Peak top
After reaching peak
You have nothing else to speak
You may be called weak
And also arrogant and freak
When you are so deep
There comes only one thing laugh or weep
No other option but
Only real feeling and one adoption
Love is not a game
Play it and later on blame
You can’t have or forget
Respect the wishes and let
When you attained everything
You should consolidate and do nothing
Think of other steps to be useful
Devote on ways to server as purposeful
World may look small in your opinion
As you were the lone strugglers without any companion
No one showed or suggested in your campaign
Now you have complete sway and legitimate reign
Yet respond with responsibility
You have come out successfully with ability
Now more time is to be spend on charity
That may be sign of some good sense from divinity
Part with some of the best things you have
The almighty was kind enough and gave
You utilize it for poor and general welfare
You may find applauses and blessing from all over
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From human vultures
She has lot more to fear from human vultures
Even though she can’t see but knows enough of culture
Many abuses heard from others and get little scared
But she is determined and not ready to be feared
She has lot of feed backs from parents and elders
She has lot more responsibility than others
She has rich treasure of intact virginity
She has fine touch of purity and divinity
She fears of any kind of touch
This is how she has been fed and taught
I see her wondering in dreamland
She wants someone to be called close friend
She can pick any signal from sentences
It is her on the spot picking sense
She wants to be my real admirer
I see the sense behind and turn her listener
She is afraid of her ordinary look
I give many examples from the books
She is as intelligent as others are
Very bright and little shining star
You can’t read her mind that easily
She holds it back and talks with you readily
There is no stoppage in between conversation
She looks straight and pose enough of questions
She has only one thing to remember
That grandpa has only high regards for her
She is doing exceedingly well in his opinion
He is always blessing her for settlement and union
I did not gave encouragement to her for feeling bad about curse
She was not the only one on earth to face that kind of course
But being at receiving end, she had phenomenal strength
She has perfect beating heart to pick any good length
She has lot more worry about moral values
I had difficult time to convince her for those dues
She must come to real terms with fast moving world
She must secure the line and choose safe fold
She feels emotional torture
Life seems to her not fully secured
I assuage her feeling by saying “Trust Him”
Leave it to His domain and peacefully dream
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Can It Go
(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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You Can Make The World To Live In
You Can make the World to live in a far better place
Not for yourself alone but for the whole human race
By treating everyone as your equal if you look you will find
That those different to you in their ways good and kind.
Racism born of ignorance that does seem fair to say
And racists seem out of place in the World of today
In a multicultural World they do not fit in
If you do not show respect then respect you cannot win.
Some people in their small ways are so very small
They believe on a fair go for their own kind but not on a fair go for all
In a multicultural society they have no part to play
They are self defeatist it does seem that way.
We are what we think we are and it does seem to me
That our reflective mirror in others we see
If the spirit of egalatarianism and the fair go for all we embrace
The World for us living in it is a much better place.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Im Catchin Hell
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
Tonight, i, I just want to talk to the ladies, oh fellows your cool but girls
If youve got a good man, youd better keep him,
Oh I know youre saying right now, what does she know
Who is she to tell me about my situation, well, I dont know your situation
But whatever it is, you should try to stay together
You know that big argument that you had the other night, remember
Well, today its not nothing, just dont let him leave you honey
Cause then youll find out that it wasnt those real big things you loved about him
It was the real small things, go on and laugh but its true
You know, things that youve seen a thousand times around the house
But never paid any attention to, like helping with the groceries
And helping in the yard and painting and repairing and huh, paying the bills
But you know now, all I have is memories and regrets
I could have given our love a chance to grow but no
I had to challenge it and be heard (oh), let me tell you something
That female liberation stuff, I dont know, sometimes I dont think its worth it
And Im really feeling, feeling kind of bad yaul, Im catching hell living here alone
Hmm, I never realized, oh lord, that you mean so much to me
Im catching hell living here alone, I want you to come back baby
Come back cause heres where you belong, oh yeah
If I could replay, if I could replay that whole scene again, oh well
You know that I would never, never say it again, that our love, our love is at its end
And oh, you know that I would kind of ease on back, yes I would
And let confusion pass on by, I took moves well, oh yeah
Without one good reason why, Im catching hell, catching hell
Lord Im living, living, living here alone, alone, lone, I didnt believe it could be
You know all the pressure on me, all the time, oh, Im catching hell, well, well
Living here alone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, to tell you the truth
To tell you the truth Im going out of my mind---, yeah, oh do you hear me tonight
I dont have too (this is my story) much more to say except
Somebody (hey, this is my song) told me that if youve got something
Thats good to you and you dont use it (sad, sad) you might lose it (sad, song)
(song, so sad) so girls hold on to your good thing (oh), (you gotta hold on a little bit now)
And dont let go, oh---do you hear me tonight, its so sad living alone
Living alone (hmm), hold on to your good thing, hold on, (well, well) oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah---oh, oh, oh, lordy, lordy do you know what its like
Catching hell, (somebody turn up the microphone, oh---), oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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After Break
It is like Deep Ocean
It takes place any time even
You may be surprised to find
As it makes you attached and very blind
What remains there after break?
No one may be able to speak
One may go sometimes very weak
As chances to meet again becomes bleak
You never left me alone
Whether it was heavy rain or cyclone
You remained stead farm like rock
As you were made of different stock
You are cam and quite today
I presume you had got hint that day
You were destined to go away
Leaving me behind alone to stay
I may miss your absence
I had lot more to learn about its essence
Love is such a gift from almighty
There lies complete wonder of the beauty
I can spend whole life with simple thought
The love and joy you have already brought
I can spend rest of the life in memory
There is no question of feeling sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real Good Looking Boy
When I think back to the
first time in my childhood
When I saw that face
I thought right then,
'That's a real good looking boy.'
I saw myself in the mirror
in profile
for the first time
I thought,
'Hey! That's a real good looking boy'
And I felt then
that I moved
With all those lucky bucks and angels
High in the theatre
In the sky
So I went to my mother
I said,
'Hey mom - take look at me'
Have you ever seen a teen
Fly so high?
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
She said,
'Son, well, you know,
you're ugly boy.
You don't really look like him.
In this long line
There's been some
real strange genes
You've got 'em all
You've got 'em all
With some extras thrown in
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
Wise men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
But I - I give in
Falling in love, in love with you
Now I'm here with you little darling
And you say, 'You're beautiful as you are'
And I've managed somehow to survive
You arrived in my life like a fragrance
And helped me find a way to laugh
And I know now so-called beauty lies
God gave him a face
Then he gave me something above
God gave me grace
Then he gave me your sweet, sweet, sweet love
You make me feel like a real good looking boy
I feel like a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
song performed by by Who
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New Biography
See youve got the new biography
Where did they get the info from
Same as before some, so called friends
Who claim to have, known me then
How come theyve got such good memories
And I cant even remember last week
Got to queston where theyre coming from
What knowledge of me is it that they speak
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, oh the name game,
Lord its a cryin shame
Lord tell me whats to blame
Reinvented all the stories they know
Give them all a different slant
What is it that theyre really looking for
Just a hobby on the internet
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, the name game,
Oh its such a cryin shame, tell me whos to blame
If they didnt really know me way back
How can they know me now, in any respect
Its a pity they dont feel the pain
That they should pay the price to play, to play
The fame game, the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play, have to play the fame game
Oh the name game, its a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They keep on playin
The fame game, oh the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Keep on playin the fame game
Lord, the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They just keep on playin the fame game
Oh the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
Keep on, keep on playin..
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Offer That As My Option
Why should I drain from exhaustion,
To maintain gains in a campaign?
Or be bombarded by others,
Complaining about their aches and pains...
To remain sustained in an unnamed game?
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
Why should I be grouped in a herd,
To leap collectively in a chase over hurdles.
Give me those tools as you promised you would do.
And I will do what needs to get done...
Without standing in line,
Waiting for someone's stamp or sign of approval!
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
Why should I drain from exhaustion,
To maintain gains in a campaign?
Or be bombarded by others,
Complaining about their aches and pains...
To remain sustained in an unnamed game?
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
And if that is not the case...
I'll make the choice to sit out this race,
Paced...
To slow my steps,
With those who choose just...
To 'Hang-in-there' as if for them,
This swinging in the wind,
Is an honor!
And for me,
Hanging anywhere is not an option!
Or a request to be approved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tore Down A La Rimbaud
Showed me pictures in the gallery
Showed me novels on the shelf
Put my hands across the table
Gave me knowledge of myself.
Showed me visions, showed me nightmares
Gave me dreams that never end
Showed me light out of the tunnel
When there was darkness all around instead.
Tore down a la rimbaud
And I wish my message would come
Tore down a la rimbaud, you know its hard some time
You know its hard some time.
Showed me ways and means and motions
Showed me what its like to be
Gave me days of deep devotions
Showed me things I cannot see.
Tore down a la rimbaud
And I wish my purpose would come
Tore down a la rimbaud, you know its hard some time.
You know its hard some time.
Showed me different shapes and colours
Showed me many different roads
Gave me very clear instructions
When I was in the dark night of the soul.
Tore down a la rimbaud
And I wish my writing would come
Tore down a la rimbaud, you know its hard some time.
You know its hard some time.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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For A While
Lost in day to day
turned another way
with a laugh, a kind hello
some small talk with those I know
I forget that I'm not over you
for a while
A wave an easy grin
a smile to put them in
with other lives to listen to
and some work I've got to do
I forget that I'm not over you
for a while
Days go buy with no empty feeling
until I remember you're gone
People say to me,you need company
when you have some time to spend
drop around and meet a friend
they forget that I'm not over you
for a while
they forget that I'm not over you
for a while
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Lovely beating heart
We have lovely beating pure heart
Injected by God and heavenly art
Only kindness to be shown and nothing to part
If we can show little with very good start
If poor see kindness in your eyes?
They have all thanks giving and nothing to ask why?
God himself is before in the form of ordinary woman
Blessed with divine power and caring for all human
No one is prepared to serve the destitute
We have no were to find such kind and noble institutes
It requires greater understanding with wider concept
Only service to render and always ready or very prompt
Flow of rushing river waters can be controlled
New and energetic disciples can be enrolled
Dams can be built across river and water can be stored?
But what about inner call to be acted upon and explored
Not all may go in for charity or good cause
They are not blinded by disbelief or paused
Some awakening efforts are needed to arouse
As heart is always ready to respond with no grouse
We are fortunate enough to have all facilities
To be kind or bear sympathy is very good quality
It is not an order from almighty to be his strict follower
But clear commandment not to go away or make it slower
You land a helping hand and see the gratitude?
Eyes may speak with altogether different attitude
They are not helpless but fallen out with favor and victims
We can visit them individually or making small teams
Share a piece of bread and you can save dead
Clear apathy and remorse for world is read
They want some to come and wipe their tears
They have undergone enough and now have worst fears
When they see young and able bodied with all the happiness
Their soul cries out a foul and discrimination is seen on face
They have no reason to curse but definitely question to ask
Why they were singled out on earth from His noble task
It is commonly said and believed too
All wrong does suffer here only and it is very true
There is no other world to decide their fate
So it is still good time left for not to be late
It is our social responsibility to respond
We are like fishes of different kinds in pond
We try to make it fresh and free from any stink
This can be made possible only if we trust in Him and think
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To The Christian Reader
Reader, I am a fool;
And have adventured
To play the fool this once for Christ,
The more his fame to spread.
If this my foolishness
Help thee to be more wise,
I have attained what I seek,
And what I onely prize.
Thou wonderest perhaps,
That I in Print appear,
Who to the Pulpit dwell so nigh,
Yet come so seldome there.
The God of Heaven knows
What grief to me it is,
To be with-held from Serving Christ:
No sorrow like to this.
This is the sorest pain
That I have felt of feel:
Yet have I stood some shocks that might
Make stronger Men to reel.
I find more true delight
In serving of my Lord,
Tan all the good things upon Earth,
Without it, can afford.
And could my strength endure,
That work I count so dear;
Not all the Riches of Peru
Should hire me to forbear;
But I'm a Prisoner,
Under a heavy Chain:
Almighty God's afflicting hand,
Doth me perforce restrain.
Yet some (I know) do judge,
Mine inability,
To come abroad and do Christ's Work,
To be Melancholy;
And that I'm not so weak,
As I my self conceit,
But who, in other things have found
Me so conceited yet?
Or who of all my friends,
That have my tryals seen,
Can tell the time in seven years,
When I have dumpish been?
Some think my voice is strong,
Most times when I do Preach:
But ten days after what I feel
And suffer, few can reach.
My prisoned thoughts break forth,
When open'd is the door,
With greater force and violence,
And strain my voice the more.
But vainly do they tell,
That I am growing stronger,
Who hear me speak in half an hour,
Till I can speak no longer.
Some for, because they see not
My chearfulness to fail,
Nor that I am disconsolate,
Do think I nothing ail.
If they had born my griefs,
Their courage might have fail'd them,
And all the Town (perhaps) have known
(Once and again) what ail'd them.
But why should I complain
That have so good a God,
That doth mine heart with comfort fill,
Ev'n whilst I feel his Rod?
In God I have been strong,
When wearied and worn out;
And joy'd in him, when twenty woes
Assail'd me round about.
Nor speak I this to boast;
But make Apology
For mine own self, and answer those
That fail in Charity.
I am (alas) as frail,
Impatient a Creature,
As most that tread upon the ground,
And have as bad a nature.
Let God be magnify'd,
Whose everlasting strength
Upholds me under sufferings
Of more than ten years length.
Through whose Almighty pow'r
Although I am surrounded
With sorrows more than can be told,
Yet am I not confounded.
For his dear sake have I
This service undertaken,
For I am bound to honour Him,
Who hath not me forsaken.
I am a Debtor too,
Unto the sons of Men;
Whom wanting other means, I would
Advantage with my Pen.
I would, But (ah!) my strength,
When tried, proves so small,
That to the ground without effect,
My wishes often fall.
Weak heads, and hands, and states,
Great things cannot produce:
And therefore I this little Piece
Have publish'd for thine use.
Although the thing be small,
Yet my good will therein,
Is nothing less then if it had
A larger Volumn been.
Accept it then in Love,
And read it for thy good:
There's nothing in't can do thee hurt,
If rightly understood.
The God of Heaven grant
These Lines so well to speed,
That thou the things of thine own peace,
Through them may'st better heed,
And may'st be stirred up
To stand upon thy guard,
That Death and Judgment may not come,
And find thee unprepar'd.
Oh get a part in Christ,
And make the Judge thy Friend:
So shalt thou be assured of
A happy, glorious end.
Thus prayes thy real Friend,
And Servant for Christ's Sake,
Who had he strength would not refuse,
More pains for thee to take.
poem by Michael Wigglesworth
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It is
It is
Easy to advice
And look wise
But difficult to follow
With lying low
Lesson to forget
But not others let
All rages within
But unable to win
Respect to elders
But in words to wonder
Forgets to soldier the responsibility
Clearly proving inability
Why to speak in air?
When we are not fair
Simply to forget others
Think of only self and bother
We are like that
Feet down to earth and clearly state
We will not change
Even with the advancement of age
We may die as it is
And blame for fault of His
May call poor human being
Even when death approached king
So die honorably as wicked person
You may feel happy with reasons
At least you may feel good about being bad
So there won’t be any excuses for feeling sad
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Freak Parade
I never was bothered by bad dreams
They never made me afraid
But then I never did dream Id wake up
And find me in the freak parade.
I guess I had to find out the hard way
I shouldnt have been so proud
cause here Im the main attraction
Of every giggle in the crowd.
So I gotta
Take my place in the freak parade
See my face in the freak parade.
In a world full of freaks
You can creep, you can crawl
But the worlds biggest freak
Is the one with no balls.
You know you shouldnt poke fun at strangers
Or pity their case at all
cause there are lots of friends and lovers
That take it kind of personal.
You might appreciate our position
Dont laugh at our freaky ways
You might find yourself tomorrow
Marching in the freak parade.
You better
Take your place in the freak parade
See your face in the freak parade
Get of the sidewalk!
song performed by by Utopia
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Should We Ponder
Why should we ponder?
And think of his creations as wonders
It is all to show that he is almighty
And we as nothing but single entity
Nothing here takes place as an accident
It is one of the memorable moments
It is just a blessing sign
We must obey his message and resign
Why was the cross created?
Why is it not condemned but celebrated?
What lovely message it contains?
Sacred message and Holiness contains
I weep at the tragic ends
But treat every foe as friends
He has put lovely heart in him to pulsate
One day he may realize and relate
Nothing to wonder on this beautiful earth
It covers life, struggle, accidents and deaths
Somewhere volcano eruption and some where fine oasis
How can we analyze logic behind and thesis?
My naked eyes won’t believe
Even if earth giving away the way and deceive
There may be some secret blessing
Even if we have to watch many things missing
It may reflect bright rays
That may guide us and show the ways
We may not err this time for any reason
We love to live here as humble person
You gave away your life for unknown cause
Let there be no violence with complete pause
Hate may be replaced by love and peace
Not religions, regions but whole world may live at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love is.......
Love is something that I cannot explain.
Like the look of a dream, or the smell of rain.
Love is like a mountain, that is very hard to climb.
Nothing can describe love, not a song, or a poem's rhyme.
Love is never love, until you give it away.
I think true love is forever lasting, like good tooth that won't decay.
Love sometimes is heart breaking and it really is not fair.
But when yo find true love, hold on, because to find true love is rare.
Out of all the guys I have every met.
There is one that I will never forget.
God told me to choose this guy, from all of the rest.
Because God knew I would love him just the very best.
Everyone thinks I am lying, and that I can't fall in love at such a young age.
But every thought, every sweet thing he says, just makes me write another blessing down, and fill another page.
He loves me when I am pretty, and he loves me when my face is plain.
He loves me on the sunny days, or even when it's pouring rain.
And the day I met him, I started to see.
That the feeling of love exist in me.
Love brings out all my saved up wishes and tears.
Love helps me believe in myself, and fight my greatest fears.
Most people my age don't have much to say.
Because they have not experienced true love, I know there is no way.
I feel so lucky, yet so good to know he's by my side.
And now that the doors of forever are opened, my feelings I will not hide.
Because he is the one that stepped out of my fairytale dreams.
He is the only guy that shows me what true love really means.
This love we share is like sky diving, because when the parachute breaks,
It all becomes missing, and my heart trembles and shakes,
No other feeling in the world could ever compare,
To the relationship and love that he and I share.
From the way he looks at me, I see the future, present, and past,
And because of this feeling that almost makes me hurt, I know that this will last.
Sometimes I laugh when he's not even funny.
I always regret when I call him a dummy.
Just like Cinderella, and the great morals she was sending,
I know that this love is rich, and it will have a happy ending.
I asked God for a boyfriend, he gave me true love,
I asked God for a small red bird, and then he gave me a beautiful dove.
I asked God for a pond, and he gave me a lake.
I asked God for a cookie, and he gave me a whole whip cream cake.
I asked God for a flower, and he gave me that too.
But most importantly, I asked God to send an angel, and he sent me YOU!
poem by Heather Noble
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Role To Mention
We are human but not perfect
Yet pretend to be ignorant with the facts
Remain in total in darkness with no curse
Care for no one and never feel with remorse
We are intolerant
And act as mean or less important
Take pride in false living
Boost in arrogant manner and firmly believing
Women by any means no mean
They are kind and very keen
To respond with care and affection
We only hurt them with our action
They believe in building relation
Smile and show the indication
We fail to respond only with one consideration
They are sex object and need no elevation
Where all these steps can can lead to?
Is our approach honorable and true?
If so then we may need complete overhaul
If not then it may certainly invite downfall
They have tolerated enough
Passed through and walked on rough
Surface with so much of insult
Yes survived the bond and rebuilt
I care not because they women
But as companion and true man
They need our care and attention
Forget about their important role to mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad
There's a sudden sadness in the air.
I can feel it everywhere.
It is all around,
Weighing me down.
it just won't go away.
I don't know what kind of sick game it is trying to play.
I want no part of it,
But it won't let me quit.
It keeps holding on
When all I want is for it to be gone.
I want to ba happy again,
To laugh and have fun with my friends.
I want my laugh to be real.
I want to laugh because that's what I feel.
I'm done with feeling this bad.
I am so sick of being sad.
poem by Ashley Reese
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A Divine motherhood
I had no answer for her seeking motherhood
The storm was expected as it was likelihood
The desire was so intense that it almost made me to sink
I sat motionless and eyes remained static without any blink
It is blessing from God to attain body perfection
It can be had only after rendering some satisfaction
Why does this question arise when there is sudden urge or indication?
Why does woman demand after feeling so much suffocation?
It is not easy to feel pulse of psychological mind
You may go for easy way out or try to find
The real crux of problem to have some escape
Try to think fresh and give it a complete reshape
Is it strong feeling to come and take shape of little child?
Why does she agree for total forgiveness and go very mild?
Is it divinity call to be responded by her with greater responsibility?
Is it not the genius call emerging from within to be followed with ability?
I read between lines the strong urge and decided to act
It was no game of love or hate but simple act to react
Why was that intense feeling for bearing a soul in womb?
Why initially I thought it like explosives used in bomb?
She had her own reasons to express true form
She was attached to earth loved creation like earthworm
It was in fact her womb that longed for some lively space
There was nothing new in her mental agony like mad race
She was expected to think on general lines of all mothers
She had followed family patters consisting of sisters and brothers
I bowed my head in respect to her wishful thinking
It saved me from negative thought and sinking too
What did she whisper in my ears when I was too close?
“I want junior man in my lap with same pose”
What an ideal thinking when she was really in turmoil?
Heart and mind at daily clash with mind ready to boil
“I feel jealous for being your close friend”
“I see in it as new beginning and not the end
Let stars and moon shine in their own sphere!
Why we should not acclaim our feat without any fear?
I couldn’t believe my eyes but saw the bright shine
She was perfect model with eyes so beautiful and fine
I was to deliver her happiness for divinity call
It was just to take me to sky without further fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prajapati or prajapita
Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind
He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes
Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late
You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base
How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully
Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold
Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument
I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action
* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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