Pose a question
She stared at my eyes as if to pose a question?
I could see anxiety on her face but found no mention
She looked worry ridden and closed eyes with tension
I could sense some urgency in her for submission
I was her long associate on the web site
She may come often on line and apprise
She was not renowned writer but talented one
Her ideas flowed with situation and run
I told her about my future plan to visit her country
She prompted me by saying why I preferred entry?
There were plenty or countries with fine landscapes
Why that has not struck me in mind and escaped?
She wanted to know exact reason behind my trip
I took care not to mention correctly without tongue slip
She expressed her inability to offer me any hospitality
As she was very poor and lacked basic amenity
“There are bitches instead and very much enjoyable”
It is good to be away from noisy places and agreeable
No one can disturb and nature can be seen closely
I felt pity on her innocence as she was feeling remorse
I won’t be able to reach at any destination including airport
The distance is equally far and costly for seaport
I am poor and from peasant family to afford
I shall not be promise or give you any word
I felt not pity or remorse for her frank talk
I was speechless and remained non committal during walk
Why did she say all this before a friend for nothing?
I was deeply feeling shame that she had told something
She had feeling of poor heart but elegant and keen
She was female but cent percent very rich like queen
She may claim nothing but offer vast reaches of human mind
She was there for everything and it was my turn now to find
I felt so small in stature compared to her vastness
How could she offer such generosity in nothingness?
Was it her cultural heritage or rich feeling for a friend?
I was at pain to learn it from the conversation at the end
Dear, you are master of an art
I have no words to appreciate and start
Why I ask for your company should not be matter of concern?
You only take me sites which may please me in turn
She was relieved from immediate worry
I mentioned my plan and expressed sorry
I was greatly moved by her simplicity and elegance
I felt so small and guilty in her presence
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Moni, You are dear
She is by birth an American
And I am an Indian citizen
We came in contact from Naijapal
She showed her excellence on arrival
She knew pulse by pulse and bit by bit
The danger and where likely to hit
She was not afraid but stood her ground well
She never preferred her agony or pain to tell
I cursed myself for not being rushing to her rescue
It was needed but could offer only words which were due
It was valiant effort on her part to stand firm
She was facing each and every crucial term
She stood for nice friendship and proved very true
I did everything possible to stay with her and woo
She was magnificent in her approach with attitude
I always praised her with nice words of gratitude
She was elegant in look and emerged as fresh rose
I wanted to see her in original form and nicely compose
Words of praise in the memory of her friendship
And to know exact feeling for the companionship
She was down with unknown disease
This made her uncomfortable and kept at unease
She was torn out financially and under tremendous pressure
I could do nothing except to give her moral support and reassure
What was she expected to perform under critical situation?
I asked repeatedly to self as I had in real sense infatuation
I could not open my self as it was not right moment
She sustained the onslaught and emerged strong with movement
She perfected her argument on current political scene
She opined “such denigration in level was never seen”
It was her presence of mind and strong will power
It kept her intact did not allow her to lower
I don’t know what will be my message to her
I was not sure whether it will add to her worry or bother
It was my deepest love and feeling
I wanted to go along with her and absolutely willing
She was very blunt in her presentation
This showed her strong resolve with indication
I loved her from bottom of my heart
She had given me feeling with very good start
She has emerged from long absence today
I think it was for her a superb shining day
She was on line with all her past elegance
I felt so elated in her presence
She was there like fresh rose flower
All glitter and shine which only may be had by fewer
I was stunned to see a powerful female friend
I dreamed of her to bring road to an end
* Naijapal is used to indicate as Nigerian friend
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With Eternal Peace
I found you with eternal peace
How you lye down with complete ease
No noise, no worry or reflection please
No one around to joke or tease
You were asking me to visit once
Something you wanted to disclose and pronounce
I took it lightly and ignored since
I had no idea about its seriousness hence
I enter your room with guilty conscience
I had not conceded or attempted for compliance
I was feeling deeply inside and regretted
Her eyes stared at roof now little deflected
“My dear” I was not disclosing so far
Now time has come for me to leave and join the stars
You would forgive me for my sturdy silence
I feel completely relieved in your presence
I could understand nothing from her whispers
She was making desperate try to utter
I could pick something here and there
She wanted to confide in me and stay near
She was hiding the truth since long
She was feeling guilty and wrong
Even though she had committed no ills
But she had clear conscience with common sense
She chose to remain quiet and preferred to talk no more
I too was preoccupied and confined to the memory in store
She was my close friend and advised me on many occasion
I could think of no ill acts on her parts and ruled out of question
She pressed my hand with motherly affection
This was only true part by her with action
Her eyes rolled tears with so much affection
I too cried with so much emotion and reaction
I did not press long for its disclosure
She was now seemed relieved from pressure
She had full contentment with whatever she did
She was now slowly closing her eye lids
I found you with eternal peace
How you lay down with complete ease
No noise, no worry or reflection please
No one around to joke or tease
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Money matters
Money may talk
Changer style while you walk
Bring arrogance at once
If you get it by chance
You may have feeling
Of rich man and willing
To reach for everything
Even if that includes murders and killings
It brings worry and tension
Person may retain and never mention
He may want still more
Even if rain sufficiently pour
Heart may turn dry
It will have no feeling to cry
It is like stone and can't shy
That is why rich are called worthless to try
Yet money matters
Most of the needs it caters
Change the heart of haters
You receive praise and honor through letters
If you use it properly
Stay calm and utilize orderly
Money or wealth may stay as long as you desire
Or else you may carry bad fame until you expire
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A rare gesture
She stood there at the gate
She wanted not to be late
I had every reason to hate
I did not take it as my fate
You had come all along to express
Your inner feeling with distress
I could read on her face clear anxiety
I sensed trouble and felt pity
I couldn’t make why she had to rush
What had compelled her to push?
Did she realize the importance of being in love?
What did she think of all and above?
Well, my anger petered out in a second
Why was she here without her husband?
Did he depart early leaving her behind?
I could not only understand but failed to find
Many questions emerged and immediately faded
She was very far from me and staying away as being wedded
I could only wish her a happy and long journey
She stood there as helpless and without money
Whatever may be the reason, I had no way to be angry
She was in shabby dress and also feeling hungry
I emotionally caught her hand to welcome as guest
I wanted to know her final destiny and quest
She sobbed for awhile and regretted disassociation
She was all for patch and reconciliation
The fate had played cruel killer’s role
She had nothing to remember except to recall
I still remained unmoved with remark
She had voluntarily go ahead and embarked
Luck would have its own role to play
I still felt sorry and was carried away
I extended sympathy for her being alone
Her life was devastated by cruel cyclone
I could merely extend her the lip service
I expressed sorrow for her husband demise
She confided in me that she was here for her silly act
She wanted to apprise me of her angle in fact
It was not she who played the negative part
It was painful for her to leave me alone and depart
I stood speechless and heard her version
I was getting to know her better with conversation
She was going all along with natural expression
It was not poetic but real heart burnt confession
I couldn’t cry with her for very simple reason
She was nice and had come as honest person
She was not here for any help but to tender an apology
I felt shame and couldn’t understand her psychology
We all err in normal dealing
We never go for any special healing
If we can do it earnestly and in nicety
It may add to color with natural beauty
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Strange are ways
Strange are the ways human beings prefer
Adopt double standard and willingly offer
All sorts of arguments to suit guilty mind
Yet claim morality and show to be kind
She is waiting daily for sunrise
Much awaited in store for surprise
She has her own ambition with love triangle
But no regret for lost love and having troubles
"Jealousy" is eating you away
She found nice way to cover and throw me away
As dear friend this was what I could offer
Even though much to her disliking and to differ
I begged to take leave from her and part
I thought it was company with bad start
Here was a well known personality I had opted for
But soon it was on brink and turning sour
I was zealous to defend her from misconception
She was dragged in for dreamy situation
I felt it unnecessary and preferred isolation
It was coming to an end of a beautiful relation
She was blinded by fancy ideas and odd conception
Someone had reminded her of lost relation
Now he had apologized and regretted the decision
This was the sentimental error she was flowing in with confusion
I can do no more but watch from across the fence
She has remained all the time in pain and tense
Even though I believed it was not correct and senseless
She had all the satisfaction to narrate on the face
I shall go by her wish
As no one knows how it may turn to finish
But surely it may not be pleasant
As in past we have witnessed many such instants
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Your Heart With Your Mind and Faith Is Your Doctor!
Some say they would share this if they could.
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they can feel yours!
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they understand.
And if there is anything they can do,
To let them know!
Sincerety like this is difficult to dismiss.
But pain is personalized.
And not quite felt,
Like the one who is feeling it!
Some may empathize, cry and hold your hand.
Rub it.
Or give a hug to pat a back!
It's a fact of your condition.
You are there without a physician.
However,
When your pain comes...
Attaching your heart, body and mind to it?
There is no question who it belongs to!
But what more can a human being being human do?
Some say they would share this if they could.
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they can feel yours!
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they understand.
And if there is anything they can do,
To let them know!
Sincerety like this is difficult to dismiss.
But pain is personalized.
And not quite felt,
Like the one who is feeling it!
And when you are feeling yours...
You know it can not be felt,
Like it has you feeling it!
And somehow you know,
It is there not to be shared!
No matter who, what and how it is perceived.
Only you know 'why' pain feels like it does!
It is yours and it has been received.
And only you can create that feeling to make it heal!
You know it is there and that reality has no appeal.
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!
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Music Band
Music band still plays and hold good as part of procession
Everybody prefer their presence in the opening up of session
They are still good at playing old music with famous tunes
It is general belief that good beginning brings the fortune
I heard from distance lovely music of band
May be they were the people dancing in marriage of friend
It approached the street blaring tunes from the far end
Wife was near and caught me mildly with the hold of hand
We both were happy and slipped in to old memory
it was cause of great concern at that time and matter of worry
I had happily consented and agreed to marry
Promised all the way to adhere to the responsibility and carry
The days Passed off easily like water flow
So peaceful, calm and quiet with maturity to grow
No worry, tension but ready to accept natural blow
Growth was fast but I kept pace little slow
She had never become so emotional
Held my hand with grip and intentional
She wanted to say thanks with little sparkle
Her grace was unique and very remarkable
Do you have anything specific in mind?
Do you want me something to find?
“No” came an answer from her with little tears
Separation at any time was cause of worry with fears
why are you thinking on those irrelevant matter?
Are you not well and feeling better? I asked
“I think but on different lines” was her answer
I have no clue but to offer suggestions fewer
What if, you and I are separated never?
Do you think it can happen in our life ever?
How one can or may get along in world?
Relation with all may freeze and get cold
This sudden Volvo from her sent shiver in spine
First time I felt it may prove true and she was not going to be mine
Was her indication real for sudden departure?
Was the fear for future was unwarranted and immature?
I failed to catch nerves and grasp her real intention
never before she has made any such mention
this proved as something new and bolt from the blue
I wondered and tried to know but found no clue
It gifted me many sleepless nights
was she correct in her own way and right?
I wondered but soon felt warmth in her hand
Music was dying away with passing of band
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The prisoner of his conscience (Story Poem)
He was very poor and he married a rich woman
So he got money but he became a very sad man
She couldn't have children, even it wasn't his game plan
One day he saw a widow walking down the street ''It's later'
He told her calmly and begun to discuss about life with her
He didn't know why he suddenly felt to touch her so tender
He understood her when she confessed her cried coeur
Saying that she had three grown children and she was very poor
And she had to work as housemaid at a loudmouthed boor
She was in pain and he felt that and to help her was his concern
He wanted to take care of her family asking nothing in return
He thought never to dishonor her acting as a father to her children
He begun to understand how unhappy was the woman he loved
When he left her for another one and she became so grieved
He asked her to talk about his feelings for her and she approved
He wanted to divorce to marry her and take care of her needs
Certainly he wanted to become an adoptive father of her kids
To make her the mother of his future children he made a bid
His wife didn't agree to divorce but he left her on her demand
He took the widow and went to find their soul in a far away land
His wife got crazy and she killed herself they found her on the sand
He went to her funeral to see her last time without annoyance
He begun to scream releasing something deeper and fierce
Without his wish releasing the prisoner of his conscience.
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
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Was He A Child?
Was he a child? (NARRATED 7/9/10)
I was feeling down and out depressed and in despair
My chest was feeling tight My mind up in the air
Like so many others I was living from week to week
I was all the way down to my lowest peak.
Nothing seemed to console me, so I decided to take a walk.
Sat on a park bench when with me, a child started to talk.
What’s wrong mister? You look like you lost your best friend.
But don’t you worry, for soon it will end.
Its just like when I play baseball, and I want to hit a home run
And when I don’t do it, I feel like getting a gun.
My coach always tells me that I can’t always hit a home run.
As long as I get on base, that’s all that has to be done.
I looked at this child, he had a big smile on his face
He took me back- to another time, another place.
Well I’ve got to run mister to meet my family
For they are always there to hug and comfort me.
I thought: now here is a child with wisdom
Who seems to know more than me.
How is this possible? How can it be?
I turned to thank him and to tell him to have a nice day
But he was gone, he just slipped away.
I got up off the bench and looked all around
But he was not in sight, and nowhere to be found.
I felt a sense of freedom, like a burden taken off of me
For all those cares and worries, no longer bothered me.
WAS HE A CHILD?
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A slip to sleep
I go in to sleep to meet sure shot death
It is nothing but belief and faith
I have always lived in fear with
When I woke up find the closed teeth
It is unusual to believe in mythological truth
We live in fool’s paradise for feeling to soothe
Nothing helps in turn other than to create bogey
Mind is arrested and thoughts don’t emanate free
Ho many deaths you have to go through in life span
Is it like floating on life pond like white swan?
Do we go deep in water and not coming back again?
What do we do to come in life and regain?
It is absolutely painless odyssey
No one can offer any logic or alibi
It is happening daily and almost certain
I develop no amusement or pain
There is o escape from sleep to slip
It is successful onward trip
We sit on throne as powerful king
All courtesans offer the dance and sing
It is another world with all the comforts
All thoughts of day rush from mind and report
You perform there as super hero
Though you are worth nothing but zero
It is better to die once
There won’t be any pain or worry hence
You die thousand times a day
The sleep is only easy way
It is almost impossible to live at ease
It is stagnated and no fresh energy to release
I am not at happy and pleased
I wake in sleep and life seems to be ceased
It is tortuous and full of agony
I don’t know but it may be suffered by many
It may unwant call to decide at this stage
Still it is difficult to stand alone and manage
Let it be probed fully to help us later
It has to come sooner or later
Whether it is in day time or in sleep
It definitely gives us good slip
Let us escape this confusion and stay clean
We have many ways and means
It can keep us away from worry and tension
It is not worth here for all the time to mention
The death certain and bound to take place
It is to be realized and can be read on face
it should not engulf our mind or lay a seize
Life may come to stand still any time and cease
Give a nice slip to sleep
Smile always and good health to keep
Good bye to mythology or any theory
Keep it way if it causes worry
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Our Own Grave
We dug our own grave
We simply surrendered and gave
All our freedom and sovereignty
It was bad on our to show inability
They have only exploited situation
We are to be blamed for its continuation
Even after so many years of freedom
Have we ever felt its test seldom?
We blame the invaders for doing wrong on our country
But we never point out the disunity and feel pity
Even today we are pulling our own legs
Every one is known by different tags
We may offer great sacrifices but of no avail
The situation may still be grim and prevail
Why all bloody wars have failed to deliver results?
The nation has remained under domination with insults
We focus only on atrocities committed in past
We have no courage to point out lapses but cast only doubt
Who cares for the country’s future division?
Only we invite enemies for further invasion
Now they may not come with huge armies to invade
They will make you slave by offering trade
Whole system may be bugged to weaken base
You may then have no time to come out of it and chase
When you are under economic domination
Whole of the countries affair may be subject to question
You may have no say in international affairs
No one may see you with respect and offer chair
Many countries have rolled under financial burdens
They have bartered national interest with stance hardened
Country remains poor along with large population
Bulk of them hardly meet requirements in relation
Country need to be self sufficient in all respects
Young, old and alike must come out strong with acts
If we can manage our own affairs and stand
Nobody on earth can subdue us but remain as friend
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It Is Your Plan
'LORD, I know it's your plan,
just help me to get through it.'
I came across such nice prayer in wall
It was reader's observation and fine call
'Beautiful words in your wall'
'It has made strong appeal'
I take it as Lord's plan for future
You can be my friend and for sure
She roared into laughter
No doubt she took it as joke matter
'Lord has sent you for me' I added
She had now opened up to talk free
You have made strong appeal
I wanted it for real
I proposed a nice deal
She began and started to feel
'I am here for you always'
'Let Him suggest and show the ways'
I was glad and happy as well
As she had responded positively to the call
Your dreams may always pay
When you are out for it and find the way
She was agreeing to what I was about to put
Her mouth remained wide open and not shut
I felt as if scaling of the wall
What a nice way to respond the call
'You are not dream but reality
The love of true feeling and fine quality'
'I am already on other side: ' she added
'Just divert to my side' I reminded
I shall take you to world wide
Make you to feel deep and slight
If you are after it and willing
I shall hold you with feeling
If you feel it honest and right
I shall always go for it without much fight
I shall make you miss
Your may remain so in morning breeze
Only one and forever one for me
I shall take it watch you as bird free
Just come near
Without any fear
I shall offer friendship and no tears
As you shall be always be called dear
Should I embrace?
Bring happiness on your face
If you say 'yes' in this case
I shall dream it for ever in any case
If you say' no' or never
I will go on until say you are fed up
I shall love to and remain on top
You may prove true and never stop...
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Thank You
Thank you for everything,
May I dare to say something?
Not kind or unkind like thing,
Love is only kind we find in living being,
I was no where near sanity,
Neither thirsty nor felt guilty,
It was misconception to feel pity,
Kind heart with face so pretty,
Love can never be silly,
Can rose be ever being Lilly?
Rose is king of flowers,
No equal, parallel or answer,
Love is not kind to forget,
Always in mind and heart so set,
Nothing will matter or appeal,
Even offer marriage or idea I repeal,
May not be her true intention?
To prepare for initial prevention,
Never did she said or mention,
Her plan for permanent desertion,
Nothing goes as per scheme and plan,
Nor any body can put temporary ban,
Once it is not in our hands or luck,
How can we lament for loss or work?
I have firm faith and belief,
HE may grant me solace and relief,
I must stand and face,
No question of loosing the race,
I must refrain from accusing,
Stop on thoughts and arguing,
Pray for her comforts and stay,
Living far and far away,
Nothing can take away or demolish,
I may live and not perish,
Memory in mind always to cherish,
Task not easy and yet to finish
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Happy valentine
Is life not having many ups and down?
To share grief and happiness of own
How to enjoy it single handed and share?
Does l that look sound and fare?
We may have brothers, sisters, mom and dad
They may share our grief and feel very sad
All stand united and back up in need
Still we long for more and need feed
The family may have natural bond
As in one circle fishes swim in pond
To see each other and move in concentration
To take care for each other and count some consideration
Valentine may be real expression of love and attachment
The real bond and love for each other to share at the moment
It is natural feeling to have come and really to be felt
How the fragrance from natural flowers is spread and smelt?
I wish the valentine to form part of life in each day
I think that is nice feeling to come in each others way
How can there be different feeling when we look towards ray
The same sun shine creating all happiness and energy even being away
This is how we feel for each on this occasion
Countless or few members may need some mention
It may not be possible to reach and embrace
Still the lovely and beautiful memory may shine our face
Has that become customary or just a formality?
It has not outlived its importance or utility
It is not the friends alone that need good will
But for brethrens across the globe to feel
I dream of those faces who needs real smile
Even though not friends but come in a thought for while
Strike with all their pale faces, plight and agony
I move with them, offer smile and wave at so many
As writer many extend wishes to me and expect same
I respect their sentiments and want to exchange it by each name
Some of them might have not have reached to me personally
I wish my sincere feeling to reach them as if conveyed orally
Let my each word touch their thoughts in mind
I shall equally feel and strive hard to find
How difficult was it to make place in their heart?
I was just an ordinary human being without any art
I wish to flow in with their sentiments
It is really nice to feel at this moment
Who knows where we may expect to meet again?
But if God willing, we may do it again and again
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Very hard
Very hard
Parents expressed helplessness
Worry lines could be seen on their face
Further study was beyond their control to afford
I was full of tears and prayed lord
I begged to friends for old books to read
They merely showed scant respect and shook head
It was not only the problem with books but with uniform too
Night had descended on earth only for me and it was true
I saw dark clouds hovering over head
Complete future looked bleak and dead
No help was to come from any corner
Those days were really unforgettable and grimmer
I used to cry in one corner
Curse the luck and saw it as eye opener
One must work very hard for children
Not a little hardship should be faced by them even
I could understand the agony and pain
Parents were helpless to ask me again
I was not blaming them either
I was dear flower to them and brought me up as Gardner
Even though very poor they cared me at every stage
Now it was my turn to change the history and write new page
At whatever consequence I might have to face future course
It must be done bravely to augment some income in their purse
Life mission had become now so important to me
I was to take decision very fairly and free
Parents were now my first priority
They were to me very dear and next to almighty
I preferred service to mother land
Lovely chance to lay down life for holy land
What else can be a chance to be considered as honorable?
Rich or poor can have the same opportunity on table
Uniform gave me sense of pride
There was visible comforts and nothing to hide
World had become large and very wide
I was no poor boy now felt no divide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Truth To Tell
When your heart melts
The depth of sea is felt
All unknown kind of treasure tries to come out
The mighty pen tries to speak it all about
It is felt by others and appreciated
As it has something to be related
So far not done by anybody else
Joy, happiness pain including curse
Ideas flow like river water
But any times they may alter
If find with stiff resistance
It will change course without any insistence
You need not think about plot
It is already with the poet
Only needs little impetus
Pure innovation with ample thrust
Little plight may affect your heart
For sufferings of poor ache may start
That is how human beings are made
Poets are no different and don't treat it as trade
Love feeling is with everyone
Even cruel may have it as one
He may long for his family and children
And rush to them with slight bad news even
So you should pen whatever you feel
That can be called Almighty's will
No all can write or pen exceedingly well
Each individual has different truth to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should we feel
Should we feel ashamed of poor parent?
Is it the feeling so basic and inherent?
Can we make the difference not apparent?
What should and can be the real intent?
Do we need parents so rich?
Can they take us to highest peak or reach?
Can they make us to read human values?
Do they have any way to find the clues?
Can the poor parents prove to be real hindrance?
Can any one sight even single instance?
Are all big celebrities belonging to or from rich background?
Safe position and fortunes easily found
Poor parent never failed to teach
lessons of simplicity and hard work ready to preach
Never taught disobedience and rules to breach
Stories of fairly tales and not those of witch
May there be some compelling circumstances to yield
insistence for more efforts and hard labor in the field
Never to surrender or yield to pressure
Future for child always assure
It may not be matter of great concern
Can not disassociate self as matter of discern
Certainly Herculean task and very much on hand
Days are far off when child may grow and act as friend
Rich can afford and have an easy access
Relentless efforts for good education with no recess
Rich may prove and excel with his entire source
Poor may face problem but come out with force
Rich and poor really does not matter
Caliber is to be proved on simple platter
Not that rich may only shine
Poor may not leg behind and achieve the fine
Intelligence and personality is not anybody’s domain
Rich may find place and poor outside remain
Opportunities are open and free for all
Hard work and dedication is the final call
Strive so hard to reach on the top
Endless drive or progress non stop
What matters most is brilliant show?
River may remain calm after furious flow
Some of the youngsters blame the parent
For hardship and misery prevalent at present
There is lack of understanding and vision absent
It is like shadow on moon when looks like crescent
Many have come of their own despite being poor
Nothing prevented them from knocking the door
It was zeal and determined efforts to attain
Highest position and dignity to maintain
Good children bring credit to parent
They consider the opportunity as heavenly sent
What matters most is utilization of source?
It may shape the future with available force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Set to sail
I was all set to move and sail
Fearing it may be stalled and sometime fail
Ideas rush to mind and create tension
Nothing is impossible but still big question
It is matter of pride but relate to significance
It may have more credit and importance
Small things don’t matter much in process
But highly appreciated when find easy access
I struggled very hard to make the headway
Faced the resistance and was left midway
Continued to strive more without feeling bad
Many times it leads to the situation very sad
Everybody may not have situation very similar
Long drawn fight with rough weather in particular
May end into fiasco or complete disaster
Forcing him to rise above everything to become town’s master
Lessons drawn in process may help for future
All problems may not have complex nature
What requires most is tactful handling
Unforeseen situation but require emergency landing
Loosing composure or patience may not be good
Peace and calm must prevail in mind and serve as food
What ever may be the problem, it must occur casual
Face it boldly and should look very normal and usual
It is one’s own destiny and future
May not be able to do it in fixed tenure
Maximum efforts one can have and try
No use to shed tears and offer simple cry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What A Feeling
Nows the time when this will turn to fruit
All the poppies gonna push up through
And I can see the ground below
The places that I know, disappearing
And I can see the winter fade
I dont feel so afraid its clearing
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and always outside
But now I know I shouldnt care
Theres a song already there
Waiting inside
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
And I can feel the crock unwind
The parts of me I tied are running
And all the birds are in my head
The laughter that was dead is coming
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
Oh, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
song performed by by Heather Nova
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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