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On the world stage

I never knew as a boy
What can be termed a decoy?
What can be called happiness and joy?
It was just innocent stage to enjoy

As the time moved on
Many changes took place and gone
There was further expansion
Life had joy with beautiful extension

No one to stop and enough of space
Life was meant to be an open race
No restriction for scaling the ladder
I was only claimant and bidder

What makes you to keep head high?
Life is to be guided by principles sans lies
Never to deceive and never to betray
Only on scene permanently to stay

This may help in long run
As struggle is on in hot sun
"Come what may" approach may enlighten way
The story of success can't far away

Life with honor and name
There remains nothing to be blamed
No guilty conscious to feel shame
God only knows where from such feelings came

Only those people can look high
Who have the strong wings to fly?
High ideals and goals to try
No room to shed the tears and cry

So I am here on the world stage
Where it is proved with passing of an age
Individual may have his own identity
But can never be without the blessings from almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I did not cry

In that day I didn't cry
I didn't know exactly why?
People around and relatives wept
But not all tears except one I had kept

He was laid on the ground
Very quietly and peacefully found
He deserved praises from all
Now I feared all tears may fall

He was man of principles and known as down to earth
He was not at all afraid of death
He used to say" life may be over one day"
Hence never loose patience all the way

Enjoy with whatever you have
Treat all equal and nicely behave
Words may fall as if from sage's tongue
Crystal clear with echo and not a vague

"Dear son, I have a high hope in you"
Never loose a hope and always prove true
I was always upset with his advices
As if he was about to leave me on his demise

He lived his life peacefully
Not all the people might have proved it successfully
I was sure of his life mission
"Life for the people" was his dear ambition

How can I weep over his demise?
When he had taken from me a promise
I will not dropp a tear for whatever reason
As he was not for me at all as single person

I had spent most of my time with the forces
But he had never regretted with simple word of remorse
I controlled my emotions with great difficulty
As he had told me not to feel any kind of sorry

: "Life is not what people firmly believe in and lead"
He used to tell me in private "people must observe and read"
What you are doing and how are you useful for the noble cause?
He may then take deep breath and wait for my response

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Walk With Your Head Held High

Walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.

Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.

Walk,
With your eyes opened wide.
And realize what I have done...
Under the Sun,
Is not disguised.

Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!

And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who attract,
Involved entrapments.
Without sending them away.
What from that,
Do you wished kept obeyed?

Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!

Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
To stay.

Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying and the lieing,
Excused by alibis.

Today!

Just walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who said,
From the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds spinning.
With strife you do not like!
But you invite it to incite.

And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who like entrapments.
Without sending them away.

Walk,
With your head held high.
And remember this...
You can dismiss all your conflicts,
If you insist to let them go...
And show your faith in Me believing,
What is known can be quickly tossed away...
From your grieving.

It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Or you can sit,
To let your life pass as you slowly fade.

Without ever knowing what it's like...
To grab hold of your life and fight it,
Off!

Just Walk!
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!

Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
That stay.

Take your happiness...
Affirm this everyday,
And walk away.

Choose to live your life,
In peaceful ways.

And you can do that praying everyday.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want to dream of flying

I want to dream of flying
Soaring high
High up in the skies
High above my sorrows
High above my sufferings
High above my peers
High in the sky
To feel the freedom
And the peace
And the mercy
And the happiness
A weightless life
Of joy
Where I get what I want
And not thrown to the ground
And not made a fool
Not called one
Not felt one
Not seen one
And not seen fear, either
To explore my world
And get what I like
And taste what I like
And smell what I like
And hear what I like
And feel what I like
To be happy
And approach life
In it's easiest and sweetest way
And love where I live
With the people I will live with
People I'll like and appreciate
Good people
Up there in the sky
Oh, let me dream of one please Lord

poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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God, Please Hear

God please hear my strongest appeal
I must quit this world in sense and actual
I feel discontented and resentful in real
As this is inner conscious urge and call

I don’t feel comfortable with people
Even though I am alright and capable
Beautiful land with all the resources at disposal
I always enjoy melody on cuckoo’s arrival

I find in her voice religious input and chanting
All hymns and prayers automatically compose and start emanating
That makes me not to go to any other place to hear
Your voice is heard there choked with pain to bear

You may be lamenting overall trend in general
People may not hesitate to kill and stage a funeral
Life has just become a curse and pawn in somebody’s hand
We can’t make out who is arch rival or reliable friend

Deception and treachery has formed the basic principles
Long queues are seen at religious place to become disciples
It not for offering prayers or helping the poor and needy
But to help the influential to accumulate more and become greedy

It has become ritual to pass on everything
Blame the luck, almighty and do nothing
I feel like to cry and weep with the tears
How far shall I stay here to witness and bear?

I don’t want to run away in fact
But I can’t be party to such acts
I have no power to rise in rebellion and react
As they are powerful enough to exert and assert

I enjoy the life with complete freedom
But in fact strangulate me and joy is seldom
“You must vacate the place” chides the wisdom
No use to say on land even if given a kingdom

Guide me with some discourses to stay
Keep me near with spirit and not push away
Neither shall I have courage to end holy mission
Nor to carry on with guilty conscious admission

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mom

"Hello mom, " I said "It's me"
"California set me free"
She just laughed and said "I knew"
Said I was one of the few
Who could make it anywhere
Go through life without a care
Which I can I know for sure
For in my heart I am pure
We talked for a long, long while
Which is really not my style
Then just before our goodbyes
She started in with the lies
About how good life had been
How she gave up on the gin
Then I heard a word she slurred
That moment my world was blurred
Was I to ignore the call
Or stop her from her sure fall
It pains me every day
That I didn't even pray
For we never spoke again
That's the source of all my pain

poem by Paul H Nelson
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I feel guilty

I feel guilty when enter the holy place
For asking favor with fake face
Bring pity on face and fold the hands
Close the eyes and wish with prayers

Nothing bad has taken place so far
Only some draw backs have taken place temporarily
I could face it in any case bravely
But there was hidden fear that bothered me intensely

"Go to Him with prayers" many friends used to advise
The result may come in your favor and sometimes surprise
Even though I am firm believer and worked for good deeds
The success was the only thing of an hour and required indeed

From deep feelings, it made me foolish
Why I needed to go for such thing and wish?
I could try honestly and then leave it to his mercy
He is aware of all that but did not labor hard as duty

It is always good to approach him and seek blessings
Sometimes you are guilty and feel punch with teasing
Yet that provides you some form of solace
As you expect respite from divine store in such cases

Person feels secure after having made an appeal
At least on that score it seems from all the angles very real
When we are thrust upon this world as special entity
We need all types of grace and helping hand from almighty

It is felt and realized that nothing comes on as success
If we are totally blind and care for no blessings or an access
His wish is supreme and helps till the end of the journey
We ask nothing more from his divinity

Think about your self as luckiest most if life is spent smoothly
We might not have been provided enough to last happily
That is biggest achievement if you feel internally as contentment
Life as such is illusion and hence there is no room for discontentment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Psalm 89 part 4

v.19ff
C. M.
Christ's mediatorial kingdom; or, His Divine and human nature

Hear what the Lord in vision said,
And made his mercy known:
"Sinners, behold your help is laid
On my Almighty Son.

"Behold the Man my wisdom chose
Among your mortal race:
His head my holy oil o'erflows,
The Spirit of my grace.

"High shall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;
My arm shall beat his rivals down,
And still new subjects bring.

"My truth shall guard him in his way,
With mercy by his side,
While in my name through earth and sea
He shall in triumph ride.

"Me for his Father and his God
He shall for ever own,
Call me his rock, his high abode,
And I'll support my Son.

"My first-born Son arrayed in grace
At my right hand shall sit;
Beneath him angels know their place,
And monarchs at his feet.

"My cov'nant stands for ever fast,
My promises are strong;
Firm as the heav'ns his throne shall last,
His seed endure as long."

poem by Isaac Watts
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In This World (Murder)

In this world all our sins are simple
We choose death over innocent life
And in this world its not all the money thats evil
Its the ones who choose it over life
And in my heart I cannot believe in this murder
And I will not be fed by the lies
All the lives are created just to be murdered, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
And they can't see the innocent lives
The pointless suffering
And in my heart I want to undo all this murder
And get back the innocent lives
Open cages and stop their luxurious murder, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
Murder
Innocent life
Innocent
What have we done?
(No mercy for beautiful
Money for blood
It's murder)
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven, heaven, heaven

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Joy or no Joy

Joy is extension of happiness
It erupts when you have some new trace
Cheeks turn into red and shine the face
Of course with blessings and grace

It has nothing to do with any of the worldly things
It can be linked to happening or any of the things
You may be riding very high with emotions
You will try to run with speed and straight way come to motion

You slip in to dreamy land and wonder
There may be many questions to think and ponder
The clouds have struck making loud thunder
You must thank almighty and sincerely surrender

Joy, happiness, gladness all bear same symptoms
It is coming in life but great struggle and that too seldom
Everybody is not lucky enough to realize in their prime age
It will come very late or till they have reached old age

You are elated with joy when see the old acquaintance
You feel happiness when get the fruit without any pretence
It is great joy when you get message through sentence
It can send happy waves and at the same time can make you tense

There is no restriction for joy to be felt
How the fragrance is experienced and smelt?
How do we react when our dear once is traced and restored?
How sudden appearance of friend on scene makes us fresh when felt so bored?

We never feel unhappiness even when undergoing hardship
There is new flavor and closeness in newly developed friendship
It has all got some angle of joy and hidden pleasure
How can we ignore it when it is bound to give joy for sure?

I once asked my mother why she is having tears
When there was no matter for her to feel sad or bear?
She laughed at me and laughed out the at the topic
She said even in sadness it was mater of great joy with logic

The soldiers celebrate it with joy when ceasefire is declared
They do not enjoy when war is declared or tension is flared
It is not the time to express emotions but only to be with it
It can be had any time with or without any occasion to celebrate

I will be visibly moved when there is eruption of complete joy
It is common for, all irrespective of anything, to enjoy
Who know when it may come make us cry or burst into laughter?
I shall feel anything in it and even look smarter

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Because I Got High (Radio Edit)

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high

I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic
- because I got high
because I got high
because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo p***y too but then I got high
now I'm j***ing off and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
- cause I'm high
cause I'm high
cause I'm high

song performed by by Afroman from The Good Times
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His name

I hear a loud voice in morning "Allah Akbar"
It is heard across the town and even very far
I come out from the bed and look at the bright star
Same glittering and light even placed among small stars

What a pleasant morning to feel with his name!
One may wonder with the little thought "from where he came"
It is time to bow head and offer earnest prayers
Then to prepare for other activities as players

Why other religious places too lag behind?
Same meaning but with different slogan to find
Remember almighty for his graceful act
Owe everything to him for this known fact

O lord Ram or Allah Akbar I honestly swear
I am not afraid from life but have only one fear
Never subject us to feel pain and shed the tears
Only bless us each morning for your name to hear

Even if we are fast asleep you repeat the same cycle
Come out from your vault and make the full circle
Da

y and night take place and make beautiful round
Where on earth human beings find it around!

Kindness emerge all of sudden whenever I see at the cross
Force me to think twice whether life was not at total loss
Did I perform any act that can be detrimental to my faith?
What will I answer when I shall see thou after the death?

I open the eyes gracefully and thank almighty
What a day to enjoy and feel with simple beauty!
Everywhere to see colorful birds and enjoy melody
Endeavour to feel "he belongs to all and not to somebody"

It is time to start with day's routine
Duties and rights both combine
It may be only option to feel fine
As his presence is very much divine

* Lord Ram.. Worshipped by Hindu*
*Allaho Akbar……. BY Muslims*

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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By force

People took me away by force
I was in tears as mother was only source
She was laid on floor breathless
Eternal peace and calm was seen on the face

I was holding firmly her hand
She was not only mother but more than a friend
"I will stay with you "she used to tell me daily
I may stare at her eyes but know nothing really

All mothers on this beautiful earth may be same
"I prayed almighty and asked many times"
Where from they were sent or came?
I did not get reply but "Mom "I called her by pet name

She would come near if I was found asleep
Keep moving hand over my head and silently peeped
Only to see if I was really not deceiving
Though she loved me and was completely believing

I resisted all attempts to be dragged away
They were all powerful and took me off the way
I cried with loud voice and cursed almighty
"Why did he do it "and showed no mercy

It was desperate cry and not reaching to any one
"Who will now feed me with love" thought while being dragged on
The tears were not stopping and again I attempted with sullen eyes
"You can't go near by place where your mom rests or lies" I was told

I virtually went blind fold
People were cruel and mindlessly cold
Why were they not allowing me to see her last time?
I wondered whether this may be happening with all sometimes

I looked at the hollow sky and twinkling stars
They were silently staying with me but from distance and very far
I thought of them as real companion and good friends
At least stars were crying with twinkling lights

"Let no mothers die and separate child like me" I prayed
If possible then some of the years may be added from my life for her stay
I had no other clue as how to over come this death issue
As I was prevented from seeing her or having clear last view

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Deep Is Your Love?

Superficial, or sacrificial?
Secular, or the supernatural?
How deep is your love?
Would you give up quality of life?
Or give up life itself?
To what do we let go?
To what do we hold on?
People or objects?
How far do we go,
Before we move on?
To our breaking point,
Or until we have proven it.
Hold on to resentment,
Let go of another.
Prove our point, or to prove love.
Beauty is only skin deep.
But beautiful is at the core.
The spirit lives forever.
It endures all.
Our essence, our core, is love itself.
Given by God, as He lives inside of us.
He is buried deep,
Surrounded by lies.
Lies we have bought in a cold cruel world.
A world of shallow love.
Love of self, at the cost of another.
She walked away,
He waited.
She asked, "Why when you had me you did not want me, "
"But now I am gone, and you will fight? "
"You have changed, but it is too late."
"For I have found another."
The man replied, "The answer is simple."
"Why is it, you have me now and do not want me? "
"I have proven the truth of my love."
"I have endured a thousand deaths."
"I have risen each time."
"To become love itself."
"Not for me, but for you."
"Affection is shown, but love is assumed."
"To the superficial, love is all show."
"To the sacrificial, love is the show."
"I can tell you I love you,
"But the words have no substance."
"They disappear in thin air."
"Love is patient."
"Love as a feeling, will come and go."
"Feelings are impatient."
"It is truth that never changes."
"And love, that is true, will endure all."
"As it has since the beginning of time."
"Not as defined by society."
"But as defined by the creator and sustainer."
"It is only once the feelings have broken the heart, the holder of the feelings."
"That the beholder is freed."
"To show the love that will never be broken."
"Love that is true."

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Cowardice Stand

It is not good to have cowardice stand
Not all foes can be called future friend
They must be shown their right place
As life is just open for all to win the race

No one decides our destiny
It may be claimed by many
But keep them at arm’s length
Show them your resolve and real strength

How can they be right?
When you have will power to fight
You can sail through any storm
When wind is in favor and sun very warm

Age may play its role and so the nature
We have the key and have to make it sure
What can be fate tomorrow is anybody’s guess
Get prepared for it and express readiness in any case

The idea must be conceived from the very start
This is one of the beautiful gift or art
Every individual is gifted with it by almighty
Only it must be shown with confidence and ability

There has to be no letting in at any stage
New words are to be written on every page
Each page must speak of its own story
There is no scope to feel later on sorry

Confirm that you are individual
Your approach may be casual
But you are not lost soul
You might have committed fowl

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Under the Pines

"LIFE is sad," says the wind in the pines
To the still soul listening,
While the pale, pale day declines
Like a white bird on the wing.
"Life is sad," says the quiet earth
5
Under the churchyard wall,
Where the spring flowers have their birth
And the autumn leaflets fall.
"Life is sad," say the daisies that blow there
And stretch out their heads to the sun;
10
"Life is sad," say the poor hearts that go there
To weep when the day's work is done.
"Life is sad," from below, from on high,
From forest and meadow and tree,
From the clouds that drift over the sky
15
And the days that die into the sea.
Then up and be brave with thy sorrow,
Like a man with his face to the blast;
Not from hope of the joys of to-morrow,
Nor rest when the warfare is past;
20

But strong that weak souls may grow strong,
That men may take heart by the way,
Till the heavens break forth with the song
That will herald eternal day.

poem by Frederick George Scott
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Reborn

(6/11/12)

I have been reborn for my life had been
Broken, shattered, and torn.
No future could I see
Till the day you came into me.

You opened my eyes to everything around
Including the people " I had put down".
You opened my heart to other peoples feelings
And left my mind completely reeling.

How could I have been so cold, so ruthless
To others needs, and on their sorrows I did feed.
I thought by climbing the ladder of success
I had to put down all the rest.

Then in a dream I saw myself being lowered
Down into the ground, and not one friend
Or family member to be found.
There was not one tear shed for me
Because of the way I used to be.

I woke up in a cold sweat, my hands
were trembling, My eyes were wet.
I had cried in that dream
For my life I had seen.

I fell to my knees and started to cry
When I felt you by my side.
I asked you: "if when I ask a question
And it was your will
If in my body I'd feel a chill."

You gave me the answers to change my life around
And in you - a new life I had found.

poem by Louis Rams
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Ordinary human being

I am very shy
But a descent boy
Hardly of sixteen
Just out of teen

Know nothing about world
Turning hot and sometimes cold
Loose temper very easily
But fall in line readily

People say" world is wide open "
Open wings and fly even
Reach the sky and hit back the ground
Joy and love is surely to be found

I wish to be great man
Rule the entire world but as human'
Where there should be no misery
Life sans problems and worries

I am not snake charmer
But can be called as reformer
I mix with people and hear their woes
I know at heart where actually life goes

You need no big budget
Only open your heart and let
Show the world that you love and care
Heaven is here and you needn't go any where

Wish I could reach out and read their aspirations
The manner in which they want healthy relation
I have no magic wand to turn the equations
But certainly a logic to make worth mention

"Hello world" I am making scene
The impact you might have never seen
I shall rule the heart of millions'
As I wish not to rush to the pavilion

I am handsome and loving young man
Anybody may propose and be my woman
Yes, I am not at all in hurry
But some one has to enter and carry …

Who would want to be woman of my dream?
Who would join me in my lonely team?
I shall insist no one to join in struggle
As it won't be smooth or free from troubles

I can't look at the sky and count stars
They are from unreal world and very far
I want people should be seen as my stars
Never get disillusioned with uncertainties and wars

No doubt I am peasant boy
Have not come out from days of toys
People say "I have milky teeth"
I should be at home to be with

Yes I value home traditions
Parents and all occupy special positions
Yet brethrens from all walks of life come above
As they have shown and definitely proved

Our forefathers have shed the blood and suffered
I wish to run on their foot steps and offer
Whatever I can in my ordinary capacity
And come out with flying colors and show the dignity

What did our forefathers do?
Did not leave us behind to pass through
Great ordeals and lot many sufferings
We can prove right as ordinary human being

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human relation

"To dig one's own grave"
Nice attempt to behave
One should be called brave
As he can claim little sense to have

It is order of the day
Everybody wants to have little say
For nice effort in bringing down the tree
As we have liberty to pull it down free

Kill a person and get bail
Commit the scam for facilities to avail
Cause the pain and trouble the innocents
Enjoy the life and never resent

This is what we are doing today
In the name of progress all the way
Majority of people suffer and only few enjoy
Lead the life in luxury with almost decoy

Bread and essential commodity has become rare
Two square meals now no one can dare
It is called luxury to dream and have
Men in street have nothing more to crave

We are calling for revolution
Spend the time in passing the resolutions
It all remains in paper
People are on rampage over distribution of water

Who will bell the cat?
Where is enough to eat?
Grain rot in open
Naked eyes can see it even

We are free and democratic
Depend on figures and statistics
Millions die daily of starvation
Little aid reaches on the name human relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The reason behind

Why thoughts are pushing me to the corner?
Why that stage has approached me sooner?
The creator of universe may be clever
He has not given permanent stage to any one forever

It suggests that I must calm down
Leave all worldly pleasure and go down
Take no more responsibility and think fresh
Release the control over property and cash

I had collected it over long years
With great struggle and through tears
I had sweated in noon and gathered little by little
It had given me some respite at the end to settle

It was nice to feel with whatever I had
I was able to provide them house and bread
With good education and long carrier to enjoy
There was no room for complain or cause to annoy

Now I had realized that birds had powerful wings
They had everything on hand to dance and sing
"Was I coming in their way" this thought puzzled
I could not sleep properly that day and it troubled

So far they had shown no discourtesy
I was given everything and they obeyed too
There was no room for putting mistrust
But I had to act fast and it was must

I knew that day may come one day for me to quit
If I do it willingly then all members may greet
If I fail to distribute equally then it may create imbalance
So I decided to give it in everybody's presence

"Dear sons and daughters" I had called them in my room
I have given you enough of freedom to grow and groom
It is now your turn to share the responsibility
Relieve me from this burden and handle it with your capability

They saw the reason behind
As there was nothing unusual to find
It was all agreed amicably
I heaved a sigh and breathed happily

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Groupie

I read last Saturday in the
redwoods outside of Santa Cruz
and I was about 3/4's finished
when I heard a long high scream
and a quite attractive
young girl came running toward me
long gown & divine eyes of fire
and she leaped up on the stage
and screamed: "I WANT YOU!
I WANT YOU! TAKE  ME! TAKE
ME!"
I told her, "look, get the hell
away from me."
but she kept tearing at my
clothing and throwing herself
at me.
"where were you," I
asked her, "when I was living
on one candy bar a day and
sending short stories to the
Atlantic Monthly?"
she grabbed my balls and almost
twisted them off. her kisses
tasted like shitsoup.
2 women jumped up on the stage
and
carried her off into the
woods.
I could still hear her screams
as I began the next poem.
mabye, I thought, I should have
taken her on stage in front
of all those eyes.
but one can never be sure
whether it's good poetry or
bad acid.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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