Psychology
Human mind is driven by crazy psychology
Control the rage by burning even effigy
Hit the person either with lethal weapons
Or insult its pride by oozing venom
Gets hurt by own thoughtless misadventure
Fail to make good will or graceful overtures
What is needed? only two beautiful words
Humble submission and prayer to Lords
Nothing can go wrong if fear is driven
Honest approach with sincerity proven
Not upsetting mind with slight set backs
Relentless drive with new energy and packs
With Almighty’s grace life can be full of joy
Nothing satisfies and sinister plot employ
Try to snatch by force and others annoy
Hiding identity under by presenting decoy
Feel always jealous by others success
Try to interfere and poke by gaining access
Not to rush for help or going to rescue
Seize the opportunity and fame undue
Everyone should behave in responsible manner
No need to prove it by employing scanner
Why not avoid unpleasant ways or cater?
This will become known sooner or later
We are burning from within if dreams not realized
Things don’t on expected lines or materialized
Try to evoke mixed response or get wild
Forget the simple courtesy by acting as child
How you can burn others house?
Without hurting your own fingers
How can your rage affect others feelings?
When you are in fire and not cooling?
Control the rage and nurture the good will
Try to overcome short comings and feel
Things may improve and go to your way
Happiness and joy grow each and every day
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Devil Music
They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.
Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!
Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.
Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.
This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!
Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!
The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.
'ssssyesssss...
Children! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many things are unsaid
Many things are left unsaid
Not much attention is also paid
It is best to forget it once for all
Even if that has caused our down fall
Life is full of enterprise
New day open with sun’s rise
Full of avenues mixed with surprises
All to hold good with firm promises
Live and let others live with least interference
Right lesson with logic and correct inference
Quoting the sentence with authentic reference
To fulfill the promise when committed at once
There are many ups down as hill curves
It inspires us and in many ways serves
To boost our energy and come off with great zeal
Life is then taken as mission with aim to make it real
It makes us all the more important
Some of things come as very instant
Grief sometimes weaken our spirit
It has damaging effect and we feel it
Do the tears must fall and be seen?
You should be bold enough and very keen
Hold it with all your strength and close to chest
Dash it against and sail through at its best
In some the quarters it is argued against
Tears are best means to enlighten the chest
It will reduce the heaviness and tension
Let it come out with force without any mention
To the lonely place but not in isolation
Live with it and solve it with complete liaison
It has direct bearing with mind and has some relation
It must be understood and left with no more questions
The success also drives person to be burst with tears
It is uncontrollable emotion that is erupting without fear
One can not remain aloof when it is showered with success
It has to come out in open if find no other access
Let us not forget that being human you will have to act as human
There is no exception for genders like man or woman
They have equal amount happiness and despair
To control it in reasonable manner will be fair
We are driven by the emotional forces
It may be joyous or full of remorse
We got to live with those unbearable factors
In any case as losers or victors
Some people may cut a sorry figure at little setback
I will always prefer to encourage them by giving back pat
It will prove as great starter for controlling the emotions
There won’t be any need then to search for any options
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Half won
I wished it to happen
It did not materialize even
I wished a death for foe
But that also did not take off or go
So many times we expect irrelevant
To take shape as per wish in present
It speaks of our sick mind
As that can never be expected to find
What drives us to believe in all such?
Not desperation but realities untouched
Something can't take off the ground
So it must be accepted as not sound
We are forced to believe in like weather forecast
That mars our journey with good start
If that is based on make believe theory
There shall bring only uncertainty and misery
We feel jealous of others progress
Where as it has nothing to do with us in any case
We fail to concentrate on what we have
Talk loose and irresponsibly behave
No one may appreciate our views
Even though they may have same point views
At least they conceal it behind the mask
Where as people like me even at courtesy sake fail to ask
We need to be reasonable in approach
Nothing comes easily on the way as such
We need to strive hard and gain access
Then only happiness may be seen on the face
Let us have good manner in all our dealings
No ill will or any sort of that feelings
"Perform well and expect good" legendry tale goes on
"Sow the seeds and reap the food" battle may be half won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always rememeber
Don't forget to wish a person
it has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
'Hello brother' I pray for you to lord
It doesn't cost you anything
You stand to gain something
It is considered as good manner
You can do it without any banner
Bitterness may go in seconds
you need not go and find the words
it has its own magical spell
everything may look so well
It takes so much time to patch
Time is precious and you can't catch
You will have to act fast with all possible means
You may not find hatred but only love scenes
you just offer beautiful smile
Wait not for reply and stay for while
it will have its desirable effect
Relation may improve with long spell and affect
what do we loose if we say simple 'hello'?
It is mere invitation for things to follow
forget the bad things and insult to swallow
Great tradition teaches us to lie low
Good, thought must emerge from heart to flow
Adversary may forget the past and try to be slow
No emission of poison but sweetness to grow
cool reception may disappear with simple words of 'Hello'
it may wash the dirt of centuries
happiness will be seen everywhere and no more worries
opening of new chapter with new relation to emerge
burying of differences with sincere urge
What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred to rule the scene
we should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen
Enemy can't face you with powerful weapon
He may be in real confusion to find out the reason
Love can't be substituted with any kind of gesture
Wish al the persons sincerely and make it sure
No mad person may come and simply assault
He may have some grudge against you for some fault
Love can melt his anger and help o evaporate
We can't simple blame it to a fate
If you give proper care and attention to plant
It will stand erect with pride and never slant
It too needs everything with mild touch
We must behave in cordial manner as such
If you show same courtesy to youngsters
They may prove humble and not turn as gangsters
Who can be blamed for their lack of understanding?
It may really be considered as peaceful ending
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good To Know
Good to know
It is good to know all
Acquaint nicely and pay a call
Accept or reject by simple choice
Never fool a person with false promises
World is full of different people
Some extend help and others create trouble
Yet we accept them as mere compulsion
There is full knowledge but we raise no question
It is equally good to love everybody
But that should not be the botheration for anybody
If they poke unnecessarily and interfere
They should be told frankly without fear
In doing so you may avoid the company of few
Pay scant respect and never accept their views
In normal dealing that may stand good
The difference or choice is clearly understood
We may be feeling uneasy with lot many of them
We have no means to tackle but receive unnecessary blame
Such people cause irritation in mind
We go all out to shut the door and wish never to find
Some are irrational and few may be really concerned
They may come to rescue when really cornered
Any assistance, that may be needed, is sincerely offered
It is nice to reciprocate in a manner even if opinion is differed
We will have to choose the people of lesser evils
Some may try to over impose and try to grill
Yet human mind is such that you can't avoid
We have to meet the challenge and fill the void
We may want to disregard someone but can't do
The situation may force us to reason and pass through
That may create irritation but serve the purpose
In that case we must know the human art and put in use
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kind words
Kind words have got no parallel
They play good role and excel
They are very vital in any field
They exert influence and results yield
What a beautiful response you get?
Bitterness disappear and soon to forget
Opening of new relation with warmth
No scuffle, no bad feeling aftermath
In day to day life it has lot more to do
It makes your way smooth to get through
You face no hurdle and it is easy going
Everything is perfect with smooth sailing
It enhances your status and personality
You are in position to prove your ability
You can easily draw adversary to your side
As you have greater insight with angle wide
It has got soothing effect if two good words are spoken
Dead lock is finished and long silence is broken
It costs nothing extra if one uses cautious mild words
It is leaving behind very good impression after words
It has got wide recognition and realized too
Some solid force is behind and it is also true
It has wide impact and leaves behind good will
It holds its ground making everybody to feel
Eco balance of mind disturbed with slight bitterness
It gets inflamed with unpleasant frankness
Bold words may sometimes have undesirable effect
Person may bear ill will in mind and surely act
It is advisable not to act in haste and use words
It inflames the mind and doesn’t allow us to absorb
Surely it is unproductive to feel ill treated
The behavior and response counts how it is meted
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let It Burn
So many things are hidden
A question that has no rhyme
Walking in a circle
Too many things we can't define
Wandering thoughts
Wonder what thet must mean
Mind finds no peace
The whole keeps going, can't be seen
We try to find our way out
There's no escape from a mixed up life
We keep trying to push on
Just gotta let it burn
Let it burn
We gotta keep trying to push on
Let it burn
Existence lined
With diligence it should make sense
So simple it cannot be
So empty it ends up dead
Choking
Seething
We suffocate ourselves in shame
Running from our dreams
We try to find our way out
There's no escape from a mixed up life
We keep trying to push on
Just gotta let it burn
You feel that there's no way out
That there's no refuge for you
You feel that there's no way out
That there's no end in sight
To win you've got to shine
Taste the life inside
No holding back
Past regrets can't breath
If not allowed to seize
A lifetime full of promise
Exquisite painting hides
Mistakes and first drawn lines
The colors that have run
The canvas that has turn dry
Never do
Never cry
These are the words of those
Who never had the guts to try
We try to find our way out
There's no escape from a mixed up life
We keep trying to push on
Just gotta let it burn
Let it burn
We gotta keep trying to push on
Let it burn
Time has a way of forgetting
All the times we took wrong turns
No need to keep on reliving
Ready to burn
Take a chance
Just gotta keep pushing on
No need to keep on reliving
Gotta let it burn
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Picking Up the Pieces
Picking up the pieces
You scattered across the floor
When you in a fit of rage
Walked out the door
You cared not what you had done
Nor the hurt you were to cause
Your bitterness was so great
Within your jealous rage
You tore so many leaves
From our daily page
You yelled and screamed
Letting no other’s words in
You accused with contempt
At what everyone had to say
Blaming everyone for your misgivings
Saying it was all their fault
Two small faces watch from the hall
At your reckless wrath
With tears of fear they watch
As you smash things against the wall
You have no thought of what you do to them
No thought whatever at all
You are so consumed with rage
At things you’ve made up in your mind
You see not the hurt
You are going to leave behind
When you barge passed them
To get out the door for ever more
Now I’m left picking up the pieces
Hoping that they will all fit
Comforting the victims
Of your fit of jealous rage
Hoping I can find enough pieces
To start a new daily page
poem by David Harris
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Horn Blowing Day
Today was a horn blowing day
Maybe it was the temperature
That made their mind stray.
Their frustrations are rising high
It seems they want traffic to fly.
These are the rage warriors with their road rage
Because of this, many a life will change.
When they run over a pedestrian
Or crash into another car
Because their rage had gone too far.
They all claim to be running late
That they have an important date
Maybe it’s to meet the undertaker
Before they go to meet their maker.
Then all the “ I’m sorriest” come out
Of that there is no doubt.
But will the “I’m sorry” bring back the
Life that was taken, or the damage done
To that person and families.
This is something that I can not see.
Let’s think about it before this rage takes control
For it can not bring back that lost soul.
CONTROL
poem by Louis Rams
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Prabhu's Blessings
The sky may look hollow
But certain things are expected to follow
*Prabhu, Lord has showered me with blessings
An old man dying on death bed sees it as kind things
Not all may realize the importance
If little good is said at once
It may not be by chance
But from heart by an ounce
I am humble man
Ordinary and down to earth human
Feel sore at plight of bird even
After all it is fancy and deliberately driven
What poets generally feel and write?
Clash it with changing world and fight
Leave no ground to convince the readers
That you need a voice not from leader
Not metaphors or beautiful words may appeal
Not a good picture or contents may look real
But if feeling is mixed with simple words
It may certainly work with people to look forward
Many things are happening around
Not feeling of closeness is found
I feel dejected as if to have wasted time
Life is so precious and not to be spent cheaply sometimes
Someone showed me the way and pushed me to front
To show the masses that there is something not to confront
Love and peace can't bargained with hatred and annihilation
Mother earth is beautiful to live in and build very good relation
*Prabhu…..God, Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple grace
I felt as if she is near by and around
Still not seen and could not be found
Touches me gently when I go round
Sweet presence felt when feet placed firmly on ground
Icy winds pierce through in wool
Nice feelings and mind stays very cool
Reminds of her sweet company and presence
As love to me is matter of pride and essence
Nothing detracts me when I sit and think
Eyes stare for moment but not offer a wink
Gradually it shuts down and starts to sink
When come back to sense and freshly rethink
She has made great impact on my mind
Thousands of attempt made but couldn't find
She is not beautiful figure but simple entity
Can be felt but not seen even if she is in near vicinity?
Such is her noble gesture and grace
Sincere try but no where to trace
I am for her but not in the race
But fresh blood rush and visibly seen on face
Is she prevalent in small particles of air?
In distinguished fire, dim light, bright ray or flair
I feel warmth in her fingers when moving in curly hair
Inner soul sometimes cautions me it is not only fair but rare
Why her presence around creates puzzles?
I feel very good in rain when it drizzles
Everywhere she can be felt with little ease
Memory strikes continuously and not even cease
I must acknowledge it with full sincerity
May be it is eternal love with simple continuity?
You may not find her with me in full day light
She is always there with elegance and delight
She may continue to live as long as I am present
It is not necessary to have and seek her consent
I may try my level best to adore and glorify
Change the approach and with ways to modify
She may prefer to stay calm with posture
May make life happy in the future
Always to rescue with feelings to nurture
Nothing to avail but always to offer
Thousands of words in her praise may be less
She is always there to pacify and remove stress
It is here eternal beauty which keeps me at ease
She has all charms for me to attract and release
Women are generally kind and very tolerant
They remain very pleasant with quality inherent
It is their powerful weapon and very essential
To prove its worth with element so substantial
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A suffering with pain
We are undergoing sufferings and pain
There is no end in sight and all our efforts are in vain
There is complete lack of confidence and brain drain
We on verge of loosing everything including life train
What have we gained from our past experience?
Why life stands at cross road with so much variance?
Have we not decided at all what can be good for us?
Can we not go in with clear mind and full trust?
We stand to loose everything in process
We have lot of problems ahead and got to face
We still remain attached to our views rigidly
We harp on unnecessary things and remember it vividly
This is pushing us to gallows
It never grants freedom or allow
We are not prepared to accept or follow
We cheat our own conscience with promises hollow
This takes us to such a place where there is no comeback
It is possibly a trap and we fail to realize or lack
It is such a tricky place that once you enter
There won’t be any escape route in the centre
We go on committing the blunders and still expect good result
We put self pride at risk and face the possible insult
This is new type of emergence and called new cult
The whole concept is to cheat and new strategies built
Everybody wants easy fame, name and money
It is bad luck on our part and not realized by many
We loose thousand in gambling but for noble cause not even a penny
It is strange but looks not isolated as funny
It is human psychology to go in for easy swim
We aren’t prepared to improve upon or trim
We follow on set norms and look upon others
We feel jealous on others fortune and continuously bother
It may takes to bottom of the things or at lowest ebb
People may try to frown upon you or even snub
You take it as routine matter and don’t resent
You have become shame proof and consent
We are known as selfish animal and go to any length
God has given us enough sense and power to react with strength
It can help only when used with courage and good will
It won’t served any purpose if used for tactics to steal
We may have enough time to improve upon and address
We can avoid unpleasant things in duress
It may definitely help to prevent the disaster
If we leave it to Him who is one and only Master
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Both Ends Burning
(ferry)
Please dont ever let me down
cause you know Im not so sure
Do I have the speed to carry on
Burn you out of my mind, I know
Youre a flame that never fades
Jungle reds a deadly shade
Both ends burning, will the fires keep
Somewhere deep in my soul tonight
Both ends burning
Burning
Burn
Now my course is plain as day
Running bold across to play
Both ends burning with a strange desire
That feeds the fire in my soul tonight
I will dance the night away
Living only for today
Both ends burning while youre counting sheep
Hell-- who can sleep in this heat this night?
Tell me will I ever learn?
Its too late, the rush is on
Both ends burning and I cant control
The fires raging in my soul tonight
Oh will it never end?
Put your foot around the bend
Drive me crazy to an early grave
Tell me what is there to save tonight
Both ends burning
Burning
Burn
Keep on burning till the end, until the end
Keep on burning till the end, the very end
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Driven
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
song performed by by Rush
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Am I Crazy
Words that keep on coming
into my crazy mind, but why?
they enter they run around,
confuse, they drive me mad.
Nuisance this world of ours,
silly too the words that come,
they go away to come again,
in and out, they roundabout.
Turning they fly into my mind,
where or how who made these
crazy words come in, silly too
To I find my mind so troubled.
Am I mad, am I sane, am I crazy,
am I nuts, am I around the bend,
am I creating, do I have a problem,
do I have a gift for crazy thoughts?
Is it wrong to question, wrong to ask,
is the world mad or am I pretty dumb,
or should I become like a good sheep,
become a flock, a clique, a tag along?
I need to have an answer or a reply;
life is everywhere, so beautiful to see,
people love, they have their families,
they help each other, they marry too.
In all the crazy words, questions found;
if our world is full of beauty, full of growth,
if we love someone who is a human being,
a member of the human race that cares.
Most try to make a better world to live,
yet some who believe in this or that,
try to sweep the love the care away,
they kill, they hurt, they make the war.
Why use weapons to destroy beauty
of our world, make the bombs, the guns
that kill, spoil our world, hurt, injure
wound people, damage work that’s built?
If you can say my crazy words are wrong,
and give good reasons why you’d rather war,
kill people, destroy their homes their lives,
destroy trust, truth, spread hate not love.
Than live a life of love, harmony, of peace.
Convince me of your love for all mankind,
Only then and with much persuasion will I
be a good sheep, who follows, tags along.
Indifferent, unconcerned by worlds at war.
Bob Blackwell
23-05-2010
poem by Bob Blackwell
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Fluid
emotions you must realize are fluid
and they flow sometimes misguidedly
sometimes blocked and
dammed and you see
a jail, a cell, a wall, an island without a bridge
a sea without a boat
a rainy day without any rainbow,
you are fluid, you must realize that too,
you flow, and surge and rage and
fall, sometimes, you splatter
and feel like a splinter
of a hand
grenade.
you feel something that behaves like a river inside you
and you hear the sound of rage, sometimes just a hush
or even a rain dropping from the sky to the gutter,
and you feel you're inside this gutter
and you have no control, about where to go and what to do,
this is
what is dripping all about
drip, drip, drip, and you feel this sloshing mind like a slime
getting inside the sensational strips of your throat
like words in your mind
pouring unceasingly, to make this poem.
what is this all about? you pretend to know. What to do about it?
i know you do not really know. Gut it. Gut feel it. Trust your heart.
Let the rage seep in like it is an innate part of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fluid Emotions
emotions you must realize are fluid
and they flow sometimes misguidedly
sometimes blocked and
dammed and you see
a jail, a cell, a wall, an island without a bridge
a sea without a boat
a rainy day without any rainbow,
you are fluid, you must realize that too,
you flow, and surge and rage and
fall, sometimes, you splatter
and feel like a splinter
of a hand
grenade.
you feel something that behaves like a river inside you
and you hear the sound of rage, sometimes just a hush
or even a rain dropping from the sky to the gutter,
and you feel you're inside this gutter
and you have no control, about where to go and what to do,
this is
what is dripping all about
drip, drip, drip, and you feel this sloshing mind like a slime
getting inside the sensational strips of your throat
like words in your mind
pouring unceasingly, to make this poem.
what is this all about? you pretend to know. What to do about it?
i know you do not really know. Gut it. Gut feel it. Trust your heart.
Let the rage seep in like it is an innate part of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sheer madness
What are criteria to be called mad?
Is that one looks so gloomy and sad?
Looks so shabby and behaviour so bad
Frowning lines on face…………..
One way or other we fall in same category
Every body is after fame and glory
Different attitudes with simple story
Nothing to offer but only sorry
There is no end to our being crazy
Claiming credit despite being lazy
Going for all excuses and no regret
Novel ideas and impractical ways to suggest
Attempt to woo people for straight sympathy
Hard line approach with little apathy
Knowing not what will be the ultimate outcome?
Garnering support with praise and welcome
I know it may not help the cause
There may be serious setbacks because
It lacks sincerity, deep vision and sight
What is use of rift which causes uproar and fight?
Your lust and ambition should stop somewhere
You can’t poke your nose and fight everywhere
May be people resorting to unfair means and way
What makes you to take course in hand and have a say?
Many have tried easy way and perished
Beautiful palaces built but razed and demolished
Time and tide waits for none and play the part
What is use of presenting self clever and only smart?
We should not be driven mad and crazy
Everything must be taken in good spirit and easy
Right will always be right and wrong a wrong
Better to keep aside and concentrate for career long
Life and glory may have its destined time
We should strive for goal and object prime
It may not yield the result in near future
But it is ultimate destiny and kind of nature
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rage of the North
Inside a fire burns unimaginably bright
It illuminates the darkest night
Consumes my mind, ignites my soul
The fire rages out of control
My eyes glow red with vengeance, hatred, rage
My inner demons screaming, no longer caged
I am Berserker, the Norseman's fire
I fight with passion, rage, desire
A bloodlust roar my only sound
It's echo thunders for miles around
I am Berserker, the sword of the North
Let my enemies come forth
I am rage personified
I will leave my foes terrified
Spread my legend, spread the fear
And know the Rage of the North draws near
poem by Tim Vallie
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