Strong Metal
What ever your strong metal may be
Still you are not free
Criticism from friends and relatives
As they are critical and very subjective
You might excel in general way
Still some dejection may take you away
You may feel some deficiency
If you remain childless with lots of sufficiency
Life without kids is unimaginable
People may taunt you of being not capable
That may be insult hurled at you
You won’t be able to look trough
It is pinching you very deep
You can’t think more over it and weep
It is none of your fault
Still its impact is felt
You are not taken not lightly
Your fate is not expressed rightly
There may be some natural defect
Why people should think wrong and react?
Children are welcomed at right age and in time
They are taken as god’s gift and treated as such sometimes
They are creating environment very conducive to human mind
The child is link between all matters that is driving people blind
We are after all very sensitive to some of the insults
That is inherent and cowardly inbuilt
We can not come out of it even if tried
So many things are hidden and even lied
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Action and reaction
Every action has got reaction
Whether it is right or wrong action
You can't expect it to be human
When you present your self as inhuman
People are still tolerant
They still talk relevant
They only react when someone is unreasonable
No one may thing to land anybody in trouble
We are suffering from human lacuna
We are still wonderful animal in earth arena
We feel bad and sad in some of the cases
It reflects how sensitive we are on the faces
Since we move among the people of different kind
We got to be cooperative and can’t take it on mind
Some problems may occur from time to time
But you got to be reasonable every time
We blame social system for failure
It had been strong base for the years
We can’t come out of it over night
As it has remained all the time in sight
So whatever we do has got quick reaction
You try to be bad with people and find same action
No one may want lie down without fight back
As there will be enough to think for stake
We have protective theory and believe
We may go for immediate steps to relieve
In doing so if we got to be really careful
To balance the situation and remain unfearful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Insult Upon Injury
Insult!
How do you feel when a woman insults you oh man?
Insult!
How do you feel when a man insults you oh woman?
Insult!
How do you feel when your wife insults you?
Insult!
How do you feel when your husband insults you?
Insult!
How do you feel when a child insults you?
Insult upon injury! !
But the jury is here at last to stay on this case.
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How to prove?
I may be proved as dark horse
It may be difficult for others to subdue me by force
I act as per my own best conscience
It has got its own importance and relevance
How can I be different from others?
This idea always hounds me and bothers
I got to move smoothly and fall in line
Even if it not to my liking and out of tune
I can’t stand in whole universe as only person
known as humble and obedient son,
I can’t be fed always with in spoon,
It may so happen that I stand to loose race very soon
I will have to excel and steal the show
sometimes to side with wrong people and whole weight throw
Not to show favor but ready to go,
Chances to remain with them may be dim but can’t forgo,
How to survive in this selfish and ignorant world?
Where hollow promises matter the word
Cheating and deceiving are only strong parameters
Situation differs from place to place but never alters
I have to lie to many people and shed tears
It has tremendous effect and largely bears
I may have strong apprehension and worst fears
There is no other option but to offer three cheers
All was just all for fake show
It was not at all for good relation to grow
I could make little impact and went slow
I knew it from beginning it will block the flow
People too became weary and were asking why?
I never had commotion or felt regret and shy
the role was different but had to play
I was aware but had no other way
I can’t stand all alone but have to side,
keeping all secrets to self but not to confide,
I may be wrong but not all the time
Life is to believed with simple goal prime
Sometimes you have to kill your own conscience
You may not like to live with it in presence
Still it has so many compulsions to be kept in mind
Ways and means to be searched for and find
If you remain stick to one particular view
You may never get your legitimate due
People may disregard and often insult
They will not bother you even to consult
So think of remaining different
It may be visible and apparent
This is the quality inherent
It is the only ideal choice at present
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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She was silent
She was silent and deep in thought
As if she feared a battle to be fought
She had near escape from real struggle
Life was challenge and full of troubles
She shared always with me her secret
Her words spoke of bad luck and fate
What and how the people had deceived?
How badly she was treated and received?
As female it was too much for her
Lot many things worried and this had led her to bother
It was not easy to counter propaganda
When each and everything was to be proved as contra
I was called specially to listen to her views
She had limited friends and confided to only few
I watched her pale face and wondered
She was fresh like rose earlier and smile was always offered
Here she was before me as if not as loving person
But down with worries and reasons
She was feeling lonely and feared from people
It was not good now to continue life as single
She was asking me to give opinion
How will it be nice to find companion?
I was judging her mood so avoided an answer
But I assumed rain was about to shower
I am not sure what was in her mind
Why was she so desperate to find?
A friend at this critical juncture
Where as she had refused in past for anything sure
Was I in her mind as possible savior?
It will be wrong on my part to whistle or murmur
I thought for a while and kept safe distance
She was looking at my eyes and took real chance
I was for her in past and had expressed
She was all for glory and out rightly had dismissed
My proposal for alliance and hence we had parted
Now it was her proposal again and I got startled
Not that bad! I smiled within
It was purely an incidental win
She was there for me waiting
I smiled and expressed desire for dating
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If there is anything worthwhile doing for the sake of culture, then it is touching on subject matters and situations which link people, and not those that divide people. There are too many things in the world which divide people, such as religion, politics, history, and nationalism. If culture is capable of anything, then it is finding that which unites us all. And there are so many things which unite people. It doesn't matter who you are or who I am, if your tooth aches or mine, it's still the same pain. Feelings are what link people together, because the word "love" has the same meaning for everybody. Or "fear", or "suffering". We all fear the same way and the same things. And we all love in the same way. That's why I tell about these things, because in all other things I immediately find division.
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Only noble soul feels
Only noble soul feels the pinch of the salt
It is matter of pride to exalt
No one admits the sin or fault
Keeps closely guarded secret in vault
You feel something bad
And in turn feel very sad
Everybody is naked beneath
This is driving force to reckon with
It is unique to feel guilt
This fabric is real and inbuilt
Not all can have such realization
It is for the human being to feel elation
If you feel internally for such things
You will certain come across many things
How much hatred we bear in our small mind?
It intensity can never be felt or easily open to find
Some of the people have mastered the art
They will get smell from the very start
They will hold it deep in their chest
Nothing will come out of it even if you are your best
Such people can play havoc
They can go to any extent and treat it as joke
It is simple game for their normal behavior
Even though they have proved coward and not warrior
I have seen bad consequences from such attitude
A person will never trust with any such gratitude
He will definitely bear grudge and try to level score
The wrong done to him will not be tolerated any more
It is matter of common sense and all live by it
Only intelligent and strong may be considered as fit
The deceptions and reprisals in life are common
One must accept the reality and should continue to live on
It is personal matter to feel positive side
The subject is vast and very wide
One may feel contended with whatever he has
There is no need for him to chase
These are some of the vital aspects
It deals with nobility and commands respect
The persons comes to be known as very noble
As life seems to him not more than water bubble
He can afford to feel different way
Normal man may avoid and try to stay away
For him survival is most crucial part
He needs all comforts with good start
Human tendency is like snake
He will try to be cautious and awake
Nothing can fool him or shake
He will know who is right or fake
Some may act noble even at personal cost
They consider their life part as humble most
For them material game in dubious manner is sin
They will repent even done anything wrong to win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful song
You must praise your country in songs
It is absolutely right and nothing wrong
Your country should be placed top among
Its honor and prestige may last very long
It generates lots of feeling at heart and mind
It creates enthusiasm and one can be easily find
It bounds people to come together and relish
In natural crisis too it is battle for fight to finish
National sentiments run high in blood and raise patriotism
It gives rise to the feelings of nationalism
Nation can stand together and bear the onslaught
Battles are won if they are vigorously fought
National spirit to sacrifice the life arises out of devotion
To die for nation is the only way and it sets in motion
What a way to die for motherland and emerge as hero?
Country will be reduced to nothingness and almost to zero
Songs have enough power to appeal to the masses
It needs no special coaching or classes
It is emancipation of desired sentiments
That can result into popular movement
We have witnessed how defeat can result into victory?
It is still live and fresh in our memory
Everybody may feel proud and not cut sorry
Nation can survive and remain at peace without any worry
Basically human beings are social animals
They may react lately and wait for catstrophies arrival
It is human weakness and can’t be remedied
It has to be given importance and studied
When there is development or emergence of defeatism?
Nothing can infuse new thoughts or optimism
It is arrival of new spirit in the minds at critical hour
People wake up to the call and die for honor
Who cares and longs for bonded life for ever?
It is never dreamed of and wished forever
The attainment of freedom is top most priority
It has deep impact in its continuity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All Different, But Still The Same
Some people have short hair, some have long.
Some people have thick hair; some people’s hair is all gone.
Some people have black hair, some have gray.
Some people have brown hair, some blonde, some red.
Some people’s hair a color unsaid.
Some people are short, some people are tall.
Some people will love you; some won’t like you at all.
Some people like hot weather, some like cold.
Some people are timid, some people are bold.
Some people have dark skin, some people have light.
Some people have black skin, some people have white.
Some people eat meat; some won’t touch it at all.
Some people have a good memory, some can’t recall.
Some people accept Christ, some never will.
Some people are stingy, some people give.
Some people like school, some people don’t.
Some people will excel, some people won’t.
Some people smoke cigarettes, some never will.
Some people are honest, some people steal.
Some people have book knowledge;
But don’t know the Holy Book.
Some people burn food, some people can cook.
Some people are old, some people are young.
Some people do smart things, some people do dumb.
Some people just have a diploma
Some people have degrees.
Some people do things slow, some with a breeze.
Some people are complainers, some easy to please.
Some people hate shopping, some stay in the mall.
Some people hate God, but God loves us all.
We are all different, but still the same.
When I get cut, I bleed red;
You get cut, red blood you’ll shed.
Some people are plump, some people are thin.
But we are all the same, we’re all human being.
Copyright © 2010-Phyllis Strong
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Sweet people
You may find the sweet people
With sugar coated words and very much capable
To deceive you in single moment
To leave you behind for whole life to resent
Think twice before buying easy
That may make you quiet happy
But believe not a single word
You will then reap a reward
There is no dearth for such talent
You need to attend no school or remain present
It is inbuilt quality and inherent
Of course not gifted by parents
One thing is certain and sure to bother
We take joy and pride to fool others
We forget for seconds about plight
That may be faced by person to fight
Believe your own eyes and act wise
You may find many people with hollow promises
Do as your own conscience permits
Act whatever you feel alright and deem fit
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Theres Times When I think
There are time when
I think that maybe if
I opened up more to people
And was more sociable
Then maybe people
Might actually like me
And I would have alot more friends
People can extremely judgemental
And when you don't give them much
To go off of they can greatly misjudge you
It's no flaw on anyones part
It's just human nature
I would like to get
To know more people
And make more friends
But the possibility that they
Actually won't like me still exist
And I'm scared by it too much
I'm overly critical of myself
And I think I have a million character flaws
And I'm not that interesting
And I expect people to see me the same way
Even though people almost never see me
The way i see myself
We The People
We the people.
Are not ones to trust.
We the people.
Turned diamonds to rust.
We the people.
Created our binds.
We the people are foolish and blind.
We the people.
Are bullies that shove.
We the people.
'The same-sex can't love! '
We the people.
With morals so worn.
We the people.
Will save the unborn!
We the people.
Raise cowardly minds.
We the people.
Commited the crime.
We the people.
With confident grins.
We the people.
Will fail again.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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The Child
From pillar to post,
Some couples go,
In trying to have,
A child of their own!
They go on pilgrimages,
And they pray to God;
They donate money,
Expecting a child!
They see horoscopes;
They see the stars-position in the sky!
They do repentance,
To get a child!
They see the best doctors,
And undergo medical check-ups;
Some go abroad
For gift of child!
Some seek the help of science,
And try the latest advances;
But only a few
Manage to have a child!
Some give up every hope
And adopt a child;
Some remain childless
Until their death.
God gives children to so many,
And denies the same to some;
Some foolishly abort,
Invoking wrath of God!
Some beat the child;
Some enslave it;
Some starve it long;
Some neglect the child!
God’s sends nature’s furies –
Floods, quakes, famines, diseases,
Destroying people
Who kill children!
Child – the gift of God;
Child – a miracle;
Child – the joy of mankind;
Child – progeny of the human race!
Child – the love of God;
Child – mercy of God;
Child – grace of God;
Child – blessing of God!
A child makes the family wholesome;
A child ushers immense joy;
A child makes life worth living for;
A child is a divine toy!
God gives a child with ease;
Man drives it to disease;
God makes a life anew;
Man ends most lives but few!
Why kill children?
Why maim the tiny tots?
Why abuse children?
Why destroy lives, God-made?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-18-2008
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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 poetic thoughts
“Hi, how do the poetic thoughts emerge in mind”?
I was unable to react and reply to the question of its kind
I had to struggle hard for the answer to find
I just kept cool and struggled in mind
I pleaded her for putting good thoughts across
You must have enough of trust in cross
It is not brilliance of an individual
You get it with blessings very casual
it got to be translated into words immediately
It may have no use if done very lately
Its real impact and feelings may go away
You may not have any means to recollect or find the way
It can be great moment of joy for self and family
It has not been forced on you heavily
The family and friends definitely strengthen the line
You exceedingly perform well and feel very fine
There is no dearth of good thoughts all over
It has good backing and natural cover
To translate and add color to it is not that difficult
Such quality is inherent and inbuilt
You can nicely compose if you determine one day
You may certainly find the resolve and clear way
There is every possibility of surging ahead
You may one day excel and definitely lead
You should have natural instinct to pick up leads
Try to put in fine composition with interwoven words
It may result in fine creation of poetry
you may have then full satisfaction with remarkable entry
You can try to translate feelings into action
It must have fine combination with good reaction
It may give then good sense of satisfaction
This is poetry skill and very good indication
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People Like Us
Life is given as a gift
So it should be taken as one
We should wake up thankful that the day came
When you feel like you have it worst
You can always look at the people who have nothing
Then you would realize that you have everything
The people who have nothing
Don’t take life for granted
They are very grateful for everyday that comes
But people like us who have lots
Take life for granted
We don’t stop to realize what we’ve got
Then before we know it, it’s gone.
Its people like us
Who lead the troops to war.
And kill thousands, all over land.
Frankly I don’t understand why we
All can’t just get over it and increase the love
We all have to have material things such as cell phones
Most of us couldn't even go a day with out them.
Most of them have never even seen a cell phone
Yet, we still take things for granted
Everyday you should think about those
People when your getting mad because you
Can’t get your way
And maybe then one day
People will stop taking things for granted
Especially life
And live every day as if it were their last.
People like us need
To be like people like them
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
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Freedom
Our world is so beautiful and we are supposed to be free
But more often than not we feel the burden of a penetentiary
Because we have to be politically correct feelings are disguised
And we became slaves to the goods we want that are advertised
People no longer just need clothing water shelter and food
Now it's riches and lots of excess as a necessity they include
Keeping up with the Joneses we often lose our perspective
And our motives are selfish and opinions at best subjective
We became addicts needing things we want to have in our lifes
And it seems to be important what kind of vehicles we drive
Lots of plastic pays for all the things we don't really need
Every day we are stressing and life passes by with great speed
Children that are parked in front of the TV mostly unattended
Preparing to become valid contributors to a life that's splendid
All sense for family compassion and environment are long lost
And the only important values in our lifes are the things that cost
Lots of excess generate mountains of discards and smelly trash
And people don't care where it all goes because it's no longer cash
On holidays flags rise in the name of patriotism and country pride
Forgetting that the values once fought for have been casted aside
HIV still kills by the thousands while guns and drugs infested our cities
Families are homeless but benefits are cut by political committees
The media tells us what to feel and we obediently take the pop quiz
Because we're free thinkers and freedom comes easy like show biz
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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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Help me out
“Hello, you come here and help me out”
I felt it as rude shock and simply thought about
Is it arrogance in us or no curtsey at all?
I take it as strange and untimely call
Some one called me one eyes man and shouted
All civil norms were pushed out and flouted
The defeated soldiers feel humiliation when routed
I failed to understand why all such things to be stated
So many times I have been consoled on such matters
Even though it does not affect subject or alter
But it hurts from inside why all such unnecessary words?
When there is no need for it and look backward?
Someone advised no to say “die” even if some is in last stage
He may be facing death due to sickness or old age
Still some good words are expected when you visit his bed side
Even though it varies from person to person conceptually very wide
In friend circle we are used to address in ill mannered way
The words may not carry any meaning even if you use or say
So long you are face to face it is taken very lightly
But takes ugly turn f addressed in other’s presence even if rightly
Something hurts most if we are treated with ill manner
Whatever be the reason, it will have repercussion sooner
It is taken ill in remote corner of the heart and mind
It may find suitable reprisal if time permits to be unkind
We are all human beings and react the same way
Some times forced situation may force us to stay
You may be compelled unceremoniously to be taken away
This all happen when we fail to realize what to do and not to say
It has remained open fact that even animals need some affection
Even if they may not react angrily for our stupid action
You beat them mercilessly and they will bear it silently
But when time is in their favor, they will give push very gently
In normal circumstances we all try for strict maintenance of personal honor
We sometimes enter into altercation even if it is in nature of very minor
We are not used to any type of scathing attack or criticism
We should take enough care not to insult the humanism
We are prone to pick only praises
Any short use of language forces eye brows to raise
This is the only weak point that may completely put us down
We may never admit lapses even if they were our own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Smile with cause
Smile with cause
Observe little pause
Think of plight
And choose the course right
How will you smile?
When heart is under pain meanwhile
Either be prepared to act like rock
Or run out of courtesy stock
You are human being
You have to act within ring
You can't smile to world
And at the same remain unhappy and cold
You are the one to feel
You are behind the wheel
You can steer out of trouble
As this is your struggle
How can you brighten someone's world?
When you lack the stiffness and courage to be bold
Be what you are and present as you are
Let other relations remain far
You are the one to same people
Emerged as strong with lots of trouble
Now is the time to show and reassert
The stage is meant for successful concert
Are we not the puppets?
Allow the things to pass off or let
When time comes to react?
We simply fail to deliver or act
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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