many layers
For evil doers and ney sayers
Righteousness and hope from sisters of faith
Still give children a chance
To feel spirits soar, they look to the sky
Until life on earths final dance
death comes
no more
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Past - Present Day - Future.
Baby - Past
You are smallest & the most cutest baby in the world.
You are fragile, perfect than you could ever imagine.
You are now independent by taking your first steps.
You are growing, speaking, walking & talking.
Child - Past
You start school, you are shy.
You make friends.
You share with your friends.
You have your first sleepover with your friends.
Teenager - Present
You start High School/Secondary School.
You lose old friends and gain new friends.
You go though change.
You move house.
You learn to drive.
You own a car.
You become sexually active.
You have your first girlfriend.
You have your first break up.
You have your first drink.
You have your first cigarette.
Adult Hood - Future.
You move out and become independent.
You have a job.
You settle down.
You travel the world.
You become successful.
You teach your children how you were tout by your own parents.
You have to let go of your children and let them go though life just like I have described in the poem.
Retirement - Future.
You grow old with your partner.
You become old and weak.
You have your children family member by your side.
You finale leave this earth and see heaven for what it really is.
Because who know what happened's after death you could live this over and over again.
poem by Billy AstonWright
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I Wish To Put A Discordant Note It May Not Find The Favorable Node Yet It Is Fact And Can't Be Ignored You May Dream Nicely But Not Allowed To Be Snored No One Can Be On Fire With
I wish to put a discordant note
It may not find the favorable node
Yet it is fact and can't be ignored
You may dream nicely but not allowed to be snored
No one can be on fire with creation
It is special bond with relation
Some of the women may only be lucky
Rest of them are still can be called unlucky
She is not as free as has been imagined
Lots of things are compromised and bargained
Where is she today with freedom in all spheres of life?
No safe passage, attack on modesty, and torture as wife?
Something more is needed to cheer up
Lots of awakening with active participation must be geared up
Then one may see the bright future at the tend of tunnel
There are various ways and means for females
Of course participation from all walks of life is must
Mutual respect and confidence along with the trust
I shall go by the respect alone shown to the women
They may be able to care by themselves from the men
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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She
I wish to put a discordant note
It may not find the favorable node
Yet it is fact and can't be ignored
You may dream nicely but not allowed to be snored
No one can be on fire with creation
It is special bond with relation
Some of the women may only be lucky
Rest of them are still can be called unlucky
She is not as free as has been imagined
Lots of things are compromised and bargained
Where is she today with freedom in all spheres of life?
No safe passage, attack on modesty, and torture as wife?
Something more is needed to cheer up
Lots of awakening with active participation must be geared up
Then one may see the bright future at the tend of tunnel
There are various ways and means for females
Of course participation from all walks of life is must
Mutual respect and confidence along with the trust
I shall go by the respect alone shown to the women
They may be able to care by themselves from the men
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Gets To Know
One gets to know by staying together
That attachment grows soon to know better
It is love and affection that draws us closer
We get to know when time for leaving comes closer
Even pets understand the language
They know where to polish and manage
They will show all kinds of affection
Wait for final gift with action
Small kids fall very easily
They wait for sweet and feel happily
Love and affection draws more attention
Even that keeps in pushing very far the tension
Take shelter of unknown area and explore
You may be drawn towards more and more
That unexplained love may reach to your heart
Such feeling is not deception or any kind of an art
It is all that kind of things we desperately need
You might have been cheated in life or tricked
But somewhere you need solace and peace in mind
Such areas do exist and you can easily find
You sit calmly under tree shed
Your mind may feel relieved and easily read
What all was needed and where did we fail?
What was all important for ship to sail?
We are all prone to some drawbacks
We may err even though nothing may be at stake
You may find bitter taste even with the cake
Every individual may seem to be selfish and fake
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Change has come indeed, but it is becoming increasingly difficult
The changes we were looking for
Have indeed come
But with a bigger bang
And bitter challenges like
Economy
Education
Healthcare
Hou sing and what not
Any amount of helping
The industries and others
Seems to be not capable of
Fetching the results
We would like to see
There is no point
Looking for changes outside
Now we need to change within
Oh, fellow countrymen
We need to come together
Share the resources
And that is only way
To combat the challenges
Already existing and
In the making
If you love your country
And if you want that back
On the original track of
Growth, Development and Opportunities
Try to understand this
And put the same into practice
If you visualise your nation
As a mansion
Its strength depends on the
Quality of the bricks
You used in building the same
The bricks of a nation
Are nothing but the families
It is holding
Family is a small organisational system
Comprising blood related individuals
And the quality of the family
Is the bonding between members of the family
And their quality and value systems
If you want to do any good to the country
You need to improve the bonding
Within your family and
The quality of family members
Any attempt in this direction
Will bring all members
Of your family together
And this will make
You understand the strengths
And weaknesses of
Every one of you
Your determination to be
Together will make you
Share the resources
Which will make you
Understand your
New strengths and hidden potentials
Your being together bonded
Is of a great help to the nation
As your resouces' consumption
Will drastically come down
You will not be needing
That many houses
As your house-occupancy
Will be far far better
Your energy bills
Will be only a portion
Of your present bills
You may not be needing
That many cars
I know, it will be difficult
To get into this mode of thinking
As all these years
You have been free
And enjoying privacy
This suggestion will
Definitely rob you off some of the
Freedom and privacy
But when your very
Survival and existence
Is under threat
I am sure you will not mind
Compromising
And again you will understand
That freedom does not mean carefree
Real freedom means 'carefully free'
Privacy is more like give and take
If you do not damage other's privacy
Your privacy is assured
Give a chance to your family bond
Face the challenges effectively
And help your nation succeed
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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To remain close
It is not essential for person to remain closer
This has remained puzzle and direct poser
You may not know a person even if with proximity
It will be your great wisdom and sheer ability
What you try to know of a person?
It will be linked to various reasons
If you have love and affection
You will be very watchful in your action
You have definite angle in mind
You may not try for any other angle to find
You have little anxiety about person’s character
You have fixed all your attention on one factor
I was such person who has not claimed closeness
Yet find his company so enterprising with firmness
He is there at any time with you to take side
There is apparently no link to enlarge or wide
It may give immense love and protection
If you are always ready for action
This will prove you self to be good friend
But will not close the link with abrupt end
This is what generally happens in sweet relation
When more than two people have same indication
It is difficult to go close and maintain liaison
Even though you have right and every reason
If you can watch it from distance
You must show courage and presence
It will prove at right time and place
As you have withdrawn from active race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother & Father (Peter's Re-Invention Mix)
There was a time I was happy in my life
There was a time I believed I'd live forever
There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ
There was a time I had a mother
It was nice
Nobody else would ever take the place of you
Nobody else could do the things that you could do
No one else I guess could hurt me like you did
I didn't understand, I was just a kid
[Bridge:]
Oh mother, why aren't you here with me
No one else saw the things that you could see
I'm trying hard to dry my tears
Yes father, you know I'm not so free
[Chorus:]
I've got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I've got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
I've got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I've got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
There was a time I was happy in my life
There was a time I believed I'd live forever
There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ
There was a time I had a mother
It was nice
[bridge]
[chorus]
My mother died when I was five
And all I did was sit and cry
I cried and cried and cried all day
Until the neighbors went away
They couldn't take my loneliness
I couldn't take their phoniness
My father had to go to work
I used to think he was a jerk
I didn't know his heart was broken
And not another word was spoken
He became a shadow of
The father I was dreaming of
I made a vow that I would never need
Another person ever
Turned my heart into a cage
A victim of a kind of rage
I gotta give it up
[repeat twice]
[chorus]
Find someone that I can care for
Find someone that I can care for
I've got to give it up
[repeat five times]
I've got to let it go
I've got to give it up
Oh mother, oh father
I've got to give it up
I gotta give it up
[repeat six times]
song performed by by Madonna
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Choice of Life Time
Yes it can be called choice of life time
Anybody can go wrong anytime
Yet the bridge of love must remain intact
Peaceful drive in life boat is reality and fact
Where do we land if that goes missing?
What will be left behind for chasing?
Life will turn dry as an arid land
We all must condemn.if any, such trend
Life is not that easy and confined to one field
The stand taken once should not be permanently held
Some times it turns out to be ugly and boring
The other partner gets sick and goes for snoring
At given point in start we may confine to particular feeling
As the time moves on, it is certainly felt killing
Some new problems pour in and you get frustration
Even though it may have nothing to do in relation
Female can be considered as sex object
But not that all the time you over react
It has got its relevance in initial years
It may grow steadily without any fears
It will be one of the ideal relationships
It will go on strengthening the companionship
There won’t be any bitterness so far is the relation concerned
Every opportunity may be explored and table turned
So let us strengthen bond and enjoy the rest
The efforts should be on to extract the best
If nothing comes out of it then must be left to luck
Something else should be taken on hand without being struck
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Worries Me!
I look back and remember those golden years
When husband used to air nice words in ears
I used to wait for him to knock the door
I was attached and waited therefore
Today I have very large family like big tree
The roots have gone deep and can make happy and free
All grandsons come near and hug with love
I hold them in arms, run after them and forcefully drive
I sink in past and tears automatically rush
There was time when I was forced to move round the bush
Make all excuses and strive hard to keep them intact
As every single coin was needed desperately in fact
I was never getting tired of life but needed more
Even though I had bare minimum but felt contended therefore
I wanted children to come up well on their own feet
Face all the difficulties and honorably meet
The life is not that easy to be sailed smoothly
Time comes when you are treated unwell and roughly
Old parents loose their charm and dominant place
They are sometimes seen as unwanted and useless
I have experienced such behavior in recent times
To advise with few words is taken as an affront and crime
Time is not far off when you will be shown the exit
The only position waited so far is to accept and greet
I am not saying something different
It looks as if reality and in no time be apparent
It eats me up with lots of worry
Time is not far off when they may come up with sorry
This is life cycle and may definitely repeat
Many may see it differently and feel the heat
Let there be blowing of different wind too
Each family may not face the same to be true
I have nothing to worry and look back
There is not much left to be and packed
It is open secret and known to all
I have always responded them with lovely call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Far beyond horizon
Far beyond horizon and above sky
Does there exist another world, if so then why? ?
Is it our weakness to fall for such silly arguments?
And justify for what we are suffering at the moment
I have seen no change in sky stars and even moon
The Sun always with bright shines in mid after noon
Decline gradually and approach the dead end
To give away the room for evening friend
Even though cool pleasure in evening for little time
It has tremendous impact for the entire gone time
Little to forget and nothing to remember
Happy union with rest of the family members
So long days are full of happiness and spent with joy
Life seems to be a place where to stay longer and enjoy
Nothing should enter for even a second to bother or annoy
It is with all astonishment to move with time as good boy
It plays havoc only when time does not move with your plan
The family members meddle in affairs to put blanket ban
Not to have cordial relations or always on with hostile mood
The meal also turns bitter with no test at all in food
This all turns into burning issues when you are in autumn
There is no to support you or desist them and condemn
They will harshly mistreat along with scant respect
The life has turned against you with this little fact
Still the night has not set in with its darkness
It will be dreaded and most feared faces
They will attack in dead late hours
You will wonder how to spend all these remaining years
I have wondered aimlessly in this cruel world
Acquired much for others but now developing cold
The earth seems to be slipping away under feet
There is no warm feeling even if I earnestly greet
They consider me now useless and not desire
All those years they remained with me and mostly admired
Suddenly there is visible change and I feel its heat
The ships are leaving one by one from the fleet
The oceans is no longer wanted in use
I feel it entirely and painfully refuse
I know it has vast treasure and fortune
It can not be exploited as all are out of tune
For me the same world is not exactly the same
The expected misfortune has struck shore and finally came
It has taught me lesson not to bank on misconception
Everything has got its time and must be awaited for interruption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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