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Speak nothing

Speak nothing

Speak nothing when find no words
There may be hidden wishes from the lords
It is for sure that you may be saved from some troubles
As uneasy calm prevails underneath the bubble

But I was restless to hear from her
She had spoken some words or uttered
I could make nothing out of it
But her face had shined a bit

She was in complete command
To tease me often but not to offer remand
It might be her style and thinking
My head spun and started sinking

She sensed anxiety and eagerness
It was visibly reflected on my face
She had specially come to say something
I owned whole crown as king

"Don't be restless" she gently whispered
I too heard impatiently and nothing offered
Just felt cold shiver in spine and expressed joy
In fact it was nice moment to enjoy

She had green signal for our union
He family had consented me for companion
She had rushed all along to convey
I was surprised about it much to dismay

Who may not want such happy moments?
When she is near you and making no movement
Each word is reflecting whole life line
We both felt its impulse and looked very fine

In life something takes place all of sudden
You may not be prepared to accept it even
I was in total disarray as she disclosed
Now we were in happy mood to be posed

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Thank you a lot

I learnt it from nature
Despite harming so much for sure
"I bow head with respect"
To forgive us all for mad act

I thank almighty for providing precious life
Along with resolve to stay with lots of strife
Always waiting for good to happen
Despite all chances of no success even

I breathe in amidst uncertain moment
Thank nature for providing nice movement
To feel its pulse of its great act
What else can be felt in return as fact?

We can only thank in terms of gesture
That is goodness of human being for sure
We can reciprocate and recognize
If everything is understood as wise

Be calm and quiet while responding
Because that directly reflects and corresponds
Your inner soul action and feeling on face
Face lines are read in all the cases

Eyes go down in recognition
"Words are not sufficient reflection"
"I wish to speak something more"
It just weaves the thoughts and really adore

Such is the meaning of "Thank you"
It must convey feeling and look true
Merely saying "thank you" may look casual
Each time it may be spoken as lines from an individual

Lots of burden is removed when conveyed
The gratitude felt from inside and relayed
The receiver may too felt its impact
To feel real worth and graciousness of act

Thank all when you feel something good is done
Not to you but your friend and heart is won
This is the only gesture that costs nothing
But in return you earn a good will wish for something

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Mom I want to disclose

"Mom I want to disclose to you"
Confide you alone for being very much true
Will you forgive me if I commit sin?
But it had been my observation since

Mother was surprised to hear
His doctor son was speaking with little fear
Words were spoken like parrot
Mother felt surprised and waited to hear about

"My dispensary is not running well"
For many days I wanted to speak it or tell
Today I have gathered little strength to speak
My feet crumble and tongue feels very weak

"Any special reason you have found out son"?
"Can you site me any example or reason"
Mother eagerly posed a question and waited
"It is all your face when I see you while going to clinic" he stated

Mom it will be better if you avoid you audience
I shall proper there after if you stop at once
I shall propose or take you to old age home
There you need wait for me and welcome

She got shocked and could find no answer as what to reply
She stared at his face but answer was known or implied
I shall search the solution and mother retired to room
Her face had turned pale and then descended the gloom

She had collected money in one of the bags as courtesy
Her son used to give her everyday some money
She called her daughter and advised her to hand over
This bag to son when she was no more or her life was over

Jain sect is observing holy eight days celebration
One of the Jain seers made this starling revelation
They might have come across such an incidence
As this has become house hold practice at present

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Sacred relation

"What on earth can be called sacred relation"?
One friend parried a direct question
"Why the query all of sudden"?
I was not prepared to answer even

He had lost mother recently
He was keeping quiet but asked gently
I understood pain from his eyes
Even though the death of his mother was long gone by

Right from the conception she is aligned with child
Her nature undergoes change and remains mild
Everybody takes special care of her
First happy moment is shared by sister

The family is heavily loaded with movement
The child is expected at any moment
Everybody at home is right on toe
Only the word is awaited with the signal "go"

Mother has no more reason to worry
Whole world is on her steps to carry
She has complete time to spend after child
Even after child troubles her or goes wild

Such beautiful mother is heavenly gift on earth
Attachment is such that we don't forget even after her death
The sadness on part of friend was easily understood
I decided to console him and firmly stood by

I knew by folk tales that mother was no less than goddess
You can see entire world in her or on face
If world has to owe anything to any one
Then mother stands the only chance and none else

I too became sentimental along with him and cried
I put maximum words to console him and earnestly tried
He was quiet reasonable but carried away by memory
He felt so sad and had certain reasons to worry

I feel irritated at the news of mother's death
If that really happens to me then what aftermath!
I found no answer and winked at the blue sky
The birds were returning home for next day to fly

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Waited At The Door

I waited at the door steps
Watched you stepping in gently
Everybody seemed to be in hurry
But still there was no sign of worry

I breathed heavily with so much anxiety
Observed intensely as if to find some variety
Cheeks red, face charming and pretty
You were the symbol of rose and descent beauty

You happened to be chief guest
Everything was prepared for your comforts and rest
I felt as if it was real show and test
Still there was so much eagerness to find out best

She was entering with foot steps mildly placing
Simple and elegant walk with accurate placing
Delicate movement with little shyness
Eyes were bright with delight and shines

I couldn’t stop you meeting with smile
Forgot to shake hand for a while
In my own home I felt as if a stranger
Blood just rushed on face but not with anger

It was simple get together and hello meet
Little music with melody coupled with sound of feet
All with pump and show with full joy
I stayed in corner as simple shy boy

I was confided before her arrival
Show was arranges as if coming of carnival
It was not less than any happy moment
It was quite and natural for all this movement

Was this all for simple get together or exchange?
Meeting of two souls to see and arrange
how best can we be couple tomorrow?
What should be the system and how to follow?

I liked the idea and simply consented
I gave my nod and presented
after al it was nice gathering
Bride’s face to be seen with gifts offerings

It is nice to hold such gathering at one place
Great pomp and show depends on simple case
Everybody enjoys the happy outcome and relation
I was amazed to witness the colorful facilitation

I was not in position to express inner joy
She was going to be my second half and not a toy
I never thought life would change dramatically
Everything was organized systematically

She tried to look at me through her eyes
There were many yes, no and whys
I tried to convey it positively by smiling
She shook her head with face so shining

I couldn’t resist the temptation to see her in private
I wanted to convey deeply and gracefully narrate
Why don’t we join hands for simple ceremony?
I could not decide whether to address her as miss or honey

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On line

"How are you one line" I spoke to a friend
You are dead for many years and again you are at telephone end
"I heard the same about you, how come you as ghost here"
He will delightedly reply and we may joke for hours

It is always good to remain in contact
Personally it helps to change attitudinal act
You disclose to a friend all troubling facts
He may sometimes come to help and set

"Can you please put him on line" I called on
"No, you can't and they gently hung on'
I dialed again to receive a voice in tears
It proved my worst compounded fears

I had not seen him for days and months
Some solitary though struck to my mind for his possible death
I brushed aside such rubbish idea and rested
But here news proved correct and my patience was tested

I nearly broke down at tragic news
He was dead for weaks and known to only few
I was in dark and felt tremendous shock
He was on pilgrimage and had suffered massive stroke

I felt restless and thought about limitation of existence
How much we fight and struggle to make felt our presence
Life winds up without a moments notice and person is no more
We can only feel bad rest of the time and remain very sore

We are human being and as such care for with attachment
Dear ones are always at heart and remain part of daily movement
Not a day passes without them and we share all our happiness
This is real story of our life and we grieve losses on face

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Yoy want anything

You want anything

"You want anything from me "
I told her to be frank and free"
She did not stop looking down
It was sheer fault of my own

I loved her and confided many times
Yet she had apprehensions sometimes
Any serious girl may think hundred times
Before making her self available on that line

I have great regard for her sense of pride
Many a times she opined and did not hide
I was afraid to face her in day light
As she never crossed the way to fight

This was my first encounter with her
She was bold and brave with no fear
"I shall face world but not go back"
To my words even if so much is at stake

I left her in lurch and went abroad
As I was poor and down with debt load
I had to make move with heavy heart
Even though I resolved in mind to make her part

Today I am back after many years
I wanted same original voice to be heard in ears
I sent for her a message with flower
To see me in private but not at place very far

I saw her with pale face but not completely down
She was in complete command and made it known
"I am unmarried yet" but paused in between
"I too same for these many years have been"

We both were passing through same phase
Life was normal but not with any fine base
It lacked warmth and life's discipline
How could everything be smooth and fine?

"I am reformed and at my best"
The past was past and passed off as test
Let us be one again and spend the rest of the journey
She smiled for a while and I thanked almighty

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Touch me not

I feel so shy if you touch,
Never think more or ideas vouch,
Prison I feel as water in pouch,
Neither words nor offer much,

With first light I open,
Leaves fresh and arm widen,
Open to embrace but shame laden,
Eyes stare but words hidden,

I need a touch smooth and delicate,
I shut my eyes if matters complicate,
It is not crown, kingdom so I abdicate,
Shyness, mildness and oneness indicate,

I may mushroom and naturally bloom,
Moment you touch face become gloom,
Even closed doors and windows in room,
Face get reddish and shyness zoom,

“Touch me not” say I won’t allow,
Not shake hand or word hello,
I can’t and hide face in pillow,
Never look up face and eyes below,

Allow it to happen natural way,
Not you wait to hear my say,
Not respect but feelings pay,
Not to loose hope as you are ray,

Female or ladies always like fold,
Handsome gents and approach bold,
If touched once feel body cold,
Soul and body never feel sold,

Ladies have quality inherent,
Does not depend on advice of parent,
Face always down with eyes to speak,
No words to speak or silence to break,

Can’t be won over by false promise,
Moments fact known entry dismiss,
Dream remains dream and always to miss,
Sudden end with nothing more to kiss,

To be in fold is act holy pure,
Bonding takes place if both are sure,
“Promise to be on side ‘words assure,
No evil takes place as steps taken sure

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Magic in different style

She is on screen and just few inches away
Spelling magic in different style al the way
I sink with all happiness in a day
She is simply wonderful and standing at bay

I might have not taken note of her
If she was just normal and had nothing to offer
But here she stood exceptionally in unique position
All smiles in one direction to raise lot many questions

I slipped into past history of ancient era
Where even saint had lost concentration
I thought of my being as poor human being
She was there for all praise from me as king

I am aware of natural beauty in person
Some are looked nice with many reasons
But here she stood as marvelous art
All body parts engraved from marble parts

She laughed at when I praised with words
This was just excuse for looking forward
I failed to grasp her mood in time
Shivered within and crumbled sometimes

"Will you be my perfect man" she uttered
The situation was now fully altered
The whole scene was slipping away from my grip
I thought I may fall down on earth for early sleep

It happens sometimes when unusual things happen
Your minds runs faster and sometimes sharpen
So many things shape up there after even
As such things are taking place all of sudden

I am elated at the words spoken
I thought about them as token
But no, she was serious enough to accept
Me as her dream man in mind and to be kept

I am lucky person to find a beauty with brain
Even though to find a beautiful lady is not my aim
She must be as natural as possible
To stay for ever without crating any troubles

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A many solutions

I may term it memorable
What I thought about her was quite deplorable
She was bound by some compulsions
her desertion was completely ruled out of question

She was quite at ease and offered many solutions
she had full commitments with full resolutions
it was her sincere effort to make it through
it was realized by me lately too

We may stay together in day
discuss it freely to find the way
she has nothing offer as condition
she never provoked me with ignition

i decided to fall in line
it thought it may be very fine
after all we have to to make it reality
it has o be finished with all the nicety

I was so much attached
it was troubling me a lot for the fear of being detached
one day absence of her was making me nervous
The mad love had made me so much famous

I used to enjoy lonely nights
she may come in dream and offer the fight
she may tease and threaten me to leave at once
I was made to worry often since

She may make me passionate
with all the promises and stories to narrate
she was leaving no point behind to hate
I had problem of grasping it late

She was proving very smart
this was th nice beginning from the start
she had kept her word till the last
I failed to impress her very fast

The woman is specially inclined to believe
the acceptance of harsh words just to relieve
this is greatest quality any female may have
it is agreed and believed to show courtesy and behave

you can't touch the depth of soul
if you have game plan to play with foul
it may not take you very far
you will be exposed and termed as liar

Generally speaking it is not sex oriented
love with friendship is consented
it may end in fiasco with complete failure
it is therefore necessary to make it sure

I am human being and no more exception
the sex has been there from very conception
it is natural to feel for true companion
you may need solid company even if you are a world champion

Though i used to remain little serious
she may speak in funny way almost continuous
I may sometime get confusion over her innocence
but I felt source of strength in her presence

I don't know what is logic behind
there remains some reasons to find
it may vary from person to person
I have no idea to doubt it with reasons

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Double ride

Double ride

I was taken back when she frankly disclosed
Added something unknown as secret and posed
It was dilemma and she was restless
The worry lines could be seen on the face

She is nice soul on earth and can be appreciated
But her actions could not be supported or related
In one side she claimed to be principled lady
On other side she preferred to compromise and got ready

She is dying for her old love and miss
She may feel sorry and remain displeased
I was stunned to hear all what she had in mind
Yet her doors were open for old love to find

She found two days absence as long two years
He was not seen on line or left words to hear
She was restless to find him near
But was in fact afraid and shivered with fear

She was for all praise about her past friend
Her goal was lost love and ultimate end
I, for one, could not stop her from going ahead
It was her thinking and appeared to her end

It was double horse ride and involved great risk
Either it was to be kept secret or not to be asked
You were to loose everything in the long run
As it was neither a feasible nor a fair fun

I failed to persuade her and decided to leave
She was unmoved and refused to believe
Though I claimed to be her close associate
It was difficult for me to stay and cooperate

Good things only can be accepted in friend circle
Else it may create problems and invite troubles
It may be felt with regret later on but of no use
As it may prove futile cry in wilderness

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Rome and Juliet

I rose from the bed and looked so sound
As if I was king of Rome and Juliet was around
I had sense of fulfillment with catch of precious jewel
It was not horrified but sweetest story to tell

I had ventured in another kingdom
I never thought of it and prefer seldom
I had heard many stories of fairy tales
The beautiful women were kept in captives and on sales

As the caravans marched on, there was hectic movement
The streets were full and presented quite amusement
My eyes were searching for only ladies kept in captivity
I had heard about their beauty and of fine quality

Though I was dressed in simple attire
Many joked on me with satire
What was I searching in this flash market?
I was just memorizing the good lines from the sonnet

Who would be my dream queen offered on sale?
I looked around anxiously with face almost pale
The worry lines crossed brazen face with anxiety
I could find no revealing face with variety

The long shout drew my attention
My eyes were pulled in that direction
There was prize tag on woman’s face
No one was able to pick the prize for race

I was almost stunned to find dream queen
She was almost there for whom I was so keen
Yes, she was the same adored and preserved
I had thought of her, desired and fully deserved

I put highest bidding prize beyond anybody’s reach
It was double combined to all of them each
She was almost mine now and adore the crown
I sensed the honor and felt the pride of own

It is dreamland where all meet with preferential treatment
All are found around to make the beautiful movement
You are the king and everything move as per your desire
All courtesans and servants stand in queue to admire

Such is fallacy in one’s own kingdom
You have no restriction and full freedom
Your word is law and strictly binding
There is seldom any excuse finding

What makes person in real life to dream?
Few troubled moments take him to swim
It takes him to different land for finding the solution
It is state of weak mind which lacks the firm resolution

I was still in king’s role with beautiful queen
Morning was very pleasant and all were happily seen
I sense trouble the moment to find in real world
I was to be no where in palace and developed the cold

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A kindness with gesture

A person will be know by his own behavior
He will be his own destructor and savior
His turn about may speak well about personality
It may also prove his ability and capability

He can’t become well-known for his fortune
No one may buy his arguments or fall to his tune
There may be many like him in this world
They may enjoy their life but their approach may be very cold

We can give advice to others ob the basis of expertise
People may offer all support and at the same criticize
It is state of art that comes to the person’s rescue
He may have all the fame and name which is due

What do people expect from you as gentleman?
Few kind words and treatment very human
It may raise your status to the highest position
It will also be known as rare combination

What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be in form of blessings or simple murmur?
Words should not simply fall or flow?
If they are spoken with affection then face must also glow

May it be from elders in the form of kiss?
It may also be special offer and gesture from Miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be or prove real bliss?

I shall prefer to remain unknown and live alone
Even if no help comes from any one
I must accept it with full joy from inception
Even if that is offered with some deception

Why then so much noise is created?
Is there not real love which is recreated?
Do we ever sing when some one is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if it is lamented?

How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not looks so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean

Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest

What difference it makes if offered on forehead?
Love and true affection takes place and spread
All sentiments can be expressed and simply read
Fragrance comes out of it and coolness is felt in head

Lovers may take it as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and feel awesome
Wife to husband may seem as emerging gesture
Happy moments may appear with beautiful nature

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Automatic Relationship

There is something missing or
The way is wrong
How can the life define?
Having with a sentence in few words

You ask "how are you"
I say "I am fine"
When I say as that
Why I become uneasy

I want to utter more than fine
I don't know you have time
Tone and rhythm of yours and mine
Differently together which are going

Not to carry on further more
Your question expects a result no
Knowing of the moment so
We both pretend to our soul core

"How are you" the question
"I am fine" the intention
If the reality so far mention
May you join with me again?

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Her name

"Marieta, Mareita, I uttered her name"
I was half awake and felt little shame
She was only few days close
I had chance with few nice moments to choose

Very nice face and silent nature
She may be looking like moon for sure
I told about this aspect to her
She was elated and same thing told me later

She was all set for best drive
Shape the destiny and relive
I found her best of all
She was beautiful, elegant and tall

I saw her in full blossom
In such scene she was seen seldom
She was behind curtain
Just staring with one in pain

Her eyes spoke of everything
Whole world reflected in eye and spoke of something
I tried to deep below but got no where
She may not allow me to dare

Dear, you are best and intelligent
As divine rose and heavenly sent
I need your company and want to present
Before world with head down words bent

She is unsure of my proposal
But I hope it may be met with approval
She is all for me and I have read those signals
I hope to sail through without any troubles

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Bridal Ballad

The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"

And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!

Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.

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New born

"Wake up, fast" I was shaken from deep sleep
Remain awake and be fit enough to keep
And run for any help they may require
Mother was on heels and just passed on fire

"What a man you are "your wife has delivered a baby"
Finish everything and report that you are ready
We are rushing to hospital to welcome new born
Now you may be under control and governed

Mother smiled wearily but it was fact
I was still running careless and not serious enough to act
What she must be in mind I failed to know
But of course it strict order to go

What an anxiety to feel as father
Child was asleep but cared by mother
Taken in lap and covered with smooth cloth
There was deep smile on her face and seemed happy both

This may be called glorious day for all mothers
As their life mission is fulfilled like others
What if later on children desert or don't look after!
Now was the time to enjoy happy moments and roar in laughter

Beautiful child opened his eyes and cried
Wife carried him to give me and carefully tried
Mother stared at me silently but happily smiled
New entry was confirmed and filed

You become responsible person all of sudden
Since yesterday you were careless and not taken note of even
Today you are father of child and everybody wants to share moment
"Congrats dear" not a single soul will be left to remind of development

I may be unconcerned as all these happenings
But surely thanked God for new beginning
The sun has shown over my carrier
Nice label of father has been put and removed all other barriers

I shared eye contact with wife
She was elated and felt the taste of real life
She may have lot more to do with new born
But now I was laden with lots of responsibility and concern

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Graced by almighty

It was unique night for me to spend with anxiety
It was first time that I was graced by almighty
I was long time that I was expecting arrival of baby
I did experience it today as it might have been felt by man

I could feel uncontrollable eagerness and so much joy within
She had gained extra weight in body even though she was lean and thin
She never regretted carrying it over for quite number of months
She counted each day and prayed God not to offer unpleasant death

As the pregnancy carry risk of so many things hence feared
It is God’s blessings and do pay off even after so much labored
If He is wishing to grace the arrival nothing can happen
But hardly there are any chances of occurring it even

I was pacing feet with lots of prayers
It was the only way to act as conveyers
It is belief that God listens to the earnest desire
I did the same with heart felt prayers and hoped happily to retire

I had no time to observe the nature outside
Even though the night was dark and covered very wide
I could not pick the signal of quite and calmness
She too was eager to witness the new face

The sound of air was gently heard
The nest too was quite with no noise of birds
I silently heart the increasing pain from wife
As if she was going to be operated upon with surgical knife

I missed number of beats in sequence
It was puzzling me about her inside presence
She was undergoing tremendous pain
Even though she was offered comfortable space to lie in

Life was never to be same again for us as couple
One more entry will be marked by ending the status of double
We may be now added with crying baby
We won’t now afford to remain inactive or lazy

The pain was felt by me outside as some movement was heard
I had worry about her and something bad was almost feared
All of sudden cry broke all my thought chain for a while
I had gone extra miles in my dreamy world in different style

I heard a calm and quite call
There was only little cry and quietness overall
The little one had arrived by giving signal on scene
The face lines let loose the tension and go away never to be seen

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Mom

"Hello mom, " I said "It's me"
"California set me free"
She just laughed and said "I knew"
Said I was one of the few
Who could make it anywhere
Go through life without a care
Which I can I know for sure
For in my heart I am pure
We talked for a long, long while
Which is really not my style
Then just before our goodbyes
She started in with the lies
About how good life had been
How she gave up on the gin
Then I heard a word she slurred
That moment my world was blurred
Was I to ignore the call
Or stop her from her sure fall
It pains me every day
That I didn't even pray
For we never spoke again
That's the source of all my pain

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Abort the child

"Please do me favor and abort the child"
He gently approached and sought my shield
I was taken a back and looked in his eyes
But failed to understand what he intended or tried to

"I want some more time to be father"
How can I permit him for such thing as mother?
He can run away from the responsibility
But what would I answer to the almighty?

I simply stared at him and wondered
What all he had promised and offered?
To keep me in good mood and safe
Now he wanted great sacrifice from me to be safe

I decided not to budge or relent
I kept mum and waited for his comments
He had taken me for granted and was very much sure
That I may consent and willingly assure

My heart bled for while and I cried
Eyes had shed too much and silently dried
He had almost in his command everything and tried
I stood firm in my stand and openly defied

"I shall not be part of inhuman act"
The child is mine and that is open fact
We are jointly responsible for birth
How can we offer untimely death?

I was in raging mood and disobeyed
My wished were silently conveyed
Either he must accept me as it is
Or make the way with his choice

I was not prepared to rebel against inner voice
Even if there was little left with me as choice
How can we be that cruel to birth of child?
When we had jointly explored the field

"No dear, there can't be any other way"
Child has to come on this earth any way
I shall take care of everything and survive
Tell me precisely what you think or believe?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Grace till the end

I CONSIDERED IT AS BLESSINGS FROM ALLAH
CUT BABY DESCENDED IN MAY FAMILY AND EVERYBODY EXCLAIMED "VAAH" (WOW)
"KULDIPAK" WAARIS OR DIAMOND OF THE EYE" AS THEY ADDRESSED:
I WONDERED AT GOD'S MERCY AS WAS VERY MUCH STRESSED

WE HAVE NOW SOME ONE IN FAMILY TO CARRY ON THE NAME
IT IS GENERALLY BELIEVED TO BE GOOD OMEN WITH FAME
WITH SON TO INHERIT ALL THE PROPERTIES AND BUSINESS
THE FAMILY MEMEBRS REJOICED WITH ALL HAPPINESS ON FACE

I LOOKED IN BABY'S AND SHARED SOME HAPPY MOMENTS
I HAD DESIRED BABY BOY AND NOW HOUSE WITNESSED HEAVY MOVEMENT
OLD AND YOUNG WERE RUSHING FOR SWEETS TO DISTRIBUTE
I LOOKED AT HIS FACE AND SMILED AS HE WAS LIKE ROSE AND VERY CUTE

MANY PARENTS IN WORLD MAY BE CHILDLESS AND FACING CRITICISMS
I FOR ONE HAVE SURVIDED AND LAUGHED AT THE WHIMS
THERE IS NO FUN NOW TO GO BACK INTO SAD PAST
NOW WE HAVE EVERYTHIGN FOR SMILES AND MSUT LAST LONG

WE ALL MAY FEEL WORTHY DISCLIPLES OF ALMIGHTY
AS HE HAS SHOWERED ALL THE GRACE ON FAMILY
I BOWED HEAD IN RECOGNITION AND RAISED HANDS
"ALLAH BE MERCIFUL AND SHOWER THE SAME GRACE TILL THE END"

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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