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Sad Memory

Even though a sad memory
I feel no regret or sorry
He is no more among
Yet proving us very much wrong

He is with me for all the time
Before eyes and smiling sometimes
Guiding me whenever I am in distress
With nice words to keep me out of stress

I have spent many decades
Even though he was busy in his trade
He left us all of sudden and bade
Even though his memory is with us and does not fade

What were our earlier days?
Full of joy and no parting ways
We remained together for many years
Heard all gossips of happiness and sadness in ears

Neither will he loose patience
Nor give us any kind of chance
He will take care of everything
Even though we may disregard or forget something

The sky was only our refuge
He will hold my hand and never refuse
Promise me with new word to carry on
Until all doubts were cleared or flown

Such was his nature like sky's vastness
His beautiful smile will always be reflected on face
We may chase him and make to race toward
Yet he won't mind for our silly words

Some tears rush to my ears
As he is gone by years now
Every year we celebrate his absence
Remember his deeds and very true essence

He is there looking at us from the sky
I look with appeal and feel shy
He is there still to look me with his beautiful eyes
My fancy crosses all the boundaries and flies

I want him near by but it is not possible
The death cycle can never be reversible
I see his reflection children's eyes
They helplessly side with me and persuade not to cry

'Mom, please don't cry 'my daughter will remind
If you do this, he will find it bad gesture and unkind
You have promised him to take us to safety
So he is not with us as per the wishes of almighty

* dedicated to late husband of Lady grace(naidz ladia)

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To a Friend

I had made promise
To be friendly and nice
As her name stood well for name
I sincerely praised her and never blamed

Today she has her birthday
I wish it to become shining and special day
All relatives and friends may be wishing
I need my silver button to brass with polishing

What would is ay to her?
A bouquet in hand to offer
With wishes of long life
Peaceful and sans strife

Smile costs nothing
It conveys beautifully something
If you can offer little happiness
That may reflect cleverly on your face

I would wish you to be friendly
Never a thought in your mind to reveal sadly
That can be real wish on this very beautiful day
Keep always in mind of never going away

Not eyes, face or language may speak
They may only infuriate and make you weak
Just little gesture may make all that beautiful
Life then would be so lovely and purposeful

I may not like stars and moon
As they may disappear soon
But you may remain for long
Even if sometimes I may go wrong

Let roses not fade away from the scene
As it will be auspicious day to be seen
You may shine in your beautiful dress
A lovely smile to be watched on face

Smile you always bear and make it as habit
Many good things mar revolve around your orbit
You shall remain there as dominating force
I shall look with smiles at you of course

Wish your happiness may never fade
You may have all the way clear to trade
What you may not find always gone year
I shall wish you loudly in your ears

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No longer carry

I will no longer carry the sad events
Push them in corner and offer no comments
It is difficult to isolate but no other way
All the time it will detract and your attention away

It is sad to write about it or keep in memory
Eyes become wet and land you to feel sorry
Mostly the childhood friends remain in mind
You feel elated when remember them as very kind

I had friend called “Ratan” meaning jewel
He was lame but brilliant and would always excel
He had sharp mind of wise man and always advise
I felt so bad when heard the news of his demise

Some of my friends would push him to the ground
They will pull the cloths, give chase and surround
He will stare at them with pity and helpless face
He would still not curse the almighty for not being in the race

It is often sarcastically commented
Cut joke on their helplessness and resented
No one would come forward for good proposal
They will be kept aside with quick disposal

Today I find him close to the chest
Even though he is no more but still served as best
I remember once he said in my ears
“Never forget mom even if passed many years”

I realize what did he exactly mean?
He put it to me soberly and very clean
It did not have any coating of sugar
He tried his best and remained all the time eager

I am on the last leg of journey
Still I am being invaded by many
I don’t know what they mean by heavenly abode
I think it may be mentioned as path to reach to God

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, Son

Oh, son where were you all these years!
I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
In this lovely world I missed you for long time
You were not even asking me in prayer times

What has happened to you?
You were obedient, honest and true
What made you to be of forgetful nature?
You schooling, education and everything was made very much sure

You used to come and weep by my bed side
I could feel the tears dropp and the words you wanted to confide
I was helpless my dear son when you were just a kid
I was moved by your presence and it spun my head

I left this beautiful land on fateful day
I knew you were dragged and taken away
Your crying words still echo ears
I could understand your pain and fears

Years after years have turned into decades
My memory is now completely faded
You were not to find single second for mother
What was reason for all these years to bother?

I heard little fainted voice from distance
I loved some words closely for instance
You were asking for few minutes to talk
How can I afford to neglect you and walk away?

For all these years you might have been busy with your family?
May be facing tough life for scaling ladder not available readily
Yet it speaks of ignorance and ungratefulness on your part?
The life might have brought you glory but what a bad end with good start

Now you have found the little time
That too after retirement when no one hears you sometimes
It speaks of little childish attitude
But all my feelings for you do not dilute

For all these years you did not care
To see agony on my face and bothered
Mothers are still mothers and shall remain unique
Forget everything even if lately offered kick

I have no words to offer
As not many people may differ
Speak in different tone and not side
But I am always with you whenever you face danger and collide

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Held Firmly

You were held very firmly
Tight embrace and greeted with very warmly
All divinity is transferred and emitted
Naughtiness and mistakes simply permitted

What does she find in you?
A true reflection and happiness in you
A future well predicted in her eyes
You stand speechless with no feeling of a shy

She has all the love and nothing to complain
She is worried when you become wet in rain
Care for everything even when you are not hungry
There is not a word spoken even when she is angry

When such type of mother is standing before
You have every reason to feel proud therefore
Not a single moment you would love to miss
As you are firmly in her grip with sweet kisses

What is warmth and what is joy?
Complete heaven on earth to enjoy
You think of mother and no other
There is no end even if you go further

I don’t what would be the anther world
Will there be any place to hide and seek in fold?
Where she will be waiting for me to rush?
Take in lap with enough but gentle crush

I remember her even in my late years
I always become restless with unknown fear
She is almost bed ridden and about to leave
I can’t close the eyes and believe

She held my hand and tried to whisper
I bent down and went near
“Take care and don’t shed tears”
“Carry on nicely and try to bear”

Such words still echo in mind
I try to forget but come again and remind
Where would I go again for her to find?
For such lovely soul and very kind

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As I wish it

I see you as little star in the sky
It takes me back by many years to ask why?
I feel still the age of sweet sixteen and feel very shy
I wish I have powerful wings to fly

The moon may shortly come form hide out
Our story is all so nice and good about
You spent rest of your time at quiet ease
It was perfect reunion to be spent with peace

You did it all to fill my void
You were very firm and did not avoid
You cared for nothing but came to aid
No amount of words may suffice even if rightly said

You added beautiful color to life
I could only admire it as faithful wife
It has fine rainbow with beautiful children
They represent you in all sphere of life even

It is like flowers all over and rose’s garden
They are booming but not all of sudden
They have come of their own but with blessings
Only your absence is felt and joy is missing

Honey bees and butterflies may visit again
Just to replenish their stocks in rain
It may create happy sounds all over
They have fine refuge and safe cover

You will never fade away from our memory
We miss you a lot with feeling of sorry
The sun may soon take over from dark night
The bright light once again to loose your sight

We are happy to find you above
We remember and sobbingly move
Yet we rejoice your being so high
We wish one day to try and fly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Under The Moonlight

Under this moonlight I know I have no chance with you,
You look at me with such sadness,
Those eyes put me under a spell,
A spell I can not break,
Such sorrow,
Under the moonlight,
You glow with such beauty,
Your smile,
Your laughter,
Your touch,
How I miss those,
My eyes feel with tears,
Such sadness,
You can not bare to ignore,
Under this moonlight,
You say I look beautiful,
You look at me as if we were to kiss under this moonlight,
I can feel your hands all around me,
You speak to me with soften words,
You wisper in my ears,
Under the moonlight,
You shine like the sun,
You made me happy till the day you left me with a broken promise,
A broken heart,
Under this moonlight,
I cried for you,
A soften words you can not hear,
Something that I rather leave behind,
Something you and I don't belong,
Under the moonlight,
We say our goodbyes.

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Pain behind

I could see the pain behind
I can understand easily find
Those were days when I was so amazed
When your eyes brightened and blazed

I had no hope of coming near
You were so reserved and I had fear
Still you considered me very dear
Gave everything in return to bear

I look back those years
Very nice and melodious sound in ears
Your talk seemed full of inspiration
You did so much to strengthen the relation

I am not closing eyes or turn blind
I find you most lovely and very kind
I had promised full love and care
I find permanent refuge and prefer not to go anywhere

I from my heart love you deep
Promises I remember all and keep
You are always in mind and occupy
I enjoy it quietly and it really multiply

I keep my self busy and render service
I am working day and night like device
It is all for your well being and steady
Life must be on and must be ever ready

I am doyen for work and observe
I have earned the position and deserve
It is not mere gesture or symbolic
I prove it and stay as workaholic

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tragic Love Story

can't hardly catch my breath words has frozen to cold something is missing
i've find it out it was you i've lost you
sadness distress memory
far but un spoken
we come

heartstrings plays upon tears fall slowly
heart to heart crys one last tears heartfelt
breaking slowly as your gone

my feelings dies slowly softhly the heart stopped beating dies slowly inside of me
softhly

heart reading like a story goes from heart warming that we kisses passion
a flashing back when you take my hand against your heart thoughts of emotions of your love i fell everything my heart desires

i felt a kind soft heart soft tinder kisse captured the central of our souls and heart the love was true pull us in
you obviously a man in one real nature

one feel a great sadness and distress
it broke my heart to let you go
from loving you as him leting you go
bare one's heart and soul
by change of heart his with another
his closer then near to
tears my heart out memory

i've crys in tears have you heard it all this year did i've sleept for years or is it just a dream

hearing voices sound like your is it you or its my mind that plays a sound and my ears to hear

poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri
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Own reflection

Mirror has its own reflection
It does not need any speaking action
You stand before and it will speak
Make you very strong and not weak

Some needs action from our side
Some are already inside
Why do they want memory to come out?
Why love should find words all about?

Any beautiful object needs attention
Special care with nice and lovely mention
This way we respect the wishes of almighty
Who is always seen in the glamour and beauty?

Some are to be adored in open
Some are to be embraced and kissed even
Some are to be kept in steel safe and forgotten
Remember at time when time is enough often

Is it not fair to be seen with nice flowers?
To get wet with rainy showers?
To feel pulse of what is not said
Way is open but seize is laid

I shall prefer to die but not utter
A single word in dishonor or murmur
What do I say where do you live?
It matter of trust and make to believe

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Correctly understood

If I have correctly understood the contents
It deserves no prayers and comments
It is complete in full sense with all answers
Its essence will be accepted by only fewer

I read and reread the holy book
I have no reason to believe it is fluke
The message has got its weight
Only it is to be understood in context and very right

Some of the messages do not appeal
All kind of confusion persists and prevails
I see no one around to clear the doubts
I go deep and very deep with “ifs” and “buts”

Lord, I have no place to go and plead
I see in your merciful eyes and try to read
You are in pain and anguish
Yet love for mankind is not finished

Where from that love and tolerance comes?
Why do you accept everybody and welcome?
All perpetuators and wrong does get easy reprieve
You have same eye with affection even if they deceive

I hear bells from the distance
It enlightens me with no disturbance
How much peace and comfort with your presence?
I sincerely bow down and fold my hands at once

I close the eyes and slip in memory to feel
You were undergoing pain and anguish still
We are still not true to your word and message
You keep generous eyes for our clear passage

I see smile with tears on your face
You are amused and troubled at mad race
You are unsure of what we have understood
Whether we will do anything if at all good

What does the soul try to search?
Why good words fall on deaf ears even if you preach?
Holy words are not meant to be taught?
The sprit strengthens on which lines to be fought

At point of given time, you will be forced to commit
All venom to come out from heart and vomit
The suicidal tendencies my try to come on fore
But the merciful eyes may not allow it therefore

You have gone off the right track
You have no resolve to repay it back
Where has He asked anything in return?
Still you do not find trust with words in turn?

You do not wait for words to be known
Your action and conduct may become well-known
You may get whatever you want for selfless service
This is clear message and assured with the promise

“I shall serve the destitute and poor”
“I shall not differntiate the wrong doer”
“All are my children and reside in heart”
“Chant the hymns and lead the happy life from the start”

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My passion n views

When you meet old friends, tears may rush in
Heart becomes heavy with lovely scene
You find no words to express and speak
It used to have been for days and weeks

For sweet memory and talks, not only days
but nights with long hours will be less
years may pass by and there will not be any trace
but at the end you may the worries on the face

Nothing will appeal not even sea side or public places
Neither big gardens with flowers nor big palace,
Not even the country side with green fields any more
No hill top with white snow or no sea beaches or shore,

You go into deep memory and feel so sad,
when news reaching to you are really bad
Your beloved is on death bed and very sick,
Not able to talk and walk even with stick,

As the rose is considered king among flowers
Natural bathe under fountain fall is best in shower;
Best friends are counted on fingers and may be fewer,
like good shows may draw less viewers

'Thoughts' were between us most so in common
Before I could pen them she wrote it down
Expression in thoughts and most in action
still remained calm and offered no reaction

will she be true to her promises and same again?
I am sure time may not be same for certain,
before it can dry and run out,
something should be done and read about

will I be put to shame and face it again?
She uses words of respect often and often,
I smell rat in game and find loss and no gain
force me to think and to find out way to regain,

Should she talk to me and show the face often?
Eyes may not to be same to sparkle again
Face may not reveal composure any more,
had I insisted upon and ask more this before?

She argues' on face that stands veiled'
eyes are always closed and happiness can’t be hailed
Face can’t bear smile and lips are sealed
Deep wounds are there but can’t be healed

Can my age be given to her and added?
Will his beloved be back in her fold again?
Fortunes should smile and offering no pain,
what do I expect? Efforts should not go in vain,

I have to cross seven high seas and reach
How to come closer to shore or beach?
Should I rush to her with clipped wing?
Against the odd and high speed wind,

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am sad...

I was sad...

I was sad again today
Was there any difficulty on the way?
Did sun did not appear with ray?
It was unusual to feel different way

*Khushi (happiness) was there to feel but not to explain
Sadness was there but not with the pain
Something of that sort but not coming clean
Loss at heart but mind surely feeling win

She was best in her traditional dress
So much shine and happiness on the face
Anybody would find himself in the race
If that turned out to be open chase

Human nature is such and quietly passes through
We may speak nothing but it is quite true
How come you feel for somebody and cry?
Never admit openly and feel very much shy

Life is precious and must be lived on till the end
You got to go near to the people and make them friends
To feel oneness and closeness is to be considered as divine gift
It has remained consistent stand and people see no shift

Many thoughts crossed over mind and disappeared
What may be going on other side? I slightly shivered
She was there for me as assured and reassured
The eyes witnessed flash of light but remained to blur

There is unknown magnetic pull
But vision is clear and mind is full
To take on any eventuality that may follow
Ride over storm and lye low

I took it by surprise and sunk in memory
There was nothing to feel shy or sorry
To feel for somebody can't be termed as an evil
That is divine destiny and remains on card or on anvil

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Amulet

The gift I received so long ago, I wore for
protection wherever i'd go.
Inside was your picture. You were my beau.
So many years have passed by since then
and now to my memory it comes once again.

I wrapped it in tissue the day that you died
and put it away until my tears dried.
My life seemed as if I never could find
the reason for living, as though I were blind.

Why did you leave me? Where did you go?
The days of my life, they moved too slow.
As I grew older my mind went to sleep.
The tears, my love I couldn't even weep.

And then one day a flash in my mind
told me there was something I had to find.
A pendant, a charm or an amulet?
Oh let me remember. Don't let me forget.

I searched and searched all over my rooms.
So much time had gone by, so many moons.
My closets, my drawers, I emptied them out.
Even the Bible I'd almost thrown out.

And then as I picked up the coat that I'd worn
to your funeral my dear that left me forlorn.
The memory of that, how could I forget?
Inside its pocket was my amulet.

I opened it slowly to see once again.
The memory of it all came back and then
before it could fade and my memory depart,
I clasped it on tightly right over my heart.

Now you'll protect me until I'm with you.
I hold it. I treasure it. That's what I do.
The feel of it now as I hold it in hand
gives me peace I need to make my mind
understamd.

-Dedicated to all Alzheimer Patients

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Memory-Picture

Laugh, my Friends, and without blame
Lightly quit what lightly came:
Rich to-morrow as to-day
Spend as madly as you may.
I, with little land to stir,
Am the exacter labourer.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

But my Youth reminds me—‘Thou
Hast liv’d light as these live now:
As these are, thou too wert such:
Much hast had, hast squander’d much.’
Fortune’s now less frequent heir,
Ah! I husband what’s grown rare.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Young, I said: ‘A face is gone
If too hotly mus’d upon:
And our best impressions are
Those that do themselves repair.’
Many a face I then let by,
Ah! is faded utterly.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Marguerite says: ‘As last year went,
So the coming year’ll be spent:
Some day next year, I shall be,
Entering heedless, kiss’d by thee.’
Ah! I hope—yet, once away,
What may chain us, who can say?
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint that lilac kerchief, bound
Her soft face, her hair around:
Tied under the archest chin
Mockery ever ambush’d in.
Let the fluttering fringes streak
All her pale, sweet-rounded cheek.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint that figure’s pliant grace
As she towards me lean’d her face,
Half refus’d and half resign’d,
Murmuring, ‘Art thou still unkind?’
Many a broken promise then
Was new made—to break again.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind,
Eager tell-tales of her mind
Paint, with their impetuous stress
Of inquiring tenderness,
Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie
An angelic gravity.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

What, my Friends, these feeble lines
Show, you say, my love declines?
To paint ill as I have done,
Proves forgetfulness begun?
Time’s gay minions, pleas’d you see,
Time, your master, governs me.
Pleas’d, you mock the fruitless cry
‘Quick, thy tablets, Memory! ‘

Ah! too true. Time’s current strong
Leaves us true to nothing long.
Yet, if little stays with man,
Ah! retain we all we can
If the clear impression dies,
Ah! the dim remembrance prize
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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Wish for divine light

Who says world is not beautiful?
Not full of wise people but more of fools
Friends and foes but not cunning
Applaud your feat when you are winning

Meet only ten each day and talk
Pick the old people and careful walk
Try to pick their wishes and hear
Wipe out the eyes if you find even single tear

Dear, there is enough of joy if you find poor in street
Give nothing but offer few kind words and greet
Listen to blessed words if they ever fall on ears
You may find rest of the life with blessed years

You may come across beautiful faces with good shine
Like red roses with enough of charm and looks so fine
Don’t involve in race but simply ask how are you?
Who know you may good companion and through?

There is enough in near by to keep you in jovial mood
You need not waste time in visiting affluent places for food
Share it with your less privileged friends and exchange words
Promise them to return in near future and look forward

How many people you may come across like this?
Possibly can not be counted and may certainly miss
Yet see the magnitude of this figure when it swells
The rest of the story may be sold and tell very well

I have seen people getting rich with hard work and dedication
Yet you won’t find happiness on face or give slight indication
You can’t win the world with so much wealth and grand show
It may push you away from main stream and they would love to throw

It is rightly said “you may go empty handed”
You had nothing in hand when on earth landed
Ask from almighty about beautiful stay and pray
“Lead me o, lord” and direct the steps on the way

I close my eyes when get time at night
I assess the day’s routine and think right
I visualize the futility and resolve not to fight
Knell down before him and wish for divine light

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A 'Papa, please

I couldn’t see in his eyes
When my son hardly could say bye
I felt so betrayed by his gesture
I could sense of guilt but was not sure

He did not utter a word when I used to thrash
He would go away and cry while making wash
I saw sadness in him but he did not tell
I felt nothing was good or going well

I felt from my heart for his dismay show
He had very slow space and unable to grow
All children were shining in their own way
He was proving helpless and sliding away

He came into this world before maturity
We were still joyous by seeing glorious beauty
He was only hope for our well being
We too were ready to do anything and sing

I tried to read child’s mind
As dad he had nothing to find
I sensed trouble for being so unkind
He wanted me to be considerate and kind

“Dad, can I request you for something”?
He gathered courage and unfolded wing
“I get so much pain when you beat”
“I am unable to bear and it is painful to eat ‘

I almost wept for his pain
This was only his concern main
I was committing unpardonable cruelty
I cursed self and even couldn’t feel pity

‘I will study sincerely and give you result”
“I may prove myself and feel you no insult”
I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went on
He had defeated me and almost won

I used to full him up and throw on ground
He used to weep and no friends were found
‘You may kill him one day” wife scolded
I decided to withdraw with hands folded

He did fare in the life and stood firm
He was obedient and used to confirm
He never disrespected and always obliged
I too felt sense of satisfaction and realized

Life would have chance to retaliate
I was unsure of what steps fate might initiate
It was our belief that we got to suffer for bad act
No one could help if one was at any time out of tract

He is now grown up boy but had chance to remind
“Dad, you were un considerate and unkind”
‘Why were you beating me for absolutely no fault”?
This came to me all of sudden as blue from bolt

Whole scene just went off my memory as flash
Mind and heart was at disagreement and always at clash
If we try to be good parent or obedient children
Life garden will become green with happiness and never barren

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Take her over

I nearly collapsed with tears
I was unable to withstand and bear
How could death take her over?
When she needed comfort and cover

I see her beautiful eyes with message
It may be years before than of her age
The picture reveals of deep anguish
As if pond is dried of fishes

She is no more day in this world
Her memory pushes me in cold
How much she had dreamed for future
I won’t be able to put it for sure

I am at the top of the ladder
I serve the poor as doctor
I read pain in your eyes
There are many questions unanswered. Why?

Years have been passed yet you are same
I see reflection of quality in your name
I feel proud of being your kid
You were kind enough to provide me all the leads

Where you are mom? But here in my dream
I always used to sleep in your arm
Your were like tree and provided shade
I miss you so much even after many years of wedding

I loved the way you treated
No anger but always greeted
Provided whatever you could do
How lovely and innocent you were to be true

Never go off from my memory
I feel so deprived and sorry
I look at yours eyes and miss
That lovely and sweet forehead kiss

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Papa you too....part II

I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while

If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,

One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,

I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind

I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile

was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?

I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?

I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,

You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,

Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,

Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,

had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,

So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,

I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise

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A papa in same boat