Plight or Hunger
It is not plight or hunger
People are burning with anger
With decades and centuries passing over
They have yet to find shelter or cover
They have no means to find square meals
Someone is there at the top to steal
Their means of livelihood
Their only hope to live nicely in the neighborhood
We have stooped so below
We can’t see others happy or allow
We thrive on coffers business
No worry lines even on face
They have enough patience to tolerate
They know it is futile on their part to relate
Who has time to care for human values?
Their only aim is to deny the legitimate dues
Even sun does not spare them from burning rays
They have to toil hard with hard ways
Their babies cry for the want of milk or food
What else is there to feel so good?
Yet they have lion’s heart
They stand erect and look smart
They have high respect and honor for others
Except few essential things they don’t have to bother
No noise or flutter is created
Babies are silently cremated
River washes their remains silently
They watch it go quietly
I will give full marks to their tolerance
They deserve all kudos and praise hence
Poor are not burden on anybody
They are pulling on this earth for somebody
We may err if they are under estimated
Their position is not understood and clearly stated
They need proper care and attention
If basic values are realized and needs retention
It is not plight or hunger
People are burning with anger
With decades and centuries passing over
They have yet to find shelter or cover
They have no means to find square meals
Someone is there at the top to steal
Their means of livelihood
Their only hope to live nicely in the neighborhood
We have stooped so below
We can’t see others happy or allow
We thrive on coffers business
No worry lines even on face
They have enough patience to tolerate
They know it is futile on their part to relate
Who has time to care for human values?
Their only aim is to deny the legitimate dues
Even sun does not spare them from burning rays
They have to toil hard with hard ways
Their babies cry for the want of milk or food
What else is there to feel so good?
Yet they have lion’s heart
They stand erect and look smart
They have high respect and honor for others
Except few essential things they don’t have to bother
No noise or flutter is created
Babies are silently cremated
River washes their remains silently
They watch it go quietly
I will give full marks to their tolerance
They deserve all kudos and praise hence
Poor are not burden on anybody
They are pulling on this earth for somebody
We may err if they are under estimated
Their position is not understood and clearly stated
They need proper care and attention
If basic values are realized and needs retention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not Known Outside
Not known to outside what is called hunger
It is not natural phenomena or coming out of anger
It is felt when fire is inflaming inside
When frustration is growing wide
You get no sleep when hungry
You look towards sky and feel sorry
Your hands are empty to feed
You are unable to meet the need
Hunger can burn whole of empire
They have only outrage and burning fire
No one can kill their spirit
As no hope is seen or lit
Many may be starving to death
So many may be enjoying with wealth
They need only two pieces of meals
We can’t have for them a nice deal
Let there be no hunger as proclaimed
No nature alone to be blamed
We have done injustice to nature
We have blackened our future
There is no answer to humanity
But yes it is poor thinking and bad quality
We can feed their mouth and see smile
That is what we can do for a while
We can for a while alienate
But we can’t afford to eliminate
Humanity as such can’t relate such things
It needs great care and more of something
Mere food grains may do little
They need to think positive and settle
How nature and forests are basic features!
This may become permanent and we may not have any cure
Sun may be blazing in noon
You may realize the devastation very soon
Nothing can shelter us from future gloom
No temporary steps can be considered in room
Soon it may turn into reality
We may loose out control and ability
Many more starvation deaths and deforestation
Not good place to live in then without sanitation
Let us groom with whole world
People are sympathetic and not turning cold
They want every human soul to live with peace
At least two time meals at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Live In World
To live in world as man or woman
You can prove as true human
Who stops you from living as you like?
This idea must remain at heart and strike
Noble people are those who live on with ideals
Their life is simple but in fact very real
They have nothing to hide or make deal
It is always their endeavor to have sympathy and feel
Human race is not what we have made
We need enough of digging with spade
The earth can be made soft and fertile
The garden can boom in its own way with style
We have forgotten the basic values
Humanity is not realized with its dues
If we can’t give good or worthwhile to anyone
We are shame on earth and hence claim none
Not everybody can be assured of lovely life
As everybody is expected to walk on an of knife
It can be made rosy and worth to live
If we adhere to and respect the life of others and believe
If you bow your head with respect
No one may have any kind of grudges to react
You will be given due weight age and recognition
Your word may find right place with consideration
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hard Hit
I am not hard hit like stone
Even though I prefer to remain alone
I may be lion hearted but coward
Doesn’t see something good beyond
I feel no pain when someone hurts
It matters little when someone reply curt
Why I take it to heart when fully known?
Why to remain sad throughout for reasons unknown?
Even hard stones may be feeling cold and hot
They might have also wished shade or sought
I have left that desire for people concerned
When they chose me as target and guns turned
I bore enough pain and burden
It was quick and all of sudden
All might have though I may go berserk
I will tolerate silently and not speak
I have human feelings with brave heart
I don’t consider it as illusory art
It is time to act in resonance with pulse
It will be futile if one doesn’t act with sense
People enjoy by showing some kind of intolerance
They need people to be humiliated in their presence
More or less it is so with the loving couples
No help comes forward but floods with all kind of troubles
By God’s grace, I am blessed with peace
I show resilience, patience and live at ease
I show no tense feelings on face
Yet I am human being in race
I always desire to be on own feet
I wish people to love me and greet
I don’t want someone to curse with ill thoughts
As I am peace lover and don’t want wrongly to be caught
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Search Is For True Happiness
Our search is for true happiness but such we cannot find
And such a gift if it exist not meant for human kind
For some this life is hard so hard a battle all the way
Their plate with food is seldom full they live from day to day.
And others with more than enough are not prepared to share
And for the hungry and the poor they spare no thought of care
They are possessed by demon greed their demon grow and grow
The more they have the more they want and unhappiness they know.
The more they have the more they want they live with grasping hand
And why wars and famines in the world not hard to understand
Too many die for want of food and too few seem to care
And a half a million become poor to make one millionaire.
And greed and the great need for power the scourge on human kind
And our search is for true happiness if such there is to find
And the distribution of wealth as ever seems unfair
And the hoarders far too many and the kind of heart too rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A hidden treasure
There is hidden treasure in sea belt
Everybody has realized it and definitely felt
It is beyond anybody’s reach mostly improbable
Even thought we may have means and are capable
It has taken years and may take even more
To know exactly how much more to explore
It may yield precious things but still remain a mystery
It has long story to tell with complete history
The life is like deep sea and not totally understood
We have spent it in search of roof and food
The fight was for firm establishment and to stay on
It was illusory impression that we have sway over it and won
In fact we are where we were initially
No break through or in road is made really
We have strived hard to maintain the personal identity
To some extent we have succeeded to maintain the entity
As an intelligent human being, we are still ignorant
It was desperate search and efforts were constant
It was deeply probed to find out the exact mission
Why are we on earth with so much of confusion?
We may find some of the solutions from religious source
Something can be addressed from powerful speech force
The religious heads try to harp on fruitless drive
It is still difficult to rely upon and believe
There is only one thing for sure
No on can perfectly make you assure
What all earthly things you may carry with?
Why are we tongue tied and showing only teeth?
Probably we have come to know after years toil
Anger, frustration and worries internally boil
No further aim is seen with continuation of life
It has been understood as edged end of knife
One quietly knows that everything has to be left behind
Nothing comes along and still no peace is likely to find
It is burning desire to do something worth while
The life is continued in quest for meanwhile
Even though it was battled through various means
There were enough of losses and gains
It has satisfied lust and good part of thinking
Most of the parts have left us in dilemma and sinking
One simple truth is definitely emerged
All conflicts and interests are peacefully merged
Something has been realized from the personal experience
Life was in total disagreement with lots of variance
Time has come to wake up and realize
The soul has to be searched and obliged
The life mission is lone battle
One must pick the truth and settle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No One Can Defy
No one can defy
No one can deny
The truth behind
One must try to find
Who we are?
What for we are?
Why stars are far?
What on earth we are for!
Not much to break
Not so loud to speak
Feel great and not weak
Embrace the people and greet
Love is only message
Was yesterday, may remain tomorrow and for ages
I feel strange but agree
As we are human being and very free
I shall and forever
Forget not ever
Just be in me for time to come
Stand in wait and always welcome
I wish to cry
But may be futile try
She will not tolerate and feel shy
Why at all then I must attempt to fly?
Mari to carry my entire burden
But she did not promise it all of sudden
She has waited to respond
I stand still as am very fond
I fly in air only to come back
Find the truth so much at stake
What if she refuses to align?
I must take course and safely resign
I should not be selfish
Every one is going to perish
Let there be honor and trust
What is to be left behind is clear and must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This be the last time we use the phrase 'Slumdog
We, as Indians, have reasons
To be proud of having
Created history by the film
“Slumdog Millionaire”
At the same time, we, as human beings,
Have to have hung our heads for
Having created slums
Slum, as it means
An overcrowded area of a city,
Where the housing is in a very bad condition
And people live in unhygienic conditions
With no basic facilities
And who created slums,
Not the people residing there
But those whose greed has brought
These slum dwellers into these
Unfit-for-living conditions
The technicalities employed in
Filming this movie deserve all praise
While the different ways of living
Of the slum dwellers equally deserve attention
Of the entire human race
For correction and improvement
The film was declared to be
The best-directed
While the slum tribes have no directions
And they have no one to direct
The film was declared to be
The best film
While the slum where the film was shot
Is the worst place
For any human being
Let the recognition of the film
Bring to light the plight of slumdogs
To the fore
And let the human race do everything
Possible to move these people
Out of the slums, wherever they are,
And to help them live a decent, if not better, living
We shall be doing a great service
If this becomes the last ever time
We use this phrase “Slumdog”
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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No More
Father was running small shop
As trader he was considered flop
Even though with investment he was called merchant
He was gentleman and had no reason to resent
We used to live and pull on bare means
As he was in fix to find two square meals
Income was low and always falling short
His boat was never reaching at port
Totally unconcerned with worldly affairs
He seemed to be kind at heart and very fare
He will call me near and put hand over head
Advise of me of few words and try to read
Tears may just roll from my eyes
As I could see pain in his futile try
He wanted me to grow as fast as possible
To remove all poverty and take the family out of troubles
The hard days existed for many days
He could bear no more and passed away
I was informed of in the school and rushed
So as to witness but nearly got pushed
He was laid straight on ground
People around him were silently found
No one uttered a word but consoled me
As I was still minor and seemed laden with worry
I did not forecast about what would be the future
Now everything was rested with on the mother
I was her sole hope and she had no tears
She was mentally prepared to look forward and bear
I could see and experience little grief
But it soon got vanished and remained for brief
We could wait no more for sad days
There was urgent need to cope and pay
Death of an elder in home is huge loss
It can result in loss and may certainly cause
The heavy burden on family members
To face it bravely with lots of things to remember
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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On Threshold
Are we on threshold of second revolution?
Millions heart already felt its elation'
Few steps away to root out corruption
If things go with support without interruption
People can tolerate maximum
They have zero power tolerance and can bear to minimum
The elasticity can loose its sensitivity
If compromised with its quality
No tyranny can last long ever
People may not forget it forever
When chance come to strike
Tyrants has to flee and take firs flight
One voice is sufficient
To raise the banner and message be sent
It may create the ripples in enemy circle
They might now have sensed the trouble
This is how revolution takes place
It is for survival and not for any race
Popular will is against the misrule
They can’t make everybody fool
Country must come first above everything
Its unique stand and pride is meant for something
No matter how much sacrifice we have to give?
Else our future generation may not forgive
The holy soil always wants sacrifice
A stable stand and with full of promises
That land may remain sacred and for all
The poor and deprived ones must receive attention and call
We can do even without meals
But they should not make move to steal
On our freedom and hard won liberty
At the cost of our inability and poverty
We may die for honor
But not for corruption and dishonor
They must get warning signal
That there may be unpleasant situation on arrival
Let there be good sense and prevail
All systems may not work and fail
We stand together for it not to succeed
They must pay the respect and heed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is not worth
Did someone say life is not worth to live?
Without dishonest means it is difficult to survive?
Not possible or any steps to revive,
So forget about means and connive,
Why to worry when everybody live same way,
Why I concentrate more and attention pay,
Why I care in matters where I have no say?
So simply I differ and uncaringly lay,
Why to worry about another world,
When no one has seen it and definite word,
All fear about Almighty with praying O, lord,
I can stand aloof in corner and afford,
Neither do I wish to swim together,
Nor do I care to sink and bother,
I search the ways for happiness further,
Can any one say my efforts may wither?
I still firmly believe in efforts,
All ships may not land in ports,
Nothing can succeed without any support,
Not with blessing alone or prayers report,
With smooth sailing there is no problem,
With sinking of ship passing only blame,
Why not we think and share also claim?
This is not my way of thinking and not the aim,
I think life is beautiful and thousand times worth,
No blame games and no ideas forth,
Success or failure face of the both,
Only we fail to see in cloth.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take proper care
Take proper care
Else you may land somewhere
You may find it hard to carry
You will curse and forget to merry
Better wake up and nurse properly
Shape it well and in manner very orderly
Enjoy the fruits and stand erect
With nice posture and stand correct
The healthy body and mind go together
Worry free life and need not to bother
Full activeness through out the time
Prevents a person from committing any crime
Think well and perform too well
There won’t be any bad story to tell
Helps the society and nation too
Great substance in it and very true
Any nation is prosperous if citizens are healthy
I may lead to stability and called also wealthy
Less spending on health and more on welfare
If we contribute little and take care
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A worry for homeless
Why I don’t worry about homeless?
Why do I roam aimlessly and careless?
I have nothng to show on face
You won’t find any regret or trace
I have enough to last long
I hope nothing goes wrong
It shall remain same forever
I have full safety with cover
This is thinking of common man
He is contended with as human
He hasn’t come across the pain and agony
Hw hasn’t seen the horrible plight of many
I would love to be among them
No use to criticize or anything to frame
It is not created by destiny alone
This conclusion is far off gone
What can we think of lessening the plight?
We may start with few from the right?
It may not affect the scenerio even slight
It is to be in context of the light
Can we not provide one homeless a cover?
Can we not provide at least drinking water?
This may certainly be the human gesture
I see at the end a lovely and bright future
You may find the satisfaction of unqiue kind
It is not the quantum provided to a simple blind
It may be generous feeling that is appreciably found
See the result when you happen to make a round
Millions may find smile on the face
There won’t be bitterness among the race
The poor may be called poor always
We need tocome out of doorways
Can we not remove that sorrowful state?
Has that come to them out of fate?
Do they deserve no sympathy and only hate?
Rush if you can to their help without getting late
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life full of surprises
Life is full of surprises and come in abundance
Happiness and joy celebrate it with dance
But do not cry in crisis and let yourself down
It is exclusive domain and should remain as your own
Face the reality and do not run away
Many hurdles may come unexpected on the way
Take it to heart and feel so happy
Contentment and happiness surely may vary
I wish to sing in adverse situation
I know it will not have longer duration
It may last some days more with its continuation
It may provide reasonable solution to so many questions
No fruit is enjoyed without hard struggle
This can not be had in dense jungle
It can be created at any confidence level
It is the high time to perform it well
The face may dry up with more worries
The tension and temperament certainly it carries
How to overt come burden and free from uncertainty?
It may not help if you pray more to any known deity
It is time bound capsule that keeps you healthy
Some may remain poor and some may become wealthy
Nothing in fact alters basic state of mind
Some new dimension is added with happiness to find
The parameter of happiness are never made known
It is different level and smooth lines are drawn
It may cause anxiety but invite some breakdown
You will be dreaming high and certainly be flown
It is better to tone it down and treat at par
The poverty and agony may be pushed far
The richness may be felt when it comes right way
You may want it to retain and not go away
It must make you humble, decent and earthly
Some ways to learn to spent life merrily
The key of success lies in happiness
Everything will be lost if developed weariness
We are fully aware of onward going quest
Still it needs tiresome approach with its best
Nothing may come in simple or hard way
It may be there if you bow down and pray
The greatness is not lying in what you do have
It lies in its use how responsibly you behave
Many may have the fortunes but fail to take care
They may find place where no body would dare
It is ultimate place where all might have to go
Everything is left behind and no time to show
Its glitter may be lost for the want of proper use
No current may pass if there is no fuse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Are No Different
You are no different from others
This must be made amply clear
As you have bones and blood
And to keep it in motion you need food
God has given you small mind
It is in upper compartment to find
Keep watch over movement and monitor
Remind from time to time about real mentor
You are sent here to fulfill the mission
Carry on with whatever you think is right and with permission
You may decide it with full knowledge
As you are free man and not under any bondage
So to claim you are different is to raise certain kind of bogey
We all live under certain conditions and with his mercy
Man may differ temperamentally in approach
But ultimate goal is same and lies with each
Yes you can be different if adopted evil path
Where you loot, plunder and enjoy blood bath
You become hard liner with all kind of lies
Where no ordinary man may prefer or try
Some one becomes rich by inheritance
Someone remains poor because of luck by chance
Someone faces it easily and someone cries all the times
Yet everybody enjoys the life with good or bad times
So to say you are different is some what intriguing
It is hard to take for consideration and viewing
You might have gained wisdom little earlier
Otherwise everybody acts wise and accepts readily
It is tantamount to degradation of mankind
To certain things we act irresponsible and are all blind
We care for no one and ditch others at eleventh hour
We think about no one and even take little care
I bow to almighty for having given precious means
To lead the life of human being and try to win
The hearts and feelings of destitute and poor
Here we can be different and act different altogether
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How right she was?
“Grandma, grandma” we may shout and usher in house
We may trouble her even with slight appearance of mouse
She was there for all practical purpose
We had no reason to guess for anything or suppose
She was towering strength at her age and guided
Her magic spell and words always blinded
We will not dare to defy her in any way
She will not feel bad we would keep certainly away
She had created paramount position
We accepted it as fine and well composition
She was philosopher, guide and everything
We will rush to her if something was not found or missing
If we don’t find her then we shall certainly miss her in the evening
We will find it difficult to forget any unusual happening
It will be difficult to sleep quietly in the night
We may feel something for not doing anything right
We may silently debate “How right she is?
“Even today God blesses in peaceful night”
Her utterances prove very right
We will try to forget the scuffle or swift fight
She may confide in me by saying
You just remember God by simply laying
If sleep still eludes then try to pray
The sound sleep may not stay away
It was her life's treasure
This was given for sure
You should benefit out of it
The lamp remains always lit
She may quietly come on bed side
Put her hand over head and spread it wide
Fingers may move in and give some sort of comforts
She makes all convincing with all possible efforts
Even though she had no formal education
Still wisdom on her part gave full marks with indication
I was taken full care of with very good advices
She had no clue as to with any of the devices
If you compare any living thing by first hand
The female character may not come at the end
It will always occupy dominant and honorable place
She is there to offer us strength and courage to face
I have vivid memory for her to remember
How inseparable part she was as member?
I still cry by hiding the face
She has left behind everything for us to trace
Almighty is very much pleased to bless us with such gift
We will never experience any discrimination or shift
She will give us everything possible with so much joy
We should take advantage out of it and fully enjoy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A trusted friends
“Grandma, grandma” we may shout and usher in house
We may trouble her even with slight appearance of mouse
She was there for all practical purpose
We had no reason to guess for anything or suppose
She was towering strength at her age and guided
Her magic spell and words always blinded
We will not dare to defy her in any way
She will not feel bad we would keep certainly away
She had created paramount position
We accepted it as fine and well composition
She was philosopher, guide and everything
We will rush to her if something was not found or missing
If we don’t find her then we shall certainly miss her in the evening
We will find it difficult to forget any unusual happening
It will be difficult to sleep quietly in the night
We may feel something for not doing anything right
We may silently debate “How right she is?
“Even today God blesses in peaceful night”
Her utterances prove very right
We will try to forget the scuffle or swift fight
She may confide in me by saying
You just remember God by simply laying
If sleep still eludes then try to pray
The sound sleep may not stay away
It was her life's treasure
This was given for sure
You should benefit out of it
The lamp remains always lit
She may quietly come on bed side
Put her hand over head and spread it wide
Fingers may move in and give some sort of comforts
She makes all convincing with all possible efforts
Even though she had no formal education
Still wisdom on her part gave full marks with indication
I was taken full care of with very good advices
She had no clue as to with any of the devices
If you compare any living thing by first hand
The female character may not come at the end
It will always occupy dominant and honorable place
She is there to offer us strength and courage to face
I have vivid memory for her to remember
How inseparable part she was as member?
I still cry by hiding the face
She has left behind everything for us to trace
Almighty is very much pleased to bless us with such gift
We will never experience any discrimination or shift
She will give us everything possible with so much joy
We should take advantage out of it and fully enjoy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Swing Pendulum
You swing pendulum of your own
Make your intention known
Let them know what you are after
Then sit lightly and roar into laughter
How does the depression come?
When you think of it so much and welcome
If Cleopatra can not be your then think of Angela Julie
Devise the plant and feel from heart very happy
If you can not touch moon
Think of blazing sun in noon
How come laborers work very hard!
Sweat more still look forward
Everything thing has its own importance
It is just luck by chance
If you have born in influential family
Live there with joy and happily
If you are born ugly
Don't think of it unnecessarily
It is His desire
That you are brought here
You may get only that
What is destined in your fate?
Nothing more and nothing less
So doesn't draw worry lines on face?
You may find no depression
If you develop an art of confession
It is guilt that may be omitted in admission
You will feel happy as ever without any confusion
Be contended with whatever you have
Think of people below you and nicely behave
You shall overcome short comings
It may provide you means of nice being
This is way of life with uncertain journey
Some one may have in abundance and in plenty
Someone may be starving and dying
Of hunger and on ground lying
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Holy Shrines
You swing pendulum of your own
Make your intention known
Let them know what you are after
Then sit lightly and roar into laughter
How does the depression come?
When you think of it so much and welcome
If Cleopatra can not be your then think of Angela Julie
Devise the plant and feel from heart very happy
If you can not touch moon
Think of blazing sun in noon
How come laborers work very hard!
Sweat more still look forward
Everything thing has its own importance
It is just luck by chance
If you have born in influential family
Live there with joy and happily
If you are born ugly
Don't think of it unnecessarily
It is His desire
That you are brought here
You may get only that
What is destined in your fate?
Nothing more and nothing less
So doesn't draw worry lines on face?
You may find no depression
If you develop an art of confession
It is guilt that may be omitted in admission
You will feel happy as ever without any confusion
Be contended with whatever you have
Think of people below you and nicely behave
You shall overcome short comings
It may provide you means of nice being
This is way of life with uncertain journey
Some one may have in abundance and in plenty
Someone may be starving and dying
Of hunger and on ground lying
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tis Part Of Human Nature
I take them as i meet them of people i must say
And if some disrespect me in kind them i repay
Respect me and I'll respect you in that i do believe
'Tis part of human nature to return what you receive.
'Tis part of human nature for to like words of praise
A big boost to the ego and our spirits it does raise
Kinds words they make us happy when nice things one to us say
To feel flattered by the compliment that is our human way.
Some criticisms of us we see as quite unfair
And damage by lies done to one's character is quite hard to repair
Those who tell you that mud sticks are saying what is true
Never lie about another and give everyone their due.
'Tis part of human nature to stick by your own kind
Football fans in art galleries you are not likely to find
You show disrespect to someone that person will not respect you
And what you do to others unto you they will do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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