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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With green ground
I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad
Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age
I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation
The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend
The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily
What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks
I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening
I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even
The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Joint family
Joint family culture now days not found
It was ideal and was placed very sound
It has made long full circle and round
Now it has disappeared and lost ground
Is it losing its original charm and magic?
They used to provide good humor and comic
There is no immediate solution and remedy
Family remains in tension without any comedy
The economic burden is taking heavy toll
Old people find it very difficult to stroll
Limited space and mobility makes them venerable
They feel neglected and lead the life miserable
How much trouble parents face for bringing their children?
Without kids their life seems sultry and barren
Parents still go for all out efforts to over come
All difficulties they bear with happy face and welcome
The phase is reversed with change of trend
Children grow up with so much to mend
They find it difficult to continue with old
Go for immediate change with old items to be sold
Overnights the parents have become unwanted
Their presence is not liked and unwarranted
They want to have their own world with freedom
They seemed to have run out of wisdom
It is irony of fact that we have run out of courtesy
How can we forget their efforts and majesty?
Do we confine our selves to feel only pity?
Is it the only way to face the situation or reality?
Old people are sometimes pushed to the wall
They are simply shunted from home or hall
Where to go and how to live is only concern?
They tend to forget that tomorrow will be their turn
We need to think in right prospective
Their plight should be considered as subjective
We are not inhuman or live in stage primitive
Deep concern should be made and efforts to revive
We must develop sound mechanism
It should be considered best humanism
Nothing can substitute for good gesture
They are not our past but best future
They should be considered as national heritage
Why we should neglect them because of old age?
They should have all their dues and respect
We need to pay attention and introspect
They have parted everything for our betterment
We should look after out them for good treatment
We should do it as matter of self respect and pride
It should form basis and not attempted to hide
History will not pardon us if we fail on this count
You will not be at ease and heavy pressure will mount
Nothing will go well if they are made to suffer
How can we afford joy if we have nothing to offer?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost In Childhood
Man doesn’t stop acting like child
Basically an animal but at heart very mild
Get all the excitations when see a small kid
Start feelings of an infant and try to lead
It is nice and worries free stage
All kind of thoughts pour in any age
Remain ever green and get boost at family gathering
Happiness and joy among members for sharing
So there lives small child at your heart
This one has been deliberately put by Him as part
As an age grows, person tends to become small boy
All sorts of naughtiness when look at children playing with toys
You never get matured with any kind of advancement
One may have lot more to remember and resent
Yet that stage is considered as divinely as heaven
Any one may want to be lost in dreams and driven
At slight pain we act like child and cry
We search for lonely place with emotional try
Shed tears and wipe out the eyes for the fear of being watched
Come out of it fast and very next moment another drama is launched
Youth may be spent in merry making
Joy all around and for claims staking
Search for companion and running after bride
Endless adventure with free gossips and nothing to hide
Then comes stage of most dreaded dream
Sometimes living alone with the break up in team
Children go away and leave behind pan and memory
What else to feel except loneliness and sorry!
What a joy to become horse and carry the children?
Kicks in belly and tapping on head all of sudden
Yes this one is only place when you get lost in childhood
So far life was just spent and not properly understood
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A long inning
As mother had played long inning
She breathed her last in the evening
She knew in advance about the end
It was known to us from her feelings and trend
She would not mind about anything
She won’t ask for or call for something
It was her desire to see us well off
She never wanted us to offer any bluff
She was looking at ceiling
Even though for months she was ailing
She had all kind of satisfaction
Bright eyes reflected the same indication
She was lying on the cot
Life spent on various odds to be fought
It was her life time ambition
To be with us without any condition
She did not expect a single favor
She provided us full cover
We will go near to her and touch the feet
She would affectionately look at and greet
She was active till the last day
It was her life and with full sway
She acted dominant and had complete way
We too were afraid to go away
Such glorious inning was about to end
We informed all relatives and friends
It was her desire that all should remain her bedside
She had nothing to hide or confide
She breathed heavily and lost the control
Her body remained there without soul
It was left for heavenly abode
We watched silently with heavy load
She bore same innocence but with authority
It was her secret weapon and quality
She will not mind for our being defiant
She offered full explanation and very variant
She was not in pain at all
The life had ended with her call
She lived life at full length
That was only her strength
We were her treasure
She had everything for sure
All members were brought up clean atmosphere
She had all the satisfaction to be on earth here
Father turned pale at last moment
He could not cry or offer comment
No word was offered from his for his mouth
We could clearly feel autumn wind from north to south
She stood for all those glorious years
She was all for smile and without tears
This kept us in good mood with confidence
We were let off peacefully with all incidences
Even though mother has left us for a while
She had covered long distance of miles
It was divine smile for all of our family members
The shade under banyan tree was for us to remember
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pain behind
I could see the pain behind
I can understand easily find
Those were days when I was so amazed
When your eyes brightened and blazed
I had no hope of coming near
You were so reserved and I had fear
Still you considered me very dear
Gave everything in return to bear
I look back those years
Very nice and melodious sound in ears
Your talk seemed full of inspiration
You did so much to strengthen the relation
I am not closing eyes or turn blind
I find you most lovely and very kind
I had promised full love and care
I find permanent refuge and prefer not to go anywhere
I from my heart love you deep
Promises I remember all and keep
You are always in mind and occupy
I enjoy it quietly and it really multiply
I keep my self busy and render service
I am working day and night like device
It is all for your well being and steady
Life must be on and must be ever ready
I am doyen for work and observe
I have earned the position and deserve
It is not mere gesture or symbolic
I prove it and stay as workaholic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fathers Are The Men From Sky
Fathers, the men who are like a pen
We never can see whatever is going on inside them
But suddenly that pen is finished and then?
Fathers, the men who try hard for the pleasure of their family
They just want the less for themselves because of the comfort of their children
Looking forward to spend a day with his family in a place that is hilly
Fathers, the men who justify the wishes of their children to their own wishes
They just live to see the victory of their children and family
But their life sometimes is as short as the golden fishes
Fathers, the men who are noble, they leave their tired face out of the house's door
They came in with a happy face, but we know they are tired from inside
We know that they are sad from the core.
Fathers, the men who listen to the pain of family members
People who are powerful to solve the problems and hard conditions
But no one has the ear to understand them; they just talk with the embers
Fathers,
Warm and kind people who never bother
Fathers,
Who are unique in their way, after them there is no tother
Fathers,
Are the men who are like the kind brothers.
poem by Ellias Anderson
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Fate to fight
Why think of their death to night?
When you are not sure of your fate to fight
Some what it created little awkwardness
Are we in full capacity to judge on their face?
The talk of reward comes later
Let us be peace lover and not hater
Life as such is totally uncertain
Important thing is to care for relation and maintain
Human life is full of misery
Love it to full extent even for your adversary
Never show to anybody that you are doing it out of pity
Act only to shows that you are just messenger of almighty
Whether life remains same or not should not cause any concern
Anything good performed by you may definitely turn
Your destiny and life into permanent peace
Life may be same again and spent at ease
Bow along with them for mass appeal
Your wish and desire should be in fact real
No lip services or out side show shown to the people
Else it my be known soon and land you in trouble
Let us go to their help if blessed with resources
Internal wishes and conscience must act as divine force
Noble soul with its action is always noticed by all
They see in it a good gesture to respond the call
We all must show sympathy in their troubled days
Pray almighty to come to the rescue and show the way
Render everything if that can over come their woes
Ponder not over result if almighty comes to your help and does
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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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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Her wrinkle face
She was the only one in family
Elderly person with clear vision and noble quality
We all addressed her as “granny” with respect
She would never scold us for naughty acts
She will hide and keep for us as something
Even though we have plenty in house but it is special thing
She may come to us slowly with tremendous love
We will rush to her for chocolates that she may give
“Papa, don’t allow nine nine (grandma) to go away” we will insist
Let her remain with us and we shall make her walk on the way
Take her for morning stroll and evening walk
In this way she will feel happier and talk
The children have special liking for old persons
They are always kind and show enormous love with reasons
She has whole of garden before her in the form of lovely children
That makes her fully contended and miss no loneliness even
She may be almost ninety or more
Yet so much energy and will power is in store
Always praying most of the time with good faith
Not at all worrying about the approaching death
I learnt great deal her with practical lessons
She had troubled life in early stage and lived as helpless person
Then also she did not loose hope and kept us in her strong fold
We were her live hope and dear ones in the entire world
I won’t forget her when she will be gone
Though nothing more is left to be done
Her contribution and presence is like beacon to us
We pray almighty for her log life with full trust
Parents are after all one step ahead and plan for future
Not only for them selves but small kids and all for sure
They do not tire out easily as we do in our young age
As it is thrust upon them to rear us and ably manage
I salute her not because of her age or elderly person
But the way she has survived to see grandsons
May be second generation before her eyes to witness
Watch if you can minutely the beautiful shine on her wrinkled face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Special entity
Nothing to compare with grand mother
As if some angel is living on earth for us to bother
With little sweet in hand and running after children
Falling on ground and again up to chase even
Why has she been glorified?
Her figure in family is very much magnified
House may look ghost mansion
As she is only one in house as symbol of unison
She has before her full garden
Son and in daughter-in -law with many children
Each one trying to get close and shower
The much needed love reserved for fewer
I feel whole world in her lap
I used to sleep sound with her tap
I will slip away from worry land
To go in oblivion known as dream land
Why grandmas and granny's are so popular
Even though their roles are not similar
One is with children by right
Other one has to make it by fight
Children miss both in person
They have close proximity with reasons
Grandma is always there to concede demand
Granny is painted by mother as special brand
There is something special in their eyes
Affection and love is in abundance and flies
What she after all deserve to be counted?
Not abused at all and forcefully hunted
Now we witness total change
They suffer and get ignored with the age
Confined in home and feel as if in the cage
Children and especially close ones shout at them with rage
Many old age homes have come into being
Not all the parents happily sing
They have their horrified tale
Happy here with no worry to pass or fail
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Blood Relation
They argue it as syndrome of blood relation
Is it matter of convenience or though elevation?
It is not difficult to understand in simple context
We let it pass of ignorantly as mere pretext
There is definite push and pull mechanism
It is equally good to have bond in humanism
It least somewhere we show some kind of attachment
There is long list of hierachy and goes on as movement
There is restriction at each and every level
It goes on and to develop and exceedingly marvel
How loosely we remain to be connected in sphere
It is always peaceful, harmonious and I healthy atmosphere
How parents rear their children in responsible manner
They may grow in full adulthood later or sooner
There is complete love in the eyes of every member
Proper care is taken in all the aspects and closely remembered
Time and tide change with the advent or passage
The strong bond or relation remains only message
Everybody loves to remain under one shield
Family as such remains one identity and only field
Children unduly demand and expect something more
They often enter into clash and go for the possibilities to explore
Sometimes it turns into battle field and unruly scene is created
Relation turn sour and all the niceties is cremated
Brother to brother act as sworn enemy
The relation goes on vane simply for money
Parents watch helplessly and condemn the move
They often curse the luck but unable to prove
The entire relation hangs on bare thread
No one bothers to understand or read
Elders try for patch and plead
Elders go in different direction and try to lead
It is happening everywhere and no one is exception
There is different dimension in relation since inception
No one can claim free from any diversion or friction
Still family bond remains as complete addiction
Had there been complete transparency in relation?
It should have excelled in all the direction
Of late it has developed visible cracks
The complete theory is thrown out of tracks
The joint families are breaking and new concept takes over
They try to limit their goals and don’t try to recover
We remain only on name remain in blood relation
There is always mistrust and does not sound well with indication
Even close acquiesce turn into blood thirsty
We can lament only and feel pity
Though it remains still as strong bond with attachment
All get united when it is felt for a moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A 'Papa, please
I couldn’t see in his eyes
When my son hardly could say bye
I felt so betrayed by his gesture
I could sense of guilt but was not sure
He did not utter a word when I used to thrash
He would go away and cry while making wash
I saw sadness in him but he did not tell
I felt nothing was good or going well
I felt from my heart for his dismay show
He had very slow space and unable to grow
All children were shining in their own way
He was proving helpless and sliding away
He came into this world before maturity
We were still joyous by seeing glorious beauty
He was only hope for our well being
We too were ready to do anything and sing
I tried to read child’s mind
As dad he had nothing to find
I sensed trouble for being so unkind
He wanted me to be considerate and kind
“Dad, can I request you for something”?
He gathered courage and unfolded wing
“I get so much pain when you beat”
“I am unable to bear and it is painful to eat ‘
I almost wept for his pain
This was only his concern main
I was committing unpardonable cruelty
I cursed self and even couldn’t feel pity
‘I will study sincerely and give you result”
“I may prove myself and feel you no insult”
I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went on
He had defeated me and almost won
I used to full him up and throw on ground
He used to weep and no friends were found
‘You may kill him one day” wife scolded
I decided to withdraw with hands folded
He did fare in the life and stood firm
He was obedient and used to confirm
He never disrespected and always obliged
I too felt sense of satisfaction and realized
Life would have chance to retaliate
I was unsure of what steps fate might initiate
It was our belief that we got to suffer for bad act
No one could help if one was at any time out of tract
He is now grown up boy but had chance to remind
“Dad, you were un considerate and unkind”
‘Why were you beating me for absolutely no fault”?
This came to me all of sudden as blue from bolt
Whole scene just went off my memory as flash
Mind and heart was at disagreement and always at clash
If we try to be good parent or obedient children
Life garden will become green with happiness and never barren
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If Our Children
If our children aren’t smiling
Laughing, playing, driving us insane
Than something must be wrong in our doing
These days, they’re scared and
Have multiple nightmares that are unspeakable
As they go to sleep, they yearn so much
For freedom that they sing it in their dreams
They’ve taken full vacation from
Their childhood just so they can fight
For their freedom, their country
If our children aren’t happy
Than, there must be something wrong
They can’t even go outside to play
Everyday has become a struggle
They must even fight to stay alive
Our children are not well, my family
My brother, my sister, my friends
Our children are not well
Therefore our nation is sick
Because our children are not well.
MarieLove
2/17/06
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Minimum Level
Let the truth remain to its level of minimum
But the lies should not dominate at maximum
As it will wrack the hard core element of life with its relation
Everything will be demolished and raise the questions
Think of damage and its consequences there after
When it has become known and apparent later
It might have then brought everything at stand still
Leaving behind tail of distrust and almost ill will
I know for sure that eyes speak no untruth
You may need nothing as an extra proof
The company may be needed at each turn
For the love and affection to respond and return
No one can definitely say about lust or real
It remains closely guarded secret and concealed
How can a human mind speak in anticipation?
When whole thing is built round honesty and relation
Sometimes we listen to but not attentively
We commit nothing and assure tentatively
This raise mistrust level and forecast doom
Leaving behind no chance for return in room
Any affection or attachment comes after long consideration
But once it is cemented then it has consent with full indication
It is grown at enormous speed with full commitment
You can feel k exhilaration in those happy moments
Sometimes it creates thaw in relation get stranded
Others sentiments are not taken care of and offended
Whole relation comes at stake and runs into rough weather
It faces grinding halt and adds concern for everybody to bother
Those moments prove costly in life and de-shape the imagination
The relation on which whole future evolved causes great alienation
Both are drifted apart much to the embarrassment and concern
Life has taken different course with point of no return
As it has been observed and advocated in precise terms
Truth always forms strong foundation at each turn
After all it is trust and confidence that is grown from feeling
Nothing should be done at this level when it comes almost willing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Need Proper Care
I was pulled from shirt and pushed aside
As house was clearly disturbed and divided
I was preferred more by mother and appreciated
This had lead to heated discussion and atmosphere was vitiated
As the children are normally naughty
Elders shower love and feel pity
They will offer everything to keep them happy
Children too will remain eager to receive and get ready
I was questioned over the scuffle
In the neighborhood there was brewing trouble
I often used to enter into altercation
And this was the cause for bad relation
People may come at home and complain
This will upset me always and puzzle the brain
What was I actually doing wrong?
And why I was now not favored among
I was good at studies also
But hade different style to adopt and go
As it had remained matter for concern
I decided to change drastically and made 'U' turn
It is difficult to go for a change
At a time when you are in delicate stage
You want unrestricted movement
With kind love and preferably no one to resent
I was thrashed and warned of home confinement
If went ahead with naughtiness
I sensed problem with displeasure
But was helpless to think about it for sure
I think back of all those things happened with me
Though I was not completely restricted from going free
Yet it carried a long impression in my mind about behavior
Elders should have thought of my age which was definitely a minor
Children need proper understanding with care
If they are forbidden to go near by or anywhere
It may have adverse effect on their natural growth
The attention has to be paid at home and out side or both
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ups and down in life
It is challenge from the day one
No escape route allowed for anyone
All the fruits to be enjoyed and burnt to be borne
Enough has been talked about
We are reserved and do not venture out
It has different tale with full of rout
How many might have succeeded and sustained?
Retain original shine and maintained
Life is before us and fully explained
Life has made us all the time to crawl
Still we are attached too much without making withdrawal
We have slept whole life and woke up like owl
Life was full of ups and down
We have failed to reject ills and tried to own
Finally the soul merges into soul
This has been continued for centuries
The concept of life still varies
Until you know it all, it is full of miseries
Not all may want it as full of challenge
They may struggle very hard to manage
The stage may come when life may be spent with age
In between whatever you did was quite memorable
Life was seen closely and understood as water bubble
Some might have proved to be luckier as free from any trouble
It is not important how much you lived
It has all mattered how you understood and believed
Pain and agony might have surfaced and relieved too
Is it confined only to have met two square meals?
Made it easy all the way with very nice deals?
Or was it spent with joy and happiness in real
I think we have answer in “no”
This fact is apparent and we all know
Amidst all uncertainties we have preferred to grow
It might have been divided into stages
The development can be written in pages
Sometimes with happiness and sometimes with rage
Can anyone write down honestly its outcome?
Certainly it has many aspects to welcome
Life should not be spent or be over as it had come
Is it merely breathless stage there after?
Does this all make us to roar in laughter?
It is interesting and admirable chapter
I may not know facts until I am full in
There is no loss, gain or win
It is how you take it and feel in
I have seen it as life emerging all of sudden
It was never thought before hand even
It has hunted us from time to time even then
Many more experiences may be inked
Life and death may be closely linked
We may think intensely with eyes half winked
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Me What Family is
Family to me has many meanings
For all are full of diverse feelings
Love and anger, both within a single one
Children who stay and children who run
Can one family be better than another?
It all depends on how they love each other
A family’s love should last forever
Bonds of love nothing can sever
For the family I have, I am happy and blessed
And nothing more truthful have I ever confessed
Family has many meanings, but one rises above
The greatest meaning of family, is that of love
poem by Glaedr the poet
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In any age
In any age, cart load you can carry
If heart is strong enough to remain merry
There is no string attached with condition
It needs no power too for ignition
Lots of old people carry on with smile
Their life is still full of vigor and style
No one can say that charm is over
Couple walks hands in hand with full cover
Sun may be moving fast to set
Yet life is not all that about to be late
It may take its due course to act
But life is certainly a reality and fact
Blow on and move with all your strength
It can be made beautiful with good wave length
It is lovely to hear nature's call in morning
With mild sun rays shine in the late evening
Sea has all power but remains calm
Raises alarm with waves but cause no harm!
What is with us to loose in turn?
It is only happiness to retain in return
There is no more physical death when you feel young
Everybody dies here and remains unsung
Yet things can be felt better in last days
As new and novel method has found its way
Why any illness must come and take over?
When heart is at its full boom with cover?
Happy to feel at one end and make others same as well
Life has all its glory to feel and tell
you may have it all with strong mind
Worries are not taken care of and left behind
We are human being and can not remain complacent or blind
Life is to be lived full length with its own kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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