Silent spectator
I sit silent and seek no solace
Search for hut and not the palace
Simple desire with no strings attached
Emotionally bound but never feel detached,
My soul cry over the sufferings and misery
Pray for blessings even for adversary
I want to be apostle for needy and poor
Serve to the best of ability from door to door
Can I not spend little time for needy?
World is moving fast and people are greedy?
No time for peasants and country men
this can be sign of downfall and bad omen
if I can wipe the tears and distribute food
Kind words which may prove to be good
providing shelters and taking them out of wood
Medicines and food along with fresh supply of blood
These are all impracticable and idealistic views
May not be shared by many but only few
Thoughts may peter out as morning dews,
Headlines may appear but not as good news,
I may not venture and go for big move
Try at least for apprehensions to remove
Let needy dream and wait for good words
If not men but blessings from the Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only Desire Will Not Work
Only desire will not give good start
Feel from inner depth and start
Poetry and emotions start with tears
That speaks of your anguish to bear
Make those feeling to be heard in words
Do nothing and wait for blessings from the lord
Words have powerful impact
That makes you to cry with skill and art
You need no pen and paper
That may be like words on water
It may go away with one fresh wave
Nothing will remain in mind for others to behave
Inject emotions that must look real
Undergone with sufferings while making deal
It may then be felt by others same as you
This is principle when you are writing true
You need not ask how they feel about poems
Let it come in form of few words by them
Simple acceptance of facts may certainly make the space
You may then have satisfaction with bright shine on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Psalm 35
You are a shield to me oh Lord
You are the salvation of my soul
May my enemies be as chaff before the wind
And rain on their heads fires of coal
Let all who rise up against you
And those who seek my life
Flee before the angel of the Lord
They are purveyors of misery and strife
My soul rejoices in your justice
And I cry ' who is like unto you'
You see the distress of the poor and needy
Nothing is hidden from your view
Lord I have wept over my enemies heart
Yet they reward me evil for good
I fasted for them when they were sick
Yet they consumed me like devils food
How long oh Lord will you look on
As the evil sweeps in with the tide
Will you move your hand to stay the flood
Or shall I take to the cave and hide
Oh Lord I hear nothing, all is silence
And you seem to be far from me
My enemies rejoice at my falling
Oh Lord, can you not see?
Let them shout for joy and be glad
who favor the righteous cause
May you be high and lifted up
So we hear men and angels applause
poem by Frank McEleny
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I miss
You may call me dear
Agony and pain you bear
No complaints or words I hear
Why not you make it very clear?
You always guided me as sun beam
Projected work as complete team
Life would have been utterly failure
If you had not made it fully secure
I am paying it very dearly
I miss the death very nearly
Cry from distance makes me upset
Nothing seems right from the outset
I may not deliver any good
My promises may not serve as tonic for food
How to prove and show the earnest feeling?
I can’t shed the tears even if willing?
The world, people and nature will laugh at me
They will find it as stage to be enjoyed free
Can we not present its beautiful look?
This s only way to come out of hook
Let not any one notice the plight?
We may not separate or go out of sight
What is the reason feel bad or fight?
We may choose what we feel is right
I am visibly moved
My apprehensions still not removed
I am carried away by the simple sentiments
They are not sad but glorious moments
Love is to give and sacrifice
Words may not prove or suffice
It will be simple trajectory of mind
May prove any time its essence and kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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O, lord
Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and might God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,
I should have divine power,
Healing power and mercy to shower,
Pity on needy and blessings to poor,
Hear and bless to our urge sincere,
No misuse but application right,
Injustice challenge and rightful fight,
But will be good in hands of man?
Can earthly people act as human?
You may lament after giving power,
Complete chaos in the hands of wrong doer,
No more preachers and religious nun,
Seers, peers and God man on run,
You may be tired when facing alone,
I may prove honest and single one,
I may be your right hand and simple soul,
You will have no reason to smell foul,
Try at the outset and bless at once,
Declare it open and simply pronounce,
Rest my work will do and announce,
Not your word will ever bounce,
You might not have tried any more,
New ideas and ground to explore,
All human beings will sleep and snore,
No ill will and grudges bore,
I may still be the best bat,
It is simple but not ideas fat,
Neither has it had connivance of cat,
Nor it may wait hunt for rat,
You may not listen to my request,
Never may I claim it as conquest,
I thought it means honest and best,
Words to be kept amidst acid test,
I may look fool in your eyes,
Don’t intend to score run in byes,
I thought you may have one good hand,
Healer, compatriot and very good friend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lord
Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and mighty God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,
I should have divine power,
Healing power and mercy to shower,
Pity on needy and blessings to poor,
Hear and bless to our urge sincere,
No misuse but application right,
Injustice challenge and rightful fight,
But will be good in hands of man?
Can earthly people act as human?
You may lament after giving power,
Complete chaos in the hands of wrong doer,
No more preachers and religious nun,
Seers, peers and God man on run,
You may be tired when facing alone,
I may prove honest and single one,
I may be your right hand and simple soul,
You will have no reason to smell foul,
Try at the outset and bless at once,
Declare it open and simply pronounce,
Rest my work will do and announce,
Not your word will ever bounce,
You might not have tried any more,
New ideas and ground to explore,
All human beings will sleep and snore,
No ill will and grudges bore,
I may still be the best bat,
It is simple but not ideas fat,
Neither has it had connivance of cat,
Nor it may wait hunt for rat,
You may not listen to my request,
Never may I claim it as conquest,
I thought it means honest and best,
Words to be kept amidst acid test,
I may look fool in your eyes,
Don’t intend to score run in byes,
I thought you may have one good hand,
Healer, compatriot and very good friend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kind Gesture
I may not keep pace and go wrong
I have yet to cover path which is so long
I am blessed everything for a song
Find suitable and honourable place among
Let my pillow be stone
Ordinary life and no throne
Let me find and seek the solace
Allow me to see joy on people’s face
I may not remain so long and forever
Little sympathy and respect however
I may consider it blessings and gift
I want only mercy from you with little shift
I must honestly pray and confess
Don’t shower me with so much bless
It will make me headstrong and arrogant
So much wealth and fame beyond the want
I want to remain in your feet and pray
Honestly living with not in race or fray
I shall spend the life for poor and needy
Shall keep away from cheats and greedy
Kindly lead me from darkness to light
Vigilant eye to find what is wrong and right
I may fail to understand your power and might
Bestow me with kindness, vision or sight
I shall Endeavour to be good human being
Recitals of prayers and worthy songs to sing
Respect to all religions irrespective of faith
I may bow my head……………………
May find your blessing even in failure
Ailing mind to have definite cure
Not to cheat others and attempt to lure
Double the efforts to make win shot sure
All I need is your kind gesture
Nothing in particular or bright future
It may follow with your simple grace
Infuse me with kindness and love to embrace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Money Rules the Present World
My house is open to my siblings all;
My heart’s open to most human beings;
It is an unconditional and free call;
To be by friends, I want just sane earthlings!
I want so much to help the world ’round me;
My heart goes down to the poor and needy;
The genuine ones don’t come for charity;
The world I find is jealous and greedy!
The more I dilute my principles good,
There isn’t an increase in sanity found;
The money’s sake, some ingest any food!
Let world remain as such; I am God-bound.
The driving-force appears to be money!
These days, ev’n bees can’t make their own honey!
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Why to talk
Why to talk of harmony and world peace?
Poverty, hunger and all comforts you miss
Distrust and apprehensions rule the day
I don’t find easy solutions or the way
We must win the heart of millions
To wipe out the poverty from regions
Detach self from the clutches of religions
Why we should not form the single opinion
What would we benefit by hoarding?
Ho many miseries we may be loading
No one may utter a word in this regard
Still you may not like to hear and disregard
By retaining surplus we are starving hungry
They may curse from within but not feel angry
If we can hear the call given by almighty?
There may be happiness, peace and amity
These words are not meaningless or hollow
One should feel it inwardly and follow
Conscience should bite and must allow
Pride, anger must be kept aside or to swallow
Can we build happy nation when people are hungry?
Rule the world with promises hollow and empty?
What do they ask in return for their survival?
Poverty elimination process for immediate revival
Rich nations can step in for their rescue
They need care and aid is over due
So many die for the want of food and medicine
Only open sky over head and no life line
We are merely watching their plight
Do not care or think of their rights
Have they not come with His blessings?
Have we any right left than confessing?
World at large can do so many things
Its fate is uncertain and largely hinges
If we part with little expenses and comforts?
Food and medicines can reach to needy ports
International gangs and mafias rule
Help does not reach destination in full
So many loose precious lives only for food
We must sincerely take them out of wood
We can build world order with mutual consent
Nothing comes in a way or anybody may resent
People may differ and speak with different ascent
Message of love and peace may be globally sent
World is divided over certain features
No solution is seen in near future
Many nations act irresponsible and in haste
World community at large suffers and detest
World is passing through critical stage
International affairs are difficult to manage
Diplomacy is having its tough time
Not enough could be done to curb the crimes
We should not lose hope for better tomorrow
World at large will come to terms and follow
It may deliver what is expected from them
We can take free air and breathe then
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Christmas time is here
Christmas time is here
lets bring on the cheer
presents to buy for everyone
but the homeless ones get none
Christmas time is here
what was that you said dear
yes this year we will help at the mission
all the food we will be up dishing
Christmas time is here,
but what about the poor
us who are well off open up your door
help those who can't get any moore
Christmas time is here
can't you do something
lets reach out to the needy and the poor
we must not close our door
Christmas time is here
lets give everyone some cheer
christmas time is a time for giving
so lets give someone a reason for living
witten December 17,2006
Watch Green Leaves
It is lovely to watch green leaves
The miracle of God has to be believed
Tree so barren gets fresh outlets
Tree was to be felled with regret
Why sudden lease of fresh breath
The time was near for shot sure death
Yet it has shown some sign of continuity
Life can be restored to its original quality
Human body thrives little longer
Medicines and food make it stronger
It can last some more years
Even though there is unknown fear
What happens when face turns pale?
All worries rush on face like fresh tale
Some change has taken place inside
Can’t be hold and difficult to confide
It is final warning to say good bye
Nothing may help even desperate try
Life is to be given up at the last
The changes may take very fast
Every object on earth has to perish
It has warranty and date to finish
However we may never ill wish or expect to end
It has to be parted with good bye to friends
It is difficult to get detached
We are emotionally attached
Little separation gives us pain with gloom
There is no choice, enough space or room
You can read worry lines
The face is marred by yellow signs
No one knows when leaf may fall down
With little swing from air it will be blown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nice to receive
It is nice to receive divine call
Not all react positively and fall
As it is not afforded all the time
Miss it once and will be construed as crime
Golden saying “God resides in poor'
Never hurl abuse or show the door
You may face the same hour
No reprieve will be given even you roll on the floor
Render some help to needy
Don’t be selfish and greedy
Surrender to thee and be little speedy
Time is running out so always be ready
The human body may not be possible again
Same blood may not run in vain
Utilize whatever you can in little space
The pleasure may well be seen on the face
Earn in return even if do a little charity
Make it practice as per your position and ability
You paid thousand times back with blessings
It is common fact and do not allow it to go missing
Who cares for destitute and downtrodden?
This thought does not enter in mind even
It is purely and incidental awakening
That does not allow the case to weaken
Not all may be wanted for same cause
Someone should come forward because
It is not the normal course to adopt
The poor needs it urgently and very prompt
The God is merciful on those who are very kind
All happiness and prosperity in turn they find
Their source of income is doubled in near future
They have all reason to feel happy and secure
It is always good to be donor
You have down hand as acceptor
You have to raise the eyes to see face
You may feel let down while receiving it in race
Not all are given lion’s heart to respond
It is generosity and kindness that correspond
The water may not be loss if taken from the pond
On the contrary it will find more places to add
Charity can also be done with empty hand
If you believe in it and have clear trend
If you have divine eye to see the end
You may find all equal to that of friends
It should couple with good intent
It will useless to think afterwards and resent
It should be forgotten once passed out from the hand
You should care for only to see it has proper place to land
Great satisfaction is in offing
Once the service rendered for calling
It is nice to feel satisfaction
It is good parameter with indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Provide water and air which is clean and pure
Water
Is the most important
Need of life
The miracle liquid
Is scarce and polluted
Specially in the villages
The poor and needy
Are force to drink it in plenty
Science and technology
Is being used more and more
By all the countries
Underdeveloped nations
In their urge
To become developed
Use resources
In an unbalanced manner
Nobody bothers
About the poor villagers
Industries of rich and powerful
Pollute environment and soil
Toxifying the water underneath
With chemicals like chlorine
Rivers and lakes too face their ire
Poor people forced to drink
The same water
Causing diseases
In the poor and needy
What was provided by god?
Free of cost, is now bought
Enormous profits are earned
In the name of water,
Pure and healthy
I ask everybody
To wake and rise
Force the rulers
To use their might
Provide water and air
Which is clean and pure
Develop water purifiers
Cheap and handy
Distribute them to the needy
Save poor people from
Disease and dying
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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If I Had A Million In Money
Though money will not save you from the reaper and your mental depression won't cure
I'd rather be wealthy and unhappy than to be unhappy and poor
For how can some one poor be truly happy and it does not make much sense to me
When some says he is happy go lucky though he is living in poverty?
If I had a million in money I could help out a needy few
For if you are a poor ordinary battler not much to help out can you do
I know what it feels like without money one might say tell us something new
And that money can speak any language as ever happens to be true.
You may be a well meaning person a kind soul with a heart of gold
But lack of money is your major drawback the same old story as of old
And without money you cannot do much for others though you can help them in some other way
Like doing work for some needy person without asking for any pay.
If I had a million in money I could help a few friends in need
And others would say he is generous and by good example he lead
But I am as poor as a church mouse and I've never been financially secure
And like everyone lacking in money I cannot do much for the poor.
poem by Francis Duggan
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If one day pledge.....
For good If one day pledge is taken
Promises to be made for not to be broken
Happy smile for good will gesture as token
Words to seem sweet when spoken
No stray shooting in silent war zones
No verbal abuses but only mild words on the phones
Who says enemy can’t be won over?
If you insist and try for lost ground to recover
what happens if you forgo one day lunch or meal?
No more forgery and an attempt to steal
No wild attacks and willful attempt to kill
will this not be considered as strongest will?
Can you lend your helping hand to an orphan?
No one will laugh at you and make a fun
Noble gesture will earn you peace in mind
What If something is parted with cash or in kind?
You may loose nothing by remaining poor
if you can help your neighbor very next door
He may come to your help in need of an hour
Why to worry then for through out the year?
Sweet words and good wishes to ailing parent
Expression of sorrow, apologetic gesture with laments
Get together with all and exchange of good wishes
Nothing is left behind as bitterness is over and finishes
Knelling down to Lord and ask for reprieve
Ask for forgiveness if any one you have deprived
Hope day may change and bring joy in abundance
You may be noticed by Him even if in audience
One day pledge may set in life new course
Rich may remain rich and poor always poor of course
God will listen to you at an appointed hour
Nothing will go against your conscience and honor
Try to work out on one day pledge
No matter how much is your age?
Its end will be fine and ever lasting
you may enjoy the fruit without fasting
If God has given you enough to last
You should be the one and very fast
God’s influence is huge and not be missing
You will enjoy everything with His blessings
If you part with little it will add
Double your happiness without making you sad
It is natural to see blessings with joy
Happiness all over and nothing to annoy
One day pledge may have ever lasting effect
It will be considered as honorable and generous act
What if we have to go under little sufferings?
Nothing will be at loss if thought for offerings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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‘He came unto His own, and His own received Him not’
As Christ the Lord was passing by,
He came, one night, to a cottage door.
He came, a poor man, to the poor;
He had no bed whereon to lie.
He asked in vain for a crust of bread,
Standing there in the frozen blast.
The door was locked and bolted fast.
‘Only a beggar!’ the poor man said.
Christ the Lord went further on,
Until He came to a palace gate.
There a king was keeping his state,
In every window the candles shone.
The king beheld Him out in the cold.
He left his guests in the banquet-hall.
He bade his servants tend them all.
‘I wait on a Guest I know of old.’
‘’Tis only a beggar-man!’ they said.
‘Yes,’ he said; ‘it is Christ the Lord.’
He spoke to Him a kindly word,
He gave Him wine and he gave Him bread.
Now Christ is Lord of Heaven and Hell,
And all the words of Christ are true.
He touched the cottage, and it grew;
He touched the palace, and it fell.
The poor man is become a king.
Never was man so sad as he.
Sorrow and Sin on the throne make three,
He has no joy in mortal thing.
But the sun streams in at the cottage door
That stands where once the palace stood.
And the workman, toiling to earn his food,
Was never a king before.
poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Psalm 12
Help oh Lord for the Godly man ceases
And the enemy pours in and breaks to pieces
The poor the afflicted and those who are needy
Are condemned by the vile, the wicked, the greedy
Now I will arise and deliver the poor
And deliver him safely through an open door
For my Word is like silver, tried and true
I will preserve them forever, though they be but few
poem by Frank McEleny
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With the Sun Going Down With Nowhere To Go
With scars adept to traffic,
I go sideways: The dogs want out.
They are very needy, and the days are needy
Too. Another one has eaten the world,
My soul is joyous- but my face tired-
If I sold wine, I’d be beautiful,
I’d have a little family, and a house in the
Snow- I’d play with my daughter under the
Tree, and I wouldn’t listen no matter what
The serpent sang to me;
And my soul is joyous, it has nowhere to go.
Maybe tomorrow it will follow the sun outside
And around the world a bit;
Maybe it will visit you and crenellate your daughter
Like a good luck charm, and influence more
People to consummate you- They consummate you
Already with the sun going down,
The cars swirling down the mountain as if in a
Clever, automated dream; their faces winding down,
But I should think that their souls would like
To crenellate your daughter with me too.
She is drooling on a bib you wear over your gown,
With the sun going down with nowhere to go.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Blessings
Written by teddy gentry, randy owen, ronnie rogers, greg fowler
I satnd here lookin up at the starts tonight, how can one man have somuch in
Life
As I look around me, what a picture it paints, Im muchmore than lucky, i
Oughta give my thanks
Theres food on the table, a log on the fire, and in my womans eyes theres
Love and desire
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Sometimes I fall asleep at the end of the day and I forget to thank you, im
Ashamed to say
But as I lay m down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
I know you can hear me here on earth, thank you for giving me more than i
Deserve
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Blessings, when I look around, I can see, all thats been given me
So, I lift my eyes up to the sky, cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my
Thanks for the blessings
The blessings, oh, the blessings
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