Something in name
I read rich man’s name on cemetery
I have business to offer any commentary
Was it a service to dead or buried?
What message did it convey or carry?
It has become tradition to put a name plate
It may read only name but his life time work may not relate
It may add to some existing facility
Some times it may improve structure’s quality
It may have two pronged drive
One o earn good name and second to make believe
Whole point of time people might have cursed
But let other people see his name and bless
It is quite easy to understand the logic
It has nothing but fame called magic
Little portion of money is earmarked for charity
This gesture is presented as rare step of nobility
For whole life we run in madness for wealth
When it is achieved then there is loss of good health
There is no time left for its pleasure or enjoyment
Inner soul may revolt but nothing is left for comment
I pray to God for instilling such belief in human mind
It is creation of unique impact and of its own kind
“Let people remember me after death” thinks person
He stresses his mind for this cause without any reason
Whole life we did little or almost nothing
“Why not have cheap popularity or something”
Mind is completely bogged down on different sides
It has its own perception and divides
I know of a man who lived life of noble man
He felt himself alone in this world as orphan
He had nothing to hide in life as ordinary man
Everybody in small town bow their head to this man
It is appreciated to certain extent
No one should shed tears or lament
If it serves the purpose of common man or community
It must be applauded as mark of unity
It is common to read school. and Colleges named after
It is not matter of joke which leads to any laughter
Some of the deprived lots may get benefit out of it
Darkness to some extent may disappear and lead to light
I suggest well to do may be encouraged to donate more
Let their names be added to history and adored
What if some of the undeserving finds their names in golden words?
At least they may find their names along with the lords
In days to come I may find statues with status
It may have well descript words with notes
It may so happen that it will give different picture
We may have false glory with dark future
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Congratulation
I must whole heartedly congratulate
A loving tribute to octogenarian and relate
How life might have given him sleepless nights?
To spend the entire life at ease with resolve to fight
I love his one remark about country
A beautiful land bestowed on us by almighty
Motherland must be felt as matter of pride by all of us
Let us strengthen his belief with all the trust
Let the destiny day come as sense of fulfillment
Let our soul feel at that time as proudest moment
We have lived with diverse culture and affinity
A rarest thing ever found in world history
It is rare gesture to a person
Who has spent entire life with noble reasons?
He could rest and spend time easily
Yet he offered to the services of literature readily
Let us all wish him great success
Good health and wealth with easy access
It may provide him means to live
Life to be enjoyed and relived
Life is to be lived at full length
Not in number but with achievement and strength
He has done it with extra ordinary zeal
I wish him all the success in life real
We may pick some threads
Take a lesson and like to lead
More to learn and more to read
From life itself before we are no more or dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Efforts Still
One, two and three
You will never be free
Go on counting and accumulate
Nothing more will remain to relate
Life may end fast
No time for you to choose and last
Rests of all will lye here for some one
No one shall care for your dead body even
It may be taken fast out
So many things will be left to talk about
Personal memory may remain in people's mind
Soon to test its worth from praise to find
No one may say bad words about departed person
But many may remember his noble work with reasons
His ashes may carry no value for world
But to some yes it may be warm feelings and not cold
Look at worthiness of human life
Even though it is sharp like knife
Not all may earn good will
Yet you got to make efforts still
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Words
Yeats so simply stated
' Words alone are certain good. '
And to the great poet
So highly rated
I try to listen, as I should; Yet
Being an untrained novice
Such as me
With verdant hopes of much improvement
- oh that I would -
I beg to slightly differ with W. B.
And offer here my humble opinion
- if I could -
Good certainly is not words alone,
For without humanity
To read and to write
How would they ever become known?
- For without the good of people
Who of these words would care
Ever to be heard, or even shared?
No, the good does not alone from words arise,
Rather from human beings
Whose entire story
Such words do attempt to comprise.......
- Words written in this time
May even the way
To a distant future find,
But not on their own
And never alone.
For it takes people's
- hand's to write
- eye's to read
- heart and soul to understand
The purpose, and the need.
Let it here be shown
Words alone
Are not the only good,
They need human beings
To give goodness and life
To their reason and meaning
For they are merely the vehicle
By which man's true good
Is found and understood.
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A no to rubbing
No to rubbing of salts on the wound
No good will or gesture is found
It is sign of ill will and retaliation
It must find some good equation
We try to offer excuses on uncharitable comment
It is burning desire and anxious moment
The blow has been delivered to you in words
It has given you the blow from sharp edge of sword
You may not offer reaction easily
It may unseat you momentarily
You may have uneasiness in mind
No way out for easy solution of any kind
It is our tendency to strike at weak spot
It may to others shamed and dark blot
I am unable to understand the logic behind
They go all out for revenge like blind
Such move may carry nuisance value
It is neither appreciated nor due
The individual may be hurt but no t finished
The anger and frustration may not vanished
These are stumbling blocks in our way
No one is prepared to listen or attention to pay
Life time rivalry remains there all the time
This is considered as worst form of crime
We are living in the age of supremacy
There can’t be any kind of diplomacy
Mass contacts should be there with lots of frequency
Is there any use for asking any time of clemency?
We have scaled highest peaks
It is achievement and done with the trick
We have shown it number of times to all
This way of betraying to others is only dawn fall
We may often use words sarcastically
It is often abusive and hurled orally
There is no use hurting for simple reason
It is in no way helping any person
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bitter And Sour
Some of the words can turn you bitter and sour
It may add to your agony and pour
Cause so much pain to your heart
As it is not considered at all a good art
It is easy to malign somebody
Throw a mud and spoil character of anybody
There won’t be any readymade explanation
It is enough to spoil the existing relation
It costs nothing but damage is colossal
You hurl abuse and then silently walk away
So many good people may not offer a word
They may think it bad phase and look forward
Not all can perform such kind of feat
You may find warmth and sweetness when they greet
It is becoming of good and noble soul
You have peace of mind when go out for stroll
But some of good words can do a miracle
It can wipe out your impression of being a jackal
Your action may speak clearly of personality
That you have no double standard and have genuine quality
It gives some sort of satisfaction
Even if it does not render any assistance or favorable action
A person gets fully satisfied with your promise
Even though he has compulsion and no choice
Small words of appreciation can encourage a person
He finds means to live with some solid reasons
He finds aim in life to carry on with purpose
He cares little then for prose and cons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, almighty
Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years
If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody
You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet
Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings
The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose
Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move
When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet
It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact
You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity
It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best
What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse
No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed
The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Your Footprints
You left your footprints across my life
I hate to see your photographs:
passing history impossibly frozen,
demanding out-of-date thoughts.
You left your footprints on my life
I hate it when people talk of you:
as if they were asking for my blood
to warm their own false memories.
You left your footprints through my life
I hate it when I find a letter from you:
I read a richness and a loss in them
and am torn apart by myself
You left your footprints in my life
Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing;
they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased;
they are clean, yet they are there;
where they lead, I have yet to find
You left your footprints across my life
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A Crystal Clear Man
In the poetry world,
I have been simple and humble,
Describing myself
In a few concise words
Letting my honest feelings go
Freely through my works...
Getting back up,
Every time I stumbled...
There has been the time
When I wrote a poem
Without any rhyme,
Getting nice comments
Or some no so kind...
Nevertheless, I realized that wisdom
No necessarily improve with age,
Specially, when one's image
Dangerously at stake,
However, some people are funny,
Some people are so obviously fake
That they are only good on stage...
With their signatures stamped
In the bottom of a lost page,
In the dark, they just remain...
Their limited knowledge
They can't expand,
Dying lonely, frustrated
And without fame
Since, in the real world,
Some people might look alike,
But they are not the same..
There are names in my mind
I can no longer record,
Names lost in time,
Names lost in space...
But, you will never succeed
In driving me insane,
That is the truth, indeed..
I am letting you know
How I really feel...
Now I am left alone
Without a choice,
But, to let the music plays...
COPY WRITE©2009
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Dreaded Requests
I am not a rude or ignorant man,
but there are some things,
that I will not do.
Unfortunately, I do not like
to read a lot of what
I am politely requested to read.
I am often bombarded by people
asking me to read
and comment on their work.
I do not like to be rude
and ignore their pleas,
but I just read what I like,
not what I am asked to read.
I choose whom I like,
if I see a title I find interesting
I will take the time to read it
and make a mental note of the author.
If I like what I read,
I will dip into that author’s work
time and time again.
I do not care if they read my work or not
that is their choice and I have mine.
All I ask is let me make up my own mind.
Do not bombard me with notes
requesting that I read your work,
as I am likely to ignore them.
I am not being rude or ignorant
it is I just do not do requests.
poem by David Harris
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You and Me. I laugh. (what you do to yourself)
You are you,
And I am me,
But you came to me,
And my friends,
You came into our arms,
when you were new,
Then you found THEM,
You left us for them,
You went to their side.
I look at you now and I laugh.
Not because your weird,
Or your dumb,
But because of your future.
I am me,
I know where i am in life.
I know my plan for the future,
I know I want to go to college,
And then graduate,
And be successful,
I know I have friends who really care and love me,
I work to get what I want,
I don't wait for it to be given to me,
Or wait to loose the chance of earning it,
Like you.
I don't go out and party all night,
I don't get laid whenever i want,
I don't blow off homework,
Or set it off till later,
I do it then and there,
I get it out of the way,
Then I go out and have fun with my friends,
Yet i do not drink,
I do not get high,
I keep my mind safe,
I save the memories I make,
I don't throw them away.
Like you.
So I do not laugh at your cloths,
I do not laugh at you,
I laugh at your future,
I laugh at your choices and thoughts,
I laugh at your ideas of having fun.
Wasting your mind,
Wasting your life,
Forgetting and loosing your memories,
Wasting your money,
Wasting your friendships,
wasting your time,
This is your fun,
This is your life.
Keeping my mind,
Keeping my life,
Remembering and keeping my memories,
Saving my money,
Cherishing my friendships,
Using my time for friendship family and love,
This is my fun,
This is my life.
I laugh at you.
Someday I will read about in the paper or see you on the news,
I will see a mug shot,
Or hear about your 'untimely' death,
See you on the street,
Steeling from a store,
Or dressed in gold and diamonds that you bought with money you didn't earn,
and I will laugh.
I will be the one with the baby on my hip,
The loving husband by my side,
The home of a modest family,
I good job,
And friends,
I will be the one who is truly happy,
I will be the successful one,
I will be the one who is truly rich,
I will be the one who is free,
Not running from the world,
Or trying to run ahead of it,
I will be the one with the sense of mind,
And modesty,
I will be the one who helps by doing what i can,
Not being who I can't.
I will be the one with a life,
I will be the one who is famous,
Not you.
You dont have to be in the news,
Or have lots of money,
Or know the 'right people',
to be famous,
You may have money,
And the press following you,
But I will be more rich then you,
I will have the life you don't have,
I will have a family who loves me for me,
I will have a job I love and that keeps me going,
I will have true friends who go through anything with me.
I will be rich.
So you come to me and my friends,
Looking for refuge,
Until you find THEM,
Then you leave and through your life away.
And as I pass the path you now walk,
I look and I think of what you're doing,
I think of who you are now,
I think of what you have become,
and I laugh.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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What Do You Really Believe?
It is a natural fact of life that we human beings believe in
one thing or another – either tangible or intangible
The belief system of individual is sometimes determined by
parental heritage, place of birth, religion and societal values
We all grow up believing in many things our parents believe in
By the time we finish high school, our belief system transforms
The transformation occurs through our perception of the society
as influenced by our daily contact with classmates and neighbors
By the time we graduate from colleges and universities
Our belief system metamorphosed to a new level
through our interactions and relationships with the society
What do you really believe?
It is a known fact that many people believe in a Supreme Being
Different names are attributed to this Supreme Being
The name varies from one geographical location to another
The name also differs from one religion to another
To several people, the Supreme Being in known as God
To many mystics, the Supreme Being is called Universal Intelligence
What do you really believe?
Numerous people believe it is allright to eat all kinds of foods
While some believe it is wrong to eat animals and animal products
These people called vegans say that all animals are our friends
Therefore, nobody has the right to slaughter their friends for food
What do you really believe?
Almost everybody believe in the power of money
to solve all their problems and end their difficulties
Some say, even if money cannot make you happy
at least, money will give you peace of mind
What do you really believe?
It is true that what we believe influences our overall perception
Our belief system affects our approach to work ethics
Our belief system shapes our attitude to friends and neighbors
It is right time to search your conscience and ask yourself
What do I really believe?
Whatever may be your beliefs, please enjoy yourself
because you may never pass this road again.
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Do Not Want To Go
'No, No, No, I don't want to go'
Time has not yet come for me to show
To the world that I have left this world for simple reason
I want to live here for some more years as a wealthy person
What I have seen in this world up to this time?
Childhood has consumed most part of the time
Where was I given choice to act of my own?
Now only I have come across and known
I spent time recklessly in young age
I did lots of bad things which can not be written on page
'Poor adventurous age' so I too followed same
It too passed off and this old age suddenly came
I did lot many things to corner enough of wealth
I knew I had no time so did not care even about health
I employed all tricks and fooled the people
Got as much as I wanted and finished the struggle
As soon as I realized that now is time to rest
This death bell rang to wind up my life's best
How can God be that cruel to impose such will?
I am afraid that not much time is left still
What will happen to my palatial building?
And to those precious emeralds which are in hiding?
Oh no God, give me some more time to adjust
I have no one so close here to whom I can trust
Now I realize why people wake up in late age
Wind up everything in time and skillfully manage
Now I am caught in cross fire and can't resign
I shall soon be put on fire and body may be consigned to flame
Give me some more time for worship as I followed nothing
Life was enjoyed as if it may not have any end for something
I repent now for not having utilized it in best way
The death lords may come anytime and take me away
Still I wish that I could be spared
To think about death I shouldn't be dared
Wealth, property and ornaments I have adored
It may all now be of no use and stored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no to death bell
No one wants to hear death bell
It doesn’t find favor or go well
Everyone has different stories to tell
No one can generate idea or easily sell
It creates fear in mind
All unnecessary thoughts get unwind
We are half dead before its arrival
There is anxiety and great upheaval
Well it has to come on appointed day
No is no escape route or way
No one has anything to offer or say
You need no worry or attention to pay
Your good work may come to rescue
It is fine with you and equally true
You are at relative comforts
It doesn’t bother you much or hurt
The end may be soon without any delay
The angels may be ready to take you away
There may be bright light in the sky
You will be heavenly abode without any shy
You have fulfilled your mission
There is nothing unusual things for admission
You have lived your life in elegant way
It was always nice to find very good day
You did whatever you could in your position
People try to project their work in exhibition
You stayed in humble way all along
No one could point out as wrong
It is expected from every person
You have to lead simple life without any reason
You change for good as per season
Words spoken need not bitter as poison
Lead the way in life as you like
Only good thought must strike
Try to be kind and generous
Spend the life like water in river and continuous
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A way to enter
“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question
Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart
Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real
One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood
It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A mental satisfaction
One must make sure
what does he make of future?
that is definitely in his hand
it is is choice between foe and friend
Life puts you on constant run
you can cry alone or make fun
you can keep also mum
let it be decided by some
Darkness may make you know about light
peace has got no meaning without fight
the fruits are enjoyed only after realization
all things are shrouded under big question
it is mental satisfaction that makes you rich
it is not within everybody's reach
it may really make you rich or poor
otherwise many millionaires are next door
To expect something is root cause
it leads you no where because
nature is very kind to gift you
this is basic fact and very true
Let us be true guardian
in our sphere the true champion
the lust and search may never end
we may loose guide and real friend
Life is never meant to be an easy
you may remain thorough out the life busy
it is calm but very tricky
it will make you more and more sticky
As the luck would have it
you may remain physically fit
you will be able to light many lamps
your name will be shown on stamps
The prestige and fame does not appear in a day
you have to struggle it out in unique way
you may have deep impact and respect
the future may make you responsible to act
So many great people have made their names
They have never put people into shame
they have inscribed their name with golden ink
it was permanent place with strong link
We may not be a proven leader
but still a strong probability and contender
this is how life is to be viewed liberally
there may be profound respect and strong rally
It can never be intentional mission
the fault may not magnify with admission
the life may speak for itself
life is to be spoken and understood by itself
it is not important how much you lived?
it is also irrelevant to know what faith you believed?
it may yet matter what did you profess?
is there any hollow like thing when you confess?
It all speaks about good volume
no one can be made to believe or assume
The life will be assessed the moment you resume
people will appreciate and not air the grievance or fume
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Cannot Save the Whole World.
However, one can save one of few
Because everybody is on their way, eventually all became new.
Life is a school room for all of us here,
Miracle do not happen too often, at last until we became sincere.
If one has a bad life style which ruins the health,
One cannot be healed in a moment.
When continues that same which caused the first time,
No way the miracle will help, not even in another prime.
What can we do? Just go on, tell what is on your mind,
But do not try hard, just relax, do your best and unwind.
Whoever understand what you try to teach,
Call it good, be content with those, who you can reach.
There is no place to pick up an argument,
Try to prove only your way is competent,
Love the people who listens to your idea,
Let go the rest, let them learn their lesson in what is their area.
However, do not just read other messages,
Politely say something nice until it fits your experiences,
Or just tell the person to read your poem,
When you just want to get more attention on your system.
So, teach something positive which can help others
Give the world what knowledge you gathered, love your brothers
With negative messages you ruin more life,
When you rattle about your misery, giving them more strife.
This is the way the world goes around,
Do your bet to give others whatever you found,
In the last days we will edit each other,
As the Bible predicts, do your best to make life better.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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You can change the names
You can change the names
of places and call them,
what you want.
My people who life there,
will still be living there
next year and for many years more.
You can change the personnel
that work for the city
and the inadequate delivery of services
and corruption,
will in time make you
pay a handsome bill.
You can change the names of streets,
and fashion them
to your heroes.
Never could you undo
the acts of those
whose names they originally bared
and everyone that uses them
will still know
what they were called before.
Without fixing the roads
people will remember
about the holes in Slovo street
and the dead robots in Mandela drive,
which will keep them alive
You can change the names of airports
for its better that way,
that the world knows
that they coming
to an new country
that’s has fallen years behind,
from where it was before.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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