Sad queen
I have named her as sad queen
She is in bad mood and happiness is not seen
I loved to touch her barren mind
I hoped some oasis of sweet kind
She is very good at heart
Sticks to religious views and looks smart
It is her way of looking at object
I must understand her before out rightly reject
I found she has heart but refuses to beat
It is afraid to bear any more heat
For hours she may be confined to seat
Thinks about the coming days to greet
She is tragedy queen if I may call
She has seen ugly world after all
She was forbidden to avail happiness
You can find worry and wrinkles on her face
I read different hidden lines
She has glitter in her eyes even though hides or confines
I try to read deeply in her eyes with eagerness
She gave consent to probe and trace
I am no flirt or woman monger
But some how I am very much eager
To read face lines and touch the weak nerve
It helps me to read correctly and observe
I tend to fall in sweet lines
Flow with tragic events sometimes
This brings me closer to individual
It works as healing touch and not adding as fuel
As I was referring about tragic sad queen
She is now completely changed and happily seen
She has known the world very closely and followed
But nothing has changed her mind or allowed
She is there for all the praise
I don’t put questions or raise
She replies calmly and to the point
There is truth and only truth without any guilt
I have developed some soft corner
I don’t how when fruits it will bear
But in desert also you can expect shower
This can be enjoyed and seen by fewer
We are all human being and need affection
Every move on our part speaks of some action
Either it may borne out of anger or frustration
Or considerably influenced by strong relation
I wish it should rain and bring some respite
The life had been made hell with struggle and fight
It had offered no result and on the contrary made to suffer
I thought she needed helping hand with very good offer
Life may move on and so the time may pass
We may loose the face but stand among class
The struggle is part of our life and must be endured
The position at any cost must be availed or secured
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Read Between The Lines
Uh hu
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
Ah ah ah ah
Late afternoon
Its the sun going down
A call on the cell
Why is he in such a hurry
Leaving the room
Hes mumbling too
Now look what hes doing
Hes leaving out the room
No explanation
No ask for location
Just watching him pacing
Wonder who hes chasing
Looks like versation
The end of debation
Hed love to go swing and
(chorus)
You better open your mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Hot in the morning
Im up waiting for breakfast
Know your getting restless
This fool is full of questions
Little replying
Whole lot of denying
Instead I feel life in
So why do you keep on trying
Touch for the median
Now hes a comedian
Thats all the more reason
Its changing like the season
Are you still pleasing
How soon youll be leaving
Which one hell be creeping
(chorus)
(bridge)
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on running me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on runing me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Cause youre thinking
Your ___ aint mistaken
My temperatures peaking
Now why is you barely speaking
Busting his bubble
And he knows hes in trouble
Hes talking in doubles
I listen to him hardly believing
Changing the story
And trying to ignore me
Still reaching out for me
Still aint no point in reaching
Give me a reason
To put you back on the line
You wasted enough time
I had to open my mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
(bridge repete 2xs)
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No Bluff
You can never look worry free
If your eyes are on fruits and tree
You may be thinking as how to make best use
An idle mind is always in search of when let loose
It is human psychology and remains on constant move
They find no means for apprehensions to remove
This leads to unnecessary wrangling in mind
For which they struggle very hard to find
Only some people are exception to this syndrome
They are always happy when happily driven home
Nothing perturbs them when they are on guard
Everything is clear when they think and move forward
Inner reflection is seen on outer surface
That in turn reflects on the beautiful face
Its brings about glory and shine
Everything moves on smoothly and makes to feel fine
It is quoted 'What even if whole world you gain'
Loose the life or rest of the period is in pain
Nothing helps except contentment and happiness
That drives you in safe mode without any mad race
At first look itself you can make out
What can be happiness we all talk about!
It is self radiance with immense glow
As if bright sun shine is allowed to flow
Think for a moment and go for universal treasure
It may have many things in store to offer
You have everything to enjoy with pleasure
Only make it ample clear and doubly sure
It is easy to preach but difficult to practice
When you run out of words and promises
You may have to lead simple life with proof
It must be made known that life is real and can run without bluff
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Faces
I cant read faces but i can read yours;
I know it when youre sad or happy,
not through your smile but through your eyes;
and the lines of your forehead,
and the lines of your cheeks...
they tell your secrets and then mystery unfolds.
The beauty of your chin...and the lines of your lips,
they tell me of something that hasn't been told.
Sometimes you laugh, but you're empty inside...
sometimes you frown, but your heart glowed with pride.
Sometimes serious, but your face
has something to hide.
I know coz your eyes tell me everything,
everything within your soul.
You have so many faces...
and i wonder if the world knows.
I wonder if they can read them,
or see what you conceal..
I wonder if they can see your mysteries...
secrets to steal.
And i wonder if they can look into
your eyes like open doors.
I know i cant read faces...
but i can read yours.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Read It
Read the meaning behind the lines of truth,
So that your fortune grows, adjusts and produces.
Read the fellowship between a man and a woman
A woman and a man, the same that were together.
A vow has been managed, both are satisfied.
Marrying the people after agreement
Is loving and sweet, it is a plain love-affair!
We read between the lines that we read
To achieve our role in life that surrounds
Us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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God smiles on everybody
God smiles on everybody whether you read scriptures or not
These are arguments of yesteryears and need not be fought
Whatever appeals your heart and mind becomes religion
Choose whomever you like and stay as companion
These are all true things to learn and observe
It will be really nice to stay at disposal and serve
No matter what ideology you share or believe
Must live in heart with love and try honestly to live
If you have good heart and kindness at heart then you will smile
The whole of area around you may bear the same for a while
Nothing will affect your daily routine as you are close to him
He will take care of everything even if some of the chances are thin
I read your message on Poor’s face
Toiling very hard without being in any race
I saw sarisfaction, gratitude and complete faith
I forgot almighty or God and remained with him
I saw God every where around
His music was prevalent in every object and found
The air was responding with all rhythms and music
There was beauty and only natural beauty as magic
You need not search peace ion any temple or church
It will prove illusory and result into futile search
You need not be told about omni presence or to be preached
You can directly have link or easily reached
Love does not mean physical attachment with beauty
You can have it as part of life and become naughty
But still at large it is affection and love to fellow men
If this is to be taken as any indication then it is good omen
Love spreads love and emanates same in vicinity
This is called humble submission with good quality
Where hate can be countered with love and affection?
What else do we contemplate or want as action?
Merely visiting a holy place is no answer
This might have been understood by fewer
Still it holds the views and ground very well
No one may be in position to offer different tale
It is not bad to hold orthodox views with reasons
It cling us to be near to Him as devotee or religious person
Still if you held broad views about him and surrender
It may work as miracle and pure wonder
See smile and love on each face
God may be compelled to resurface
This is rare probability in case
But we may through very good phase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not New Find
I often regret my being so
I decided to let bad habit go
Not to look at others faults
And not to try any tricks and offer jolts
It is not possible if you are having no means
People may try to influence you and win
They will make you to fall in their lines
Make akin to their liking and designs
I won’t buy arguments in favor
If you speak truth the relation will sour
You may pay penalty for being true
But truly speaking you got to be little untrue too
Each day may not be favorable
You may find it full of troubles
Some way has to be worked out
If not you may face worst route
You can read those fake lines
You need not choose any particular lines
The opponent knows what your aim is
It will be then his counter move to fix
Such is game in real life
It is rally an sharp age of cutting knife
You can’t take anybody for granted
You got to maintain friendship even if unwanted
No one may miss single chance
They will be in hurry to avail it at once
But one thing is set in everybody’s mind
The treachery, deception and other things are not new find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Turn Me On
I wake up in a different daylight
Guess i haven't been around
See me follow the shadow haunting your body
Naked like water - shining like honey
Move me - you turn me on - the thrill of it all
You turn me on - the thrill of it all
You turn me on - the thrill of it all
I read in the paper how everything's changed
But it's all the same - it's out of the game
I reach out and touch an endless temptation live in a dream - the strangest sensation
Move me - you turn me on...
The lines i have written are the lines on your face
They merge out of nowhere - and leave with no trace
And i've had the feeling we're turnin' to one
When everything's said - when everything's done
Move me - you turn me on...
You move me - oh, baby, turn me on
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An ugly or bad face
It made her very sad and felt embarrassed
Situation developed all of sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were hostile to be pressed
Emotions ran high and worries were suddenly traced
She did hide her face and almost wept
No one was ready to look at her and accept
Was it a good offer or to reject?
Who on the earth is so perfect?
I couldn’t say she was normal or ugly
She looked Intelligent but seemed so homely
Black spots were visible on the rough face
For her there was no one in the race
Right from the day one of her gaining consciousness
She faced all words of world with seriousness
She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness
Some concrete moves were on her part with fineness
Was she ugly and looked clumsy of her own?
Why people, friends offer her and disown?
Was she asking for precious stone or crown?
it was only honorable living without any frown
She moved easily with confidence and boldness
People still frowned with and offered coldness
She still surged ahead with disregards to all
It was need of the hour and urgent call
Nothing could shake her zeal and will power
She never looked below but always at peak or tower
Only cowards and weak look down with shyness
She was good at all move with bright success
Everybody may not look at and praise outer beauty
It was role of almighty who did his best duty
Who are we to criticize and insult the ugly person?
I find nothing new or wrong with any of the reason
someone from us liked her and offered rose
Millions of questions just invaded her mind and posed?
Was that the out come of trust in God she reposed?
She never thought of such and ideas tossed
Was that the inner strength in her which prevailed?
All far off chances even if not sure must be availed
Life is full of uncertainties and must be respected
One should search the soul and must be inspected
God has given us fine body with fertile mind
It must have generosity and pity of all kind
What is use of outer beauty if that can’t show?
All human ingredients which are essential to grow
She was not embarrassed now and stood erect
Nothing new was needed for her to feel correct
It was the an act of almighty to feel holy grace
What was there to worry about ugly or beautiful face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The New York Times
Oh,
It makes no sense to me
Yeah, I was living in a different world when I heard the news
I keep having the same bad dream
And it makes me want to hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in the new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It makes me crazy
It makes no sense to me,
This eye for an eye thing,
It has gone too far
I dont know anyone who doesnt hurt inside
I would like to believe we could learn from this
And maybe some day we can make things right
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in my new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I read about the world
It makes me crazy
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
Gotta read between the lines
Whoa, gotta read between the lines
I really want to believe I can make things right
I want to believe I can learn to feel alright inside
I want to believe I can learn to make things right
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
I see your face, I see your smile
Read all about you in the new york times
I can see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes
You seem so alive
I really think about you
I want to believe we can make things right
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
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Closely guarded
It is closely guarded secret
Thought should not be allowed to let
At improper time and place be
At what ever the case may be
I would not claim it to be God gift
You made little change and shift
You are now on some other plot
The mind is occupied with slot
Here it can be termed as unusual
This can not be developed as casual
It requires tremendous skill and grip
The writing must cut through and make others weep
The mind gives away only when you think of generosity
This is one of the most desired qualities
A poet must feel at heart and his pen must shake
The moment he feels that his thoughts are fake
I weep at the plight of the poor farmers
They are our guardians and real charmers
What we are today is really a recognized gesture?
He is there for us to offer a secure future
My pen shape the words in anticipation
As it has feelings and direct relation
I feel at the close of their hearts
What a lovely belonging through my writing art!
How can I stop any one from gaining access?
How can I show displeasure and other lines on the face?
What would they bring with them for me?
I have thought over it and made them feel free
I feel every beat of their feelings
Their plight and agony is certainly killing
I owe my existence and piece of bread
How can I fail them for their emotions to read?
If at all I have to weep for their cause
It will be purely for their humble guess
One day someone may write and understand the plight
Give whatever is due to them without any struggle or fight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am unable to understand
Unseen should be seen
I am eager and keen
So far where have you been?
You are symbol of queen
I have adored and admired
I feel exhausted and tired
An end of road seems difficult
Despite earnest efforts still no result
I tried o probe your mind
I failed to understand and find
You were there symbol of love and very kind
You were unsure yourself and did rescind
You loved to be seen around
The joy and happiness always found
It perfectly matched and looked sound
It was gaining momentum and held the ground
All of sudden you preferred to disappear
Left me alone to live with agony and to bear
I wished some sweet words from her to hear
She stood all the times to me very dear
That did not happen as miracle
It was difficult moment or cycle
I couldn’t guess or believe
It added to tension but not relieved
It gave me little insight to guess
She appeared very beautiful in dress
She stood as symbol of love and peace
I had no control over feelings to release
It is saddest ever unforgettable moment
I was not in position to comment
The air too stopped its cool movement
I stood motionless to offer any vent
Love is inseparable part of life and must stay
It must rule over heart and have clear say
No one can or must break it for any reason
It is sign of good human and as nice person
I was for sure that it may find suitable answer
Not all may be lucky to enjoy it however
I had no reservation to seek few favor
It was her choice to show discomfort and disfavor
She had preference and own reason to remain in oblivion
It was my turn now to go back seek place in pavilion
The race was over and result was openly known
It was well judged move and decision of her own
The love birds fly together to find new nests to seek refuge
They may lay eggs and allow no one to come near by or refuse
It is strong zeal to stay together for any times to come
Life is to be spent in happiness when they come back home
I don’t want to think about the mystery that how it did take place
I had unbearable pain that no body could take it away or replace
I may have to suffer it whole life with not a single word to utter
I will have to keep it in strong heart wall and the shutter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice way
I wish I can find you and share
no matter where you stand and go where
it is nicest way to fall in line
it may look sound and fine
With all her glittery smile
i loose sense for a while
I have yet to see and cover the miles
Among all truth and lies
how deeply i feel the pulse?
i had all love and no curse
it did touch my wounds and nurse
i could see the clear course
i loved you for simple reason
i never cared for any season
I saw poetic soul in you
it impressed me and is very true
Moon offered me silver lines
i could read it clearly between lines
there was clear message
How would be able to hide and manage?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If You Read These Lines This Morning
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines that are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
i, who is nothing to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who You Are To Me
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That poem
It was a day much like any other.
Too many letters to open right now;
The phone pipped and bleeped and hissed
as it recorded too many requests
to read here, go there, answer these questions,
be interviewed;
why did you write this poem,
did you mean – ten lines
of prosaic speculation follow, about some mere
two words; wouldn’t this poem
be better without the last two lines?
please read my poems and
return the manuscript with
your extensive comments…
(the invisible PS reads ‘I’m just
as good as you, and younger, and, moreover,
more in touch’…)
the occasional face peering
over the gate; once every few weeks
a stranger boldly knocking at the door
so sure the poet would be glad
to meet a fan, unannounced,
eager to tell them what their
poetry really meant…
his fame, like some dark aura
which he would have craved, in those days
when he rose early, wrote for hours
to preserve his sanity, before he went out
to that job which made him miserable – his fame
now pressed around, demanding.
It was a day much like any other:
a poem might come, life
might flow; flow down, flow through, flow out..
Dusk and a sigh and a laying down of pen;
should today’s lines go straight into the overflowing bin,
or be returned to tomorrow, in the fresh of day -
there seemed to be something there
around coffee time that morning,
it was going somewhere…
Years later, this poem, found in his
random papers when his widow
paid her last gleaning respects to the genius
which she loved less certainly
than she loved the man –
this poem would be pounced upon,
chewed, spat out with discriminating pride
by literati – look, our idol has his feet of clay..
shall we measure his greatness by his failure
or feed our envy and our self-regard?
No. Sit here, in his chair; take up his pen;
put that poem in front of you;
be there, on that day like any other
when no sublime inspiration came;
yet, work was done, somewhere, innerly;
know that;
love poetry.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An Introduction To The Ensuing Discourse.
These lines I at this time present
To all that will them heed,
Wherein I show to what intent
God saith, Convert[2] with speed.
For these four things come on apace,
Which we should know full well,
Both death and judgment, and, in place
Next to them, heaven and hell.
For doubtless man was never born
For this life and no more:
No, in the resurrection morn
They must have weal or woe.
Can any think that God should take
That pains, to form a man
So like himself, only to make
Him here a moment stand?
Or that he should make such ado,
By justice, and by grace;
By prophets and apostles too,
That men might see his face?
Or that the promise he hath made,
Also the threatenings great,
Should in a moment end and fade?
O! no, this is a cheat.
Besides, who is so mad, or worse,
To think that Christ should come
From glory, to be made a curse,
And that in sinners' room,
If nothing should by us be had
When we are gone from hence,
But vanities, while here? O mad
And foolish confidence.
Again, shall God, who is the truth,
Say there is heaven and hell
And shall men play that trick of youth
To say, But who can tell?
Shall he that keeps his promise sure
In things both low and small,
Yet break it like a man impure,
In matters great'st of all?
O, let all tremble at that thought,
That puts on God the lie,
That saith men shall turn unto nought
When they be sick and die.
Alas, death is but as the door
Through which all men do pass,
To that which they for evermore
Shall have by wrath or grace.
Let all therefore that read my lines,
Apply them to the heart:
Yea, let them read, and turn betimes,
And get the better part.
Mind therefore what I treat on here,
Yea, mind and weigh it well;
'Tis death and judgment, and a clear
Discourse of heaven and hell.
poem by John Bunyan
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After All
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!
Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame);
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.
It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I'll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.
Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl -- you have driven the worst away --
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;
We'll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Life in isolation
Life in isolation
In no way it helps to be alone
You are constantly facing fear of cyclone
It may sometime never come and strike
You may only be dreaming and flying kite
You have accepted pessimism as only way
That is driving you miles away
From reality and pushing to the brink
It may further force you to sink
You can have no peace at all
When respond to unreasonable call
No one has succeeded in isolation
In seclusion alone without having relation
Life may come to standstill
The inner conscious may loose strong will
Even though you are in life
But always fearful of loosing with knife
Life is no life without company
This has been experienced by many
No one has appreciated it so far
We can’t lead the life by looking at star
Think of the fact that you are human
It is good quality of man and woman
The truth must be clearly borne in mind
There are ways to come out of it and find
It is clear tendency on your part to kill
Lack of strength, enough of confidence and good will
You must live by self but not alone
Those days are definitely gone
You are young and energetic
Life can’t be stagnated or made static
There is so much to live by ideals
Life may then seem as and real
If at all you are not told
Face the truth and be bold
Life is yours and soul must obey
This is how you find sun and bright ray
This fear is unreal and only exists in mind
Some of the bare facts may appeal even to blind
Rest your mind not on imaginary facts
Start new life and don’t hastily act
Make it sure that you are master
You must gain time and move on faster
Life is to be caught up with speed and zeal
It may make difference for you to feel
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Entering new day
As usual I am entering new day in life
Everybody is wishing me but first was wife
She held my hand in gratitude
As I had remained with her with great magnitude
Today candles are lighted
Many achievements are highlighted
Some of my hay days and nice moments
Lovely chance to hear and read comments
Child days are sweet and memorable
Taken care of by parents and made capable
This was all needed for strong foundation
As every child needs care with lovely relation
As the days pass by you know about the people around
Your aspirations and upcoming days to look sound
All efforts to come out as successful man
And of course to need a wife as beautiful woman
I remember standing before mirror for several hours
Dreaming about girl to play part in coming years
To pass off the life as shining example
As so many reminded me of life as only a bubble
Life has flowed like water in river
Rushing towards goal but not sure or never
Sometimes disappearing in between without trace
Some of that kind feared to occur and to be faced
As always seen, God is always kind to all
Responds to your prayers and attends the call
Everything is given liberally without judging your acts
Only we fail to recognize it as divine gift in fact
In fact we must be grieving for past year
In many cases we have refused unpleasant things to hear
We have forgotten those old days which were made to bear
Otherwise life was so cruel on us to force eyes with tears
It is reminder to us not to shed tears but to stand fast
Thank God earnestly that he made us forget it at last
Now today we are better off and enjoying the fruit
The path is open with happiness and powerful delight
Many more birthdays may approach
We may be celebrating them as such
What do we remember specially on that day?
Keep me among my brethrens and not push away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fallen In Love
He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi
Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements
Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through
When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free
So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer
It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find
Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?
Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle
It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene
I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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