Rule As Best
Thousands of rose petals will be less
She may remain supreme in any case
She has domination as we have seen
Where she goes it is different scene
What else she has to do to regain?
Fit in to role and honestly remain
If situation demands as wife
She may restrain tongue to be used as knife
As mother we can ask no other
She has love in abundance and we need not bother
We are very much safe in her lap and refuge
No one can deny the fact and refuse
No doubt at some central stage, she has been taken as sex medium
But that stage has remained for time as bare minimum
All responsibilities and burden comes later on
Life is laid wide open and to be won
Above and all, she is real magic
Her role is to provide smooth life with music
The life is to be made really entertaining
The pride and honor is worth maintaining
She is medium for many and adore nice place
No one can take chance for her to replace
She is no where seen in the race
Yet she wears glow and shining on face
You are only one to be compared to creator
He is one but you are real mentor
The hope and despair lies at the centre
You are the only one as mother
All stages are evaluated with pride
There is nothing much to hide
It is all taken in right earnest
You, as female, reign and rule the best
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All so beautiful
The eyes were closed at the time of demise
she was laid on the ground with broken promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure came all of sudden with full of surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
All eyes are sobbing at the time of demise
he has broken the the promises
she is leaving behind all the friends
as the scene was taken over by tragic end
She will have no more sunrise
the death has taken over her by surprise
the wife played beautiful role in life
though it proved to be an edge of knife
her eyes were so beautiful and attractive
she her self was very active
she proved to be a true to self
she was as deep as sea shelf
The is beautify is lying underneath the mind
you must have deep sens to find
it is woman who is always kind
her positive role is always declined
she was never hostile
and made the life worthwhile
she remained cool and quiet
and did not attempt the course to set
in married life the Love is to be keenly watched
you have enough time for Legs to be stretched
all sort of mistakes but still not to be caught
Wisdom to prevail and company to be sought
I thought she was intelligent and beautiful
she took care not to be seen as unwise and deceitful
It was her earnest attempt to remain faithful
dedicated to all and simply truthful
If you are wise enough to notice
then it may appeal and sound so nice
there is no room for any quarrel
the bond seemed to be perfect and real
Though the real life is full of hurdles and stormy
it may create many foes and enemy
you will be forced to sail in rough sea
no one may be there to listen to your plea
All passed before eyes as trailer
we all seemed like ordinary travelers
it is seen as temporary refuge
no one can deny the truth or refuse
Still the past remains as memorable phase
it wont be possible immediately to erase
whole life may be spent for goal to chase
the efforts may consolidate the base
when times comes for relaxation
you are gripped with tension
you face the ill health with less mobility
there is sharp fall in good quality
Both the partners try to be honest
serve the family to the best
the end may sadden the whole atmosphere
one tends to shale with disbelief and fear
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Love symbol
I have assessed any analyzed number of times
The role of female in life, but occurred only sometimes
Though they deserved it from clear point of view
We have never given them their due with sincere review
Where should have been my position without her?
What would have happened if she did not take care or bother?
Bulk of the responsibilities shared exclusively by single handed
Still all the times under captivity and with the problems landed
I was given free hand to worry only for raising the fund
That should have met and won the first round
It would have been difficult to survive the on going race
We would not have been able to stand bravely and face
I might have barely thought of going ahead
It would have been impossible to think and lead
The role and responsibilities are clearly defined
The life as such stands fine and shined
I look back and see or visualize her association
It was her frantic effort for the elevation
No one could have cared so much as females do
This is basic fact and very much true
I should not have dreamed of any better position
We had nice and very good composition
The days were passing like smooth river water flow
We were very happy in life even though laid very low
No male will admit the domination of female
It is like challenging the role of whale
Both remain indomitable in any case
Still admiration or respect will never be less
Some of the touchy aspects still hunt the mind
Same beautiful moments are very rare to find
Can we dream of those lost moments for a while?
It would have been very difficult to cut even extra mile
Sometimes I would stare at main door and wait
She will slowly enter not to make the presence very late
I appreciated her presence of mind and admired
She will never spoil the mood and stay smiled
We could have barely survived for few more years
We could never cross the threshold of fifty or more barriers
It was her sweet company that made us to survive more
The relation remained same and never turned sour
She influenced me all those years and more
I have seen her beauty and fully adored
All glorious moment that you do not miss even for seconds
Through out the period your presence was precious like diamond
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Her Role
Who can deny her role?
When comes to remember divinity call
She has belly like sea belt
Her greatness is seen and always felt
No other person can be worshipped
Than her for role as mother to be remembered
Right from the childhood tills the maturity
She has the role to play like almighty
So much said in her honor
I shall dwell no more
It is feeling of gratitude
Even if we have different attitude
She shall ever remain so
Even if we may have little time to go
'Oh, mom where you are
Why are you so far?
Even old people remember
Their mom with praise and care
'She was always there for us:
With great hope and trust
Not only with human being
But with animals too it brings
A real glimpse of never missing
Love of nobody's choosing
I bow my head in recognition
With clear and sincere intuition
Tears rush in remote corner
As soon as we try to remember
She may not be among us
Yet will whole heartedly miss
What a love with lovely kisses
That has made our life with her blessings
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
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Let There Remain
Let there remain no doubt in our mind
Women are good at heart and very kind
That is how all legendary tales reveal
We are part of old traditions and certain feel
They have adored our life at lovely homes
At big house or hut they have always welcomed
With their hospitality and mild nature
They have made us feel proud for the future
Her role has not been confined to mother alone
She had been source of strength and always blown
In the direction very much favorable to us
With total dedication and devotional trust
I felt like bowing head to her dominant role
One of the recent happening has definitely stolen
Lime light and they have stood supreme
The sacrifice and stand has been considered extreme
Their second name has come up as surrogate mother
I have come across dealings on rent for commodities and others
But this has been proved as blessings in disguise
Smile worth millions to many childless families
She has always been in read and subjected to criticism
It has remained worst part in the history against humanism
She has stood all the times in favor of sacrifice
Despite all the odds against and much to her surprise
To bless womb on rent is something like unparallel
You can prove outstanding with class and excel
But to give birth of child on no consideration
Is something like birth of new and dynamic relation?
When will the world realize and give more importance
A real place of honor with full recognition at once
Even if that has been considered in return for favor
I consider it worth mentioning with full honor
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Ultimate goal of woman
What is ultimate goal of woman in life?
To serve the man folks and stay nicely as wife?
To rear the children and push the link
Survive the test without any blink
What best can be done by female individually?
How can that be executed successfully?
To be of some utility is source of great concern
Everybody is facing it turn by turn’
It is Almighty’s choice to send us as male or female
It is our duty to succeed, excel or fail
Gender preference may always be there
But it is compulsory to stay as and where you are
Oh Dear, you got what others could not
Motherhood, a sense of pride without being fought
What a glow and charm on mother's face?
Almost attained and won the marathon race
Saints are meant to breach and preach
Oh dear, yours is beyond anybody's reach
It is blessing considered precious and so much
Who may be lucky to have a gift as such?
I was ardent champion for women’s cause
They may bring lull in atmosphere and pause
The situation may not be worsened at all
She may stand by in any emergency call
I may not go directly to their cause and align
Still I may contribute positively and make it fine
They won’t feel let down in their legitimate fight
As their cause is not only worthy but right
At every stage we come across them and feel a pride
They have all the more open filed and nothing to hide
We have wrong perception about them and gap is wide
They have lot more at stake to reveal than to confide
I come across many female activists and try to know their views
They will feel very much insecure like morning dews
They will loose their courage and give up the fight
It will be too, long for them to struggle for rights
One of sensible lady apprised of one thing
He had prayed God and asked something
She wanted to be warrior and front runner
But the God made her to be mother as beginner
Oh Dear, you got what others could not
Motherhood, a sense of pride without being fought
What a glow and charm on mother's face?
Almost attained and won the marathon race
Saints are meant to breach and preach
Oh dear, yours is beyond anybody's reach
It is blessing considered precious and so much
Who may be lucky to have a gift as such?
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A Mother Kisses.....
the world will be wonderful in you
with every day’s stay; you have open my
silent mood, after a life time of waiting in
your womb dear mother....
my flesh have born again, by just a
touch of your tender and smooth skin, and
i feel something that rejuvenate my last
lips i offer; to secure as you stay my past,
oh! stay my beloved beginning of my flesh
lovely mother......
open my young heart, for i will give you all
my love, to any distances surprise your joy
i remain, my beautiful mother.....
i play round, from role of tide, and as far
i’ll stay i always will turn too, give me the
chance for a moment to be with you, lasting i
pray that made me to stay in the womb, for
another time with you again and someday
i belong to thee, beloved mother.....
your kisses have say that my life is willing to
come home my darling mother.......
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I am blind
I am as blind as anybody else
Always free without being tense
Nature has gifted me patience
I go slow and praise hence
People may be right when they compare even
My beauty with rose of beautiful garden
I feel shy and run away from the scene
It creates self prophesy and clearly seen
I may be unrestible and ordinarily figured
The beauty is for all human being assured
Some may be very good and outwardly shining
Others may be finding hard for defining
Female is as such very beautiful gift of nature
Life can be incomplete and so the future
She has all the reserves for making life beautiful
Normal tendency to remain calm and faithful
I have come across beautiful description of woman
They are termed as inseparable part of man
Man may be totally rudderless and blind
If he fails in his mission for female to find
She has golden shine in eyes and brightness on face
Any would fall for it and join the mad race
It is not for inviting any trouble but a challenge
A person has to prove himself and manage
Take it for granted if you stare at her constantly
You are in real love and fallen for it instantly
You are sure that she may prove good wife or mother
No one can fill that place indefinitely for others
There are enough sports for man to glorify
Only the things is she must feel and satisfy
She can make out what right or wrong
You can not take her for cheap song
She can be compared to any divine object
She has all powers to think and reject
She has powerful instinct to grasp your inner conflict
She may decide in favor with the kind act
Oh! Lady, O mother or sister of universe
We have so much in store to converse
You can be center of power and attraction
Let us confine ourselves to definite action
It will futile to attempt for forceful violation
It may leave many unanswered question
Otherwise also there is enough of congestion
Anything may prove contrary with suggestion
We are not talking of inner beauty
That has been given in abundance by almighty
It can spread message of love and unity
The life can be spent happily as entity
Let us join race for perseverance of human race
Man and woman have same story to tell on face
There is enough of plight in this lovely world
Let us remain one and in same fold
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Mother in all forms
I reflected in one of my poem
“O, mother you are one and no other”
Let whole world go mad but you never bother
We find no parallel as
Female as small daughter is full of smiles
Help us to grow fast even if happiness is away by miles
With her innocent smile we tend to forget
Not seized with worries and leave it or let
Bridge the gap when there is rift
Emotional binding when required the lift
So beautiful daughter as you seemed to be
Life was all heaven when you proved to be honey bee
All sweetness in life as life passed by
We are longing to hear your loud cry
You have gone away to play role in life
Important one and so vital as loving wife
As I hear, you changed a lot in your new role
Proved to be good mother and shared as whole
Was it not lovely to be loved in family?
Blame on solder even for mistakes silly
You continued to sail through rough weather
In severe cold did not wear jacket leather
It was your devotion and kind gesture
As you saw bright tomorrow with glorious future
As mother in law you proved to be tough guy
Could not tolerate rough talk and reckless buy
Always pointing at simple mistakes
No one was prepared to heed and take
You could not forgo your well laid ground
Did not see reason and lacuna found
You forgot to realize you were much loved one day
Why could not you adjust in coming day?
It is not your fault but with mad race
We want to swim with no odds to face
May not be situation with you alone
Sweet were those days when completely gone
Try to be honest which is always seen
Not to create panic with unruly scene
Prove the name worth with mother and modest
Older you grow but still be the best
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A Country Is Known
A country is not known by the rich heritage it holds
Not by a unique position it holds among countries of worlds
Not be the freedom or liberty they enjoy in real senses
But by the honor and pride it accords to the females
Love, sex and other things emerge along with the advancement of an age
It grows further with the refinement and progressive society in phase
Yet its basic outlook does not change for ladies at any stage
She has to face all hurdles, bear agony and create history on page
Have they not done enough for the mankind and country at large?
Have they not come forward for all steps to refine and purge?
They have been pioneer in all the struggles regardless of gender
Still nothing appeals us for recognition and facts stand only bare
Let us place her on top of our set up and pay due regard
Prepare a plan for comprehensive growth and look forward
They need not be used as sex symbol only for gradation
There has to be complete overhaul and thinking up gradation
You pick up any of her stage and compare with male
They may outclass male counterpart and surely fail
They have some sense to make things in proper order
Males sometimes pay scant respect and freely ponder
Let each stage play its natural role in total development
No rape, murder, discrimination or insult in any movement
What have they not given to us and protected
Even at the cost of shame and dishonor aggressively acted
Let this article be ear marked as great honor or tribute
Their involvement at any stage has helped to attribute
We have raised our head all the times with their devotion
Life has run into smooth weather with complete motion
We have experienced their greatness in mother
Life had been made as garden with sisters and brothers
This is how country has come into being as large entity
She had been at the centre of all with strength and capabilities
Full marks to her devotion, dedication and motherly attitude
We have been slight short of showing little gratitude
We remembered and cried only when she was not among
Or shed some tears when some thing was actually going wrong
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Till Last Breath
It has never changed and will never be
Love may try to emerge and feel free
It has royal elegance and princely touch
What beauty you are to feel queen as such!
I had loved you this before too
When you had critical time to pass through
It was never an open clash for relation
You were nice and showed full indication
It is nice to build healthy bond
That shall withstand test and prove not second
It has to be first and must remain so
As life must witness fine show
No one prefers any kind of bitterness
Allow it any time and surface
It will never give real enjoyment
If life is wasted only to resent
I have stood for compromise
If that provides firm promises
There should be chance for glimmer of hope
Even if that amounts to walk on rope
I shall cooperate till the last breath
As it is the only mean to honor the death
If life was not lived with full honor
Rest everything can be compared with drainage of water
So think of it honestly and adjust
It requires full understanding and is must
We are just visors here and stay temporary
We do only things that can lead to no worry
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Her mind
What is figuring actually?
May not be the fact really
She should never cry
I always care and try
Let her be at her original mind?
She is universally known as kind
She will loose the shine
If goes off the trace meanwhile
Nothing should be grudged or borne
The heart may stand totally torn
No impulse may pass through
It may then be difficult to prove
We stand to loose in game
No one but we should share the blame
Love is only solution and way out
Everything will be fruitless if we talk about
Be a mother to child
Shed the impression that you are wild
You kind woman with lots of affection
You speak noble and show with action
Be centre core of the universe
Prove asset with no more curse
I find whole world at your feet
Let us smile whenever we meet
Women are in fact goddesses
Nothing can go before them as misses
She is there for every purpose
At least I will have honor before her to depose
Why I see whole world’s reflection?
Pain, joy, agony and all the reactions
Faced with no complaints in all the seasons
I see absolutely no cause or reasons
Why man can not find his origin?
Why there should be deviation or margin?
Who in fact will loose or win?
I see in it as total sin
World is same as was before
We have never changed and failed to adore
Mother was mother and sister was sister
Lover has remained same in true color as lover
I love regardless of color
She may be in fact minor or major
I shall continue to grow
Let there be odd to river flow
I may miss all the Gods
I may even miss the words of lords
What may matter most in crucial life?
Who servers as good mother, sister, lover or wife?
Let us act humble and stand for cause
It is unwarranted and of no use
Be it women’s day or child abuse
We can never stand alone and refuse
I do not know what today’s scene is
It will be difficult to predict tomorrow’s scene
Let us pray for no more ugly scenes
We must remain watchful and very keen
All praises to serving woman
Home too is adored by her for working man
She may remain at pivotal position
The life train may always remain in motion
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A mother and land
Mother in any form is dear and precious,
There is no single reasons but to offer various
Bowing head with respect with clear conscious,
World recognizes it and holds it right and continuous,
In our pain she cry
She never asks why?
What do we offer her later?
It is not a new matter
Whole world debate on this delicate issue
We fail to recognize and offer no due
She is there all the time to offer solace
Whether she is in small tent or palace
She may not complain about what went wrong
She is all alone like solid rock all along
Her woes may disappear and can’t last long
This is how she ignores plight and sings a song
Her beautiful voice may sound nice in the ear
The tile may pass and result into long years
She may remain same but definitely wear
She will contain onslaught and hold the tears
What all she can offer us for future?
She has no fixed agenda or tenure
She is still holding her ground well
There is no one for her stories to tell
We run to her and seek refuge,
For us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word we hear in her dishonor
She is by our side in the critical hour,
I would prefer to stay alone to serve the mother,
Even if heaven is offered, I won’t accede to or bother,
She kept us together like birds in nest
Why we go other place and see the best?
Mother land is no less sacred,
I would prefer to lay down life and allow tears not to shed
Hold the ground near to chest and don’t desert or fled
Let whole land turn into blood with color red
to serve mother land is altogether different
It has got wider concept and looks quite apparent
What do we offer in terms of loyalty?
It is the only reason that we consider as our duty
Motherland is to be defended at any cost
No heads will be counted as lost
It is dreadful even and be remembered most
It matters less in matter of defeat or victory post
Not an inch is to be given away or bartered
to her feet thousands of lives to be offered
Our sacrifice will not go in vain
Her dignity and honor remains concern as main
Never we questioned her role as to why or what for?
What I can offer in case of hostility war?
If honor and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother and avail my sweet cake,
Mother and mother land both remain in front
I shall prefer to lay life and bear the burnt
Nothing can be so holier than her grace and elegance,
I pray and worship for her continuous presence
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A lion's head
At heart you were deer
liked by all and to be addressed as dear
preferred nice words to hear
without any stab to fear
Lions do not roar
still there is uproar
he has wild land to rule
In nice king's role
Who has not seen their elegant style?
they move freely in their kingdom for a while
they rule over thousands of miles
yet it is habitat to live for meanwhile
A lion does not share
he never looks around and stare
still everyone praises his role as fair
there is charm and thickness in air
No one tries to look so elegant
it comes automatically or instant
people may know by actions or words
As there are blessings from the lords
It is nice to dream a reality
noble and standard is the quality
it drives powerfully among herds
the beautiful music will be made by birds
it is fantasy but not stupidity to remain near nature
that accords permanent refuge for future
we sail against winds and reach the shore
still remain ordinary and ask no more
I shall remain as earthly as possible
though with strong mind but body as feeble
Still I shall look upon as victorious man
As I have acted only human
We may try to project or live under that name
all fearless qualities we try to claim
we are not at all worthy of all qualities
we fake the originality and live under same identity
It is good to be called lion hearted person
he or she may have all the valid reasons
it is glorifying one of the bravest creature
it is their life style to live with nature
You can never pretend to be human with lion's head
it will no where allow you to lead
the lion will not succumb to the domination
human beings surrender with little hesitation
You may with beautiful dreams
as it is not reality as sun beam
how long can you stand under the hot sun?
you may try to find safe refuge and run
We have many ways to reflect the views
we ask for open opinion and constantly review
it is still a big question as what is contrary?
it is ruled out of question and stands as unnecessary
It is good to be looked as brave
You may not be lucky to have close shave
some day it will pose direct threat
it will depend how you respond or treat
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Little twinkle star
Had it been in my hands to decide?
I would have never attempted to hide
Made it known well before deciding factor
What all places are spared as good sectors?
Not a single place is left where I can stand and assert
Play the real life role character and declare it as concert
Tell about inability to explore and failure about performing
Remain within ambit unwillingly yet not deploring
At every step I have to take refuge under falsehood
Crate bitterness and show pretence in neighborhood
To wife, children and parent are always kept in dark
As I know it will invite great ignition with spark
Not that I am the only one confused animal
Many may experience same on their arrival
Some may hide and some may survive
Yet it is acceptable and made believe
There is double edge in everything
You can have no advantage if fail for something
Keep wooing for better result
Even if at the cost of dishonor and insult
Life is no doubt beautiful to live in
It is one of the best opportunities ever seen
If you can consider it as inseparable part
You should make little exception to part
Within limit some violations alright
For rights and livelihood offer the fight
Don’t give in where injustice is felt
But be away when some untruth is spelt
Do everything where conscious is clear
Stand fast and face it without any fear
No one has understood life so far
So we can be one among the whole of stars
We may twinkle for little of time
Go away and get lost sometime
Yet that crusade and thrust may always remain
Whether it is tolerated happily or with pain
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A deer at heart
At heart you were deer
liked by all and to be addressed as dear
preferred nice words to hear
without any stab to fear
Lions do not roar
still there is uproar
he has wild land to rule
In nice king's role
A lion does not share
he never looks around and stare
still everyone praises his role as fair
there is charm and thickness in air
No one tries look so elegant
it comes automatically or instant
people may know by actions or words
As there are blessings from the lords
It is nice to dream a reality
noble and standard is the quality
it drives powerfully among herds
the beautiful music will be made by birds
it is fantasy but not stupidity to remain near nature
that accords permanent refuge for future
we sail against winds and reach the shore
still remain ordinary and ask no more
I shall remain as earthly as possible
though with strong mind but body as feeble
Still I shall look upon as victorious man
As I have acted only human
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A very true
It is you
And very true
The seed is sown
Now openly admit it and own
It is not the trick
It is no gimmick either
You are there at the center
You have made it and entered
The heart may beat
When we meet
You shall try to free the way
Don’t be lost and run away
I shall catch you in real glimpse
You are there and nothing else
Try to love in real world
Do not develop shiver and cold
I never lost nerve at first sight
I think my choice is very right
You were the center for attraction
I think something more needed as action
How shall I express it words?
Should I take as sign for going forward?
Will that materialize in coming days?
I dream of nice golden days
You have done it once again
Clouds are over cast and may rain
It may crunch the thrust for ever
Shall we unit and remain forever?
Say it again and again
Whisper in ears and refrain
From any exposure that might speak
And make it known to others and leak
I had waited long for some one to show
A real love and affection to flow
I had little fascination to go along
It was to prove right and not wrong
Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner
I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test
Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner
I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test
It is always lovely to be with right choice
To be enjoyed without much ado and noise
It is not the medium to be given public exposure
The life is certainly going to be beautiful for sure
Love to live and enjoy
It is definitely a joy
Still more lay open before
It is to be thought therefore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Far Too Little We Know (Enclosed Triplets) (In Answer To John Keats)
I
Not all kinds of things can be explained
by mere science or by some philosophy
and so the essence of life has remained
without its knowledge ever been gained
a very great kind of strange mystery
in that it does exist unrestrained,
when couples from pleasure have not abstained,
as in love some small cells brings a child to be
while after death life cannot be maintained
or knowledge of its wellspring be retained
while its source seems divine, something Godly;
not all kinds of things can be explained.
II
While some mysteries still has a haven
in their own undisturbed happenings
while human science still measures uneven;
if texture, colour and waves in heaven
of a rainbow is in the knowledge of things
the impact, the magic of it is not given,
even when men are despotic or craven,
on faith like butterflies, angels have wings,
as does remain the lore of the raven,
even the devil has hoofs that are cloven,
some stories have got some imaginings
while some mysteries still has a haven.
III
People might think I am on the loony side
but not all discoveries have been made
and to real faith some powers remain wide,
a man may have a tender hearted bride
as true love's mysteries do not just fade
while all their guests do them well wishes bide,
when hidden facts appear from where they hide,
new kinds of things may appear from the shade,
with knowledge man wants to rule and divide,
in life by limited resources we decide
the way of things and do others persuade
and to real faith some powers remain wide.
IV
Yet still far too little we do know
even of ourselves and of our earth,
about the way that everything does go,
we experience the sun's early glow
while we learn and adapt from our very birth
are caught by the wonder of drops of snow,
yearn for something more beyond the shadow,
for a Supreme Being that knows our true worth
in life's daily continuous ebb and flow
and in rebellion we suffer blow by blow,
while to existence there is no rebirth,
yet still far too little we do know.
[Reference: 'Lamia' by John Keats.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A run out player
That precious time may run out
It may result in complete route
Still so much is left in store
All my works to be admired and adored
I have love for rhyme
Synchronies it with space and time
I shall prefer only sunny side
The horizon is open and wide
Let me what I am
Not to be decided by them
I shall rule the hearts of people
My creation will always tell
It may echo all over
All areas to cover
The spreading of good message
Smooth sailing with clear passage
They are simple words
It has blessings from the lords
They have come as it has to
Each word is clear and true
Who shall come forward and say?
What preference I should have in way?
I shall sing in the way I could
It is always for me thought for food
I have openly advocated
In thoughts also not sugar coated
It is through clear vision and sight
I had seen the path with light
Not all may agree
They are all free
The flowers may boom in spring
Birds and bees may silently sing
It shall ring with music
It may be life time music
I shall vow to come back again
The lost position and pride to regain
I shall watch from distance
Eyes may close at once
Some one may ring in ear
I would love some words to hear
In no time I shall be no more
The poems may remain forever
At some stage they open the page
I shall then come out of the cage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ungrateful stage
Ungrateful stage
We are heading towards ungrateful stage
Country is shamed with no affairs to manage
Not that we lack confidence and skill
But there is deficiency of trust and will
How have we remained ungrateful for days?
What pulls us to remain aloof and stay away?
Why doesn’t it bother us for the supreme sacrifice?
How many have laid their lives for committed promises?
We have remained ceremonial in offering gratitude
There is lack of respect and apathy in our attitude
We love the country but not its departed sons
We think, why do we care for causes and reasons?
They were no fools but our well wishers
They could enjoy luxury and comfortably usher
Yet they preferred stones and prisons
Did not change even changed the seasons
Our soldiers are dying everyday for holy land
Still we find no sympathy for them as true friends
Who on this earth is ready to loose life for money?
Is it not the fault with our thinking and mere pity?
We have remembered father of the nation
But kept no ideals with any of the relation
We sit on strike as soon as interests affected
Burnt national properties and irrationally acted
On his name we have made shamed nation
We have looted national property including ration
Poor are no more at our heart for any future use
We have all sympathy and schemes without any truce
We are cheating today the soul and sprit of great father
I wish he could have lived and witness further
He would have uttered “he Ram”(O, Ram) not with pride
But would have uttered “hai ram”(Oh, Rama) help me to hide
You have remained ideal for few but idol for cheaters
Single place to worship and safe heaven for shooters
The independence and freedom is used only by Government
Safe heaven and passage for any concealing movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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