On life boat
I am on calm river water with life boat
It is on surface and can be called simply afloat
It may cross many turns along with dashing the bank
No fear of running aground or to be called sank
So long it runs smooth life seems to be beautiful
Lots of joy and happiness with enjoyment plentiful
One may not come to know the quick passing of days
Yet it will be almost there to be enjoyed in number of ways
The critical days may not allow you to feel at home
You will be hunter from pillar to post and unwelcome
Not even luck would favor you at the nick of the time
People may think it otherwise to be with you as curse and crime
As saying goes little further “No one prefers setting of the sun”
They will hide the face and will make you unnecessary run
You will be shown the door and hurled with derogatory words
You may think of falling back with no intention of going forward
Many a times it is said the tide also favor speeding wind
You may clearly observe rhythms and nice tunes to find
This all finds favor with rising sun and outer shining
In absence of all this you may find all stars declining
It is advisable also to travel in favorable condition
You should enough of preparation and ammunition
The simple battle is lost only for the want of good preparation
The opportunity is not availed and the initiative is lost in question
Life is not certain and can be evaluated as such
You can not extract any meaningful out of it as much
You will have to shape it as per your need and requirement
Even though there is no limit to your aspirations and movement
All avenues and scopes are open and can be had with little effort
You can expect all the ships to land at your destination or port
So long it favors you; there can be no difficulty at all
Little negligence or miss of events can push you towards fall
So it is perception angle you take into account
There may be lot many worries which awaits to mount
It will be your sheer alertness that may anchor your ship
There won’t be any let up later on to shed tears or weep
Make it certain that you are in to face it with courage
You are in full control and likely to manage
Nothing can stop you for organizing it well
There will be then altogether different story to tell
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Falling Out
Im falling out of grace with the world
They say Ive lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
Im falling out of line with all the stars
That flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another
Im falling out of style with the current way things are
The things that make conforming hard
Im falling out of control and you just cant stop me now
Ill fight as long as time allows
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another band-aid
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
I wont think twice or even three times
About taking a gamble with you
Cause with my life you have been so kind
I take all my comfort from you
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another band-aid
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
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Not to capsize
Life is enterprising with full of opportunities
It may show good sign with little continuities
You can’t go forward sans vigour and strength
Path may be lost without proper wavelength
Life may have upheavals with ups and down
Even good progress may invite wrath and frown
The course has to be steered with careful count
Not to yield to pressure even if it mounts
Life boat is laden with ammunition and explosives?
It may bear burden if we have hostile relatives
Why to think of hate, anger, jealousy on boat?
There is every chance for it’s capsize when afloat
Life boat may face rough weather and storm
Relation may get strained and not remain warm
Damage may occur with little or no harm
No one can escape ………….
How to have smooth sailing without proper direction?
How to start from stretch and where to end the action?
Will we be able to sail with full load on route?
Either to surrender to fate or face the complete rout
Life is like boat and may face many challenges
Best way open is how to face and manage?
Luck may not side with or favour the tide
Success story may reveal even if you try to hide
Strange may be ways when dear one departs
Life will be in doll drums if fails with good start
Lucky may be those who find good treasure
Words may be less to express its pleasure
Still past may hound and future look bleak?
Honesty must prevail and action should speak
It will not matter what we gained or lost?
Love must be won over at whatever cost
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What Brings Smile!
What brings smile on face in critical condition?
When you are surrounded by powerful ignitions
Little touch of it can engulf entire area and belonging
Why was it so relevant to have it for singing?
Some one may feel elated at sudden fortune
Find it less troublesome and favorable to tune
Luck licking at every step and make you wonder
No fear from lightening and dark cloud’s thunder
Everything is done or taking place as per wish
You may find all sweet items in dish
It is good to experience happiness from all direction
Even though it has involved less or no such actions
Well it is said: ” fortune favors the brave”
You may have escape route and close shave
You won’t be stopped anywhere for any flaws
Death may also fear to clutch you in formidable jaws
The nice saying goes like this
Donkey may feel great with His bless
He may have field day with lots of enjoyment
Whole day grazing in greenery without restricted movement
But all happiness may wither in short notice
As time has neared you without fulfilling the promises
May be remorseful day when no one is near by
To bid a farewell and happily say good bye
This is how we sum up life in few words
We are tiger and rabbit by grace from lords
Everything comes in pre-decided manner
As chances for better later on become rare and thinner
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A fortunate one
Lucky you and lucky me
Sitting under shade of the tree
To add one more and make it three
World may look sound and almost free
Nice imagination with wonderful ideas
Trying to woo her with my honest pleas
It was not new but stored in corner of mind
Always searching for match but not to find
I found her anyway as lucky to be called
She had in past many initiatives stalled
I too was not desperate but followed with zeal
She relented and agreed later as it was real
One may not find suitable match at all
He may go on making frantic efforts or several calls
It may come all of sudden at an appointed hour
You may rejoice with joy and role on the floor
One dreams of change in life when gains adulthood
He or she is forbidden to look in neighborhood
He may find it luckily in near by place
He had to search elsewhere if not found favorable in case
Sometimes you are drawn at females with outer beauty
All may fascinate us with their beautiful face and look so pretty
You may be making full circle around the city
With a hope that it may result in reality
“Who can be considered lucky? ” that may be known little later
It may prove bone of contention or important subject matter
The time may prove good healer and ship may anchor safely
The realization may soon take over sooner or little later
Luck may favor and life may move on with great speed
You may go for big adventure without any greed
It may be highly motivated and in accordance with need
You have full burden on your solder for family to feed
She may come to be known as lucky star
You may not like to remain away or very far
She may also prefer to stay by the side of you
She may try her best to remain companion true
Life is like two wheels of motor
It moves on water as simple floater
What we need most is to push it with efforts
Always remain faithful by maintaining good rapports
Neither to crate bitterness nor driving any wedge
Always to remain together by cementing the bridge
We hinge on bare thread and try to reach an edge
The relation must last long till it has reached an age
No one is lucky but credit goes to all
In distress we pull together by responding to a call
It may be joint effort that may bring smile
Life may just move on and not stop for a while
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You May Grow
You can’t break the barrier
We are simple love carrier
It will be lot easier
Whatever tall you may grow!
You may fall when winds heavily blow
Sand storms can’t mar sun’s glow
Why selfishness doesn’t excel all times?
Why it gives relief only sometimes?
Truth always prevail in real times
Desert too must boom
Humanity must find room
Happiness must remove the gloom
Love demands sacrifice
Life awaits promises
Next lovely life again after demise
Never cast desperations
Don’t aisle unnecessary questions?
Long for and pick up the aspirations
No gold, diamonds may ever come to rescue
You won’t get anything if they are not due
Land scopes and natural scenes are only for view
Pray the god not for long life
Knell down in feet not for future wife
Ask for trouble free world to escape the edge of cruel knife
Have enough of joy and fun
Dream of stable life with lots of run
Flowers in hand at person showing barrel of gun
You may find sweet water in desert
People may praise your honesty and efforts
Ship with all the gold may land at port
Thank God you are alive to see
Taking breathe under sky and feel free
Enjoy the fruits sitting under tree
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Sad days
I remember those sad days
Life with lots of problems on the way
No cheers but question of life and death
Fight for square meals a day and unable to breath
Mother used to put me at her back
As everything was at stake
Life for child remained a source of concern
The future was to be changed in turn
I remember her working at farm
Soil to dig when sun wan not warm
Work to start when breeze still on surface
No worry lines to appear on the face
She was not only bold but assertive too
Life was meant to be challenge and felt as true
Work hard or get nothing in return
Energy in body to be burnt in turn
Tears have no place to fall on the ground
It is lovely, beautiful and laborious round
“I won’t die my lovely child” she may murmur
Make me laugh and tease with humor
How can be life harder than this?
If some one doesn’t get it then it is surely a miss
We don’t die or perish as a result of hard labor
The ship has to be taken at the berth of harbor
God only knows how many years it may take?
But surely it will be long drawn yeas to make
Life then will be put on right track
You may look back a past with no feelings of an ache
I don’t know where from that urge comes
To fight the situation and smilingly welcome
Not to get discouraged if means are meager
Slowly it builds and makes man perfect and stronger
Leave not behind any such regret
You were not meant to suffer such fate
If one has time on his or her side
There is no need to lament or search for guide
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
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An evening to remember
An evening to remember and forget
All friends together and memories to let
Sitting around and gossiping of whole day
Make some news to come out of way
All funny episodes to comeon surface
Each one to narrate the speciality ofcase
How one goes ahead in private meeting?
Wht do they converse while greeting?
It is nice gathering and simple exchange
On e gets lighter by disclosing and able to manage
It is nothing but sharing of happy moments
Cutting jokes among and passing of comments
It is beautiful to share about love and pain
Nice suggestions for good harvest and rain
Spending time with would be bride
Is it not the matter of pride?
What is life actually about?
Happiness but not always fall out
Full of worries yet no sorrows
Carfyl planning about future and tomorrow
Evening is not for upsetting of events
It is right setting of happy moments
Get to gether means a lot to friends
All worries and problems come to an end
Sun might have set but for us it is sunshine
No hurry for sleep and no worry to dine
To come of worries and feel very fine
This is fine moment and live life line
Wh has the time in life to spend?
Who can take care and befriend?
Who bothers about others hardships?
When one’s own life is like aground ship
It is utilization happy bursts
It is needed and must
Nothing else will come to your rescue
If you had no plan and any other clue
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A simple evening
An evening to remember and forget
All friends together and memories to let
Sitting around and gossiping of whole day
Make some news to come out of way
All funny episodes to comeon surface
Each one to narrate the speciality ofcase
How one goes ahead in private meeting?
Wht do they converse while greeting?
It is nice gathering and simple exchange
On e gets lighter by disclosing and able to manage
It is nothing but sharing of happy moments
Cutting jokes among and passing of comments
It is beautiful to share about love and pain
Nice suggestions for good harvest and rain
Spending time with would be bride
Is it not the matter of pride?
What is life actually about?
Happiness but not always fall out
Full of worries yet no sorrows
Carfyl planning about future and tomorrow
Evening is not for upsetting of events
It is right setting of happy moments
Get to gether means a lot to friends
All worries and problems come to an end
Sun might have set but for us it is sunshine
No hurry for sleep and no worry to dine
To come of worries and feel very fine
This is fine moment and live life line
Wh has the time in life to spend?
Who can take care and befriend?
Who bothers about others hardships?
When one’s own life is like aground ship
It is utilization happy bursts
It is needed and must
Nothing else will come to your rescue
If you had no plan and any other clue
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No dearth
You will find no such person on this beautiful earth
Even though there are many and has no dearth
The work done by them remains unsung
They are very much part of our living and remain among
Their life is simple and ideal
To many it may look unreal
Yet it is exemplary and praiseworthy
Let us pray for them for long life from almighty
Have you ever considered looking at their contribution?
No one takes pain even to look at proper distribution
The work for which it was intended looses its charm
It does great disservice and more harm
They suffered their whole life but never complained
They had full integrity, short of means still maintained
It was backed by strong will and full commitment
The public was behind it and had strong movement
Even though they may not be among us today
They have shown us the path and clean way
If we can pursue with little honesty
The happiness may descend and help to remove the poverty
Someone said” God resides in poor”
We should welcome him at the door
If no food or anything but give some kind reception
This will find favor with good conception
We have seen changes through ages
Yet we were fortunate enough to manage
Many people have come forward and gone
But it is always remembered the good work done
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Living As God Favored
As I walk I feel the presence of God
No matter how uncertain I may feel at times, I know he is with me
When you have blessings coming from all places, that's the favor of God
Looking back, when I could have and should have lost my way, I had the favor of God
The Scripture says, the will of God will not take you,
Where the grace of God will not protect you and that's a fact
God is good and life is easy when you know you have the favor of God
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I Could Not Love You
There're a billion people in the world
All of them equal but of different worth
I find you to have a value equaled by no other
You are a rare and beautiful flower
But I'm sorry that I could not favor you
And make you the queen of my heart as I should
That instead I chose a different group
And I chose to favor them more than you
To favor a person means that you are two
And I'm sorry that I could not be with you
And a favored another one more fair
Although you are a true queens heir
And amongst a million kings and princesses
You always claimed that you were the fairest
And though your heart is the kindest I knew
I apologies that I could not favor you
And instead I chose to favor another
Not your equal, but not your better
I see a million faces each day but only acquaint with a few
You and I went different ways so I could not favor you
You and I once had our chance but I chose to let it go
You had no fault at all as I made the choice alone
And instead I chose to look for another
And I did favor them more than you
Although in my eyes you are a flower
I'm sorry that I could not be with you
And value you as a queen like I should
But just as I favored another more than you
Another favors you more than any other
And chose to be with you and no-other
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That Has Yet To Happen
Do me a favor.
'Sure.
I'm here for you.'
Don't do me anymore favors.
That's the favor I am requesting.
Everytime you have been here for me,
Why is it I have to remind you...
Of a favor you promised to do,
That has yet to happen?
'So what are you saying?
The excuses I used,
Were not good enough for you?
And I went out of my way,
To choose the best ones I could?
Well...
You don't have to worry about me,
Ever doing you a favor again.
People like you are not worth my time.
And are so ungrateful.'
I know.
It's difficult for me,
To not think of myself all the time.
'I'm glad you can see how selfish you can be.'
I'm reminded.
'Good.
It's not all about you,
You know.
I have a life to live too.'
I'm reminded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard Work
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
Life has to be lived
Its secret must be believed
You can’t be choosey or relaxed
Anytime you will be shown the way or taxed
Live the way you like and spend
But make room for slight amend
Love the life and friends as well
There may be mot more fragrance to smell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never a burden
Life was never a burden
Something may occur all of sudden
We continue despite all that even
Life cart is always to be driven
One may be lost or bogged down
It may be wrong on his part or fault of his own
You reap for what you have sown
The tree may also be same way grown
What do we expect then in coming days?
Wait for something unexpected and stay
Or face the challenge in whichever way
It comes and pushes our destination away
Despite all odds we have to maintain
Balance with way of life to sustain
Relation with nature and people around
New bonds with sweet relation is to be found
In each day there is something new
New hope with beautiful eyes to view
Only some art lovers can find and see
Otherwise it is always there and for free
We find everything very near
In our support without any fear
To take a new leaf and start the carrier
Scale the new heights without any barrier
Let us strive for new thinking
Let our ship never face sinking
It must float on the water to time to come
Daily new passengers in it to greet and welcome
Life shall move with some ups and down
We may wear sometimes lovely crown
But mind first it will be our own efforts
We shall be the one sailing boat to the port
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A response to memory
Is there anything like conscience?
do we really believe in its presence?
it troubles me a lot when suddenly awakened?
as the future lay completely darkened
She may appear and suddenly ask
there is something like tea in flask
shake your memory and listen
what I have not to say even
You ditched me and left to good luck
you knew i will be badly struck
I did not prove as dame duck
I will bounce back and definitely look
I may not like to be lost in dreams
as it is burning body from with in with beams
I am not going to be a yes woman
yet it will be a lesson for man
Memory is hard to be pushed away
to be lost in oblivion is the only way
there is complete harmony in relation
as long as it has true revelation
How does it matter if you do not remember?
Who will under the agony and answer?
Have to open my heart and reveal?
my love was fake and not real
No one has time to show sympathy
I am struck with pain to feel self pity
it is unbearable and no where to show
I can bear no more as I have to leave and go
You treated me like commodity
the game played by you was dirty
I can not look back and lament
It may remain their as sad moment
It will not matter now even if you accept
love is not an idea or an ideal concept
it is beautifully conceived and realized
no one does a favor or gets obliged
I did not feel it as shame
I do not curse or blame
it may be sheer bad luck and fate
I will have to realize it soon or late
I stand in far corner and weep
It is impossible to remember and keep
All good comments and memory at heart
as it has shown the beginning of bad start
Is it not the divine spirit to feel?
are we going to tarnish it or kill?
it may not meet our expectation
still it stands as reality with good observation
Not all may find it with favor
All flowers may not offer flavor
We expect beautiful show with fragrance
it should boom with all colors at once
Kill the conscience, curb the wishes but not the trust
these are ingredients and possibly must
It is best way to reach and feel the pulse
no one has capability to push it and repulse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Magic of the Breeze – 32 I used to travel by train
I used to travel by train
Previously too – The travel
At night, the distant lights
The stars in sky, hopeful dreams
The sound of thundering wheels
Singing a song to the rhythm
Of the beat of the heart of steel
The rush of the wind
Standing by the door
I used to think what means all this
The fury and sound, the very travel
The people I used to meet or travel with
No one has been able to erase the sadness
Or ease the pain I feel when traveling
I used to feel all alone by the door
And life speeding by towards the end.
I have enjoyed my travel too
In groups with friends now far apart
I remember days gone by never to come
But, however long the distance
I used to stand at least half the time.
With you I now sit and enjoy
It is no longer a pain
Before travel was business
Travel was necessary and unavoidable
It was an escape sometimes
Just the act of traveling – running away
But, I always had to come back
And face life alone, just alone.
Now, you have shown me
The other side of travel by train
The train is still the train
The people, crowd all are the same
But yet not the very same,
You and I, no one else I see
Time, with it all people, the crowd
Are frozen in time and none exists
Other than just the two of us
I myself am in a dream till the end
Drinking the air and feeling
The breeze and you fill each cell
I no longer think, I only wait
To feel the brush of your touch
And the kiss of the breeze!
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Falling Down
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
Some of us are free
Some are bound
Some will swim
Some will drown
Some of us are saints
Some are clowns
Just like me they're falling down
Well I lied to the nation
While my reputation ran dry
From my lungs to my liver
I clung to the river bank's side
Yeah well I'm back in the water
Doing what I oughta
Trying to lead an ordinary life
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
Some of us are green
Some are brown
Some are lost
Some are found
Sight unseen baby
Sound on sound
Pray for me I'm falling down
I was lost in the jungle
Crossed over enemy lines
Well I got me a red nose
By sleeping under hedgerows at night
Yeah well I tried levitation
Flying in formation
Heaven kows the weight of this crime
Is this
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
La
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Raoul & The Kings Of Spain
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Good morning Boss
Day spoils if start is not at all good
We can do away with no good food
But certainly not with bad start
You may wear gloomy face and feel bad heart
It is said “whose beginning then his day too will be bad”
He may find it difficult with brother. Mummy or even with dad
There may take place unusual things to disturb whole day
You may loose patience and find no other good way
In office day starts with “'good morning” to boss
you got to always yes and never no even at some personal loss,
He is the one person in office who is always in tension,
You can’t expect any thing bad worth to mention,
I always take steps for its prevention,
I never ask or raise any question,
Simply fall in line with him ready to go with his words
try to show the sincerity and keenness in special work
I or for that matter no one can afford to loose his grace
Loosing favor means you won’t have any trace
All odds against you and problems to face,
Why simply to enter then unnecessary race?
Try to be near him but not so close,
Butter daily with kind words and offer rose,
Stand by with him in the time of need
Never show bad gesture and prove your worth in deed
it is hard time to show sincerity and prove best class
Hide the discomfiture and feelings under dark glass,
don’t try to create any flutter and allow the day to pass,
Allow his name to be seen plate with shining in brass
If you ever happen to fall out of grace
Ready yourself to challenge and face,
Offer very good smile and use kind words,
Remain obedient and sincere as you remain with lords
After all he is bread provider and boss
We can’t afford to alienate him at any cost
Our relation may at any time go frost
But it is not the end of the day or love lost
Try to reason out your obedience
Prove that office is at par excellence
It is only because of his brilliance
Office has got reputation only by his presence
It is no exaggeration to use few good words in his honor
You may find that he too may stand for your favor
In fact it is the presence of all that count s for performance
There is no use if we undermine his authority in others presence
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A Passing Ship
A passing ship
I have found the open ocean
Give me no lip
The waves roll by as I pass on
A snulit sea
On the first day of april
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me when Im gone
How many words
How many songs still unwritten
How many ships
Of the line have come and gone
In the good old days
May they never be forgotten
They had heavy wind
Or they had no wind at all
A passing ship
It is midnight on the ocean
Had a real long trip
I have been at sea all winter
When my ship came in
I was givin up the ghost
I think I should be
Leavin those passing ships alone
When the sea runs high
The sea runs wild and Im unsteady
And I think of you
In the warmth of your home and family
When love is true
There is no truer occupation
And may this gale
Blow us to the ones we love
Another day
Another ocean
Give me no lip
But stand aside as I pass on
A sunlit sea
On the last day of october
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me from now on
I guess I should be
Leavin passing ships alone
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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A bad phase
It is natural cycle that repeats
Life comes into being and beat
It is sensation and brings clear message
It is His blessigns and you must think and manage
Life must be started on sound note
You have just managed to enter the boat
It is on the water and sails as desired
It is like life boat just newly acquired
Each of passing day begins with some countdown
It may enter rough weather threatening to bring down
So many features to add like woe and agony in journey
Family and friends to stand by and ready to accompany
As we closely observe the ups and down
Little set back doen’t make us weary or frown
We take it as challenge and treat as such
It doe not make us upset or affect so much
Every moments we die just to survive for another
It is golden moment provided for us as the breather
We think and shrugg it off as passing of crucial phase
We still live amidst crisis but with definite ease
Constant fear and fatigue could have worn us out
It might have resulted into our complete rout
We would not have been in position to speak about
Thank God about the position that has made us stout
I would love such life in times to come
I shall pray for it and always welcome
It has taught me to overcome signiificant crisis
I would never love to make more emphasis
I shall sail through hazards with less concern
I shall not lament or mourn
The contentment and ahppiness may be my ideal
The life may improve and come out as real
It has taken years for river to make its way
It had to take many miles to run away
The destination is reached but in difficult position
The safety or success was never a question
The end is supposed to be ultimate point
How many cross ways to make it beautiful joint?
Why it should be thought over again and again?
When it will not be same with contineous rain
The natural flow can be seen with bautiful eyes
Who thinks about painful journey and for why?
The bad dream is over and now to think for the present
It is to be enjoyed with happiness and full consent
The bad phase may end soon
Day will be over and taken over by moon
The nights maybe cool and shining
It has to be taken as new beginning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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