Stupid and foolish things
I accounted for most of the stupid and foolish things
Why have to wait for so many years to do something?
I have seen animals gaining adulthood and sense soon
Why everybody should show me stars and only moon?
I wondered when the would comment” he is child “
They may not be harsh on me and go very mind
I will be excused for any silly mistakes
Nothing may invite any controversy to rake
Even some glass brakeage also will be taken lightly
People will laugh and point it out rightly
Everything is to be forgotten for only one reason
He is child and may take some more time to become sensible person
Such is sorry state of affair since childhood
I do not know when I gained adulthood?
I was observed very closely by neighborhood
They came to my rescue as they had fully understood
The childhood has passed of easily and I am entering young age
There is free air outside and I have been permitted with more coverage
I can venture out with little or no restrictions
There are virtually now no or very few instructions
I am no different from that of child age
I still look forward to them with blank page
I need everything to be written down
As I have still no experience or responsibility to own
This may be the case with thousands or more
They may be lagging behind for not trying to explore
Every thrust may be observed or monitored
Set of instructions ready and even small things tutored
I have grown amidst the sense of being fool
They are not sure of my gaining it in full
I am still in their eyes unripe and inexperienced
They will take enough care to see that I am not unduly influenced
So I have grown immature with lots of uncertainty
They were right in their assertion to make me of fine quality
I was at receiving end so far as they were concerned
Still I had feeling that at every point I was cornered
I made one resolution in mind
I must make some earnest efforts to find
Better presentation of my self and fulfillment of their desire
So they won’t be left with any frustration or ire
I may be of my own without being labeled
I have no courage to be called as rebelled
I shall take the decision of my own
Move as per conscious and show as fully grown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our child once grown
What if my wife revealed that she was pregnant by me?
However, what if our child one day chose simply not to believe?
In nine months and eighteen years, I need to answer this question.
Nine months for God and my wife to give birth to the little one.
Eighteen year for us to train them in the way that they should go.
But, it is our child choice in whom to believe once grown and outside our front door.
At home, our child shall be instructed about the consequences of their sin.
Our child will understand the punishment of God for sin in the end.
I will train our child up in the Godly way that they should always go.
I will show them the love of the wonderful God I personally know.
Once grown, by us, our child shall be shown how to live life righteously.
Regardless in whom they believe, they will always be our child to me.
How would I feel if in spite of everything I taught and showed our child?
Our child decided, once grown, to take another way in life for a while.
Although taught while young not to steal; once grown they stole any way.
Although taught while young not to lie; once grown they lied every day.
Would I abandon them as quickly as the rest of the world?
Would they still be the prized apple of your heart and still be daddy’s little boy or girl?
Still, there is always a chance our child might choose in God not to believe.
If our child does, it is not because of the lack of the right instructions from me.
I will love our child even if by their life they chose not to follow God.
Because no matter what our child is an important part of my heart.
In who to continue to believe that major choice of life shall be their own.
But, they are still our child though they choose not to believe or act right once grown.
poem by Reginald Walker
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The Child In Me
I am a full-grown man
With a wife and children
A good job to do
Have all that I need
People think
I have lot of experience
To share with others
I give to them
What is expected from me?
But do not hide
The child in me
At times
I cry and laugh like him
Ask questions
As a child does
Play and behave like him
I know
Childhood cannot return
But the child in me
Takes me back
To the carefree
World of A child
No matter,
How old I become
I do not want
The child in me to die
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
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My true story about myself
People stop ordering me around. I am only one person, yet you treat me like I am twelve people. I can only do one thing at a time. I am sorry I am really slow. I am only a child, I'm still trying to be kid while I have a chance. But, you see you people give me the responsibility of an adult. I am tired of ruining my plans, to do adult things. I don't want a perfect childhood but I would like a nice one where I would be able to do teenager things. I want to be a normal child, even if I am not. You people are driving me crazy with all these do this, do that. I'm sorry, but if this a normal childhood, I rather be dead. I feel like that when I try to talk nobody could hear me. I could scream and nody would hear me. I am invisable. Besides who would want to see a girl who has no mother, a father she never sees, who is a nobody, who can't make a difference, who is hideous, who can't do anything right, who is ashamed for everything she is? Sometimes I think about killing myself, actually I do it a lot. It's just I am so tired of being used. I am used one way or the other. I always wonder what would happen if I die. Would anybody care? Would anybody even notice? NO! Yes I know I made mistakes. but isn't the point of life, is make mistakes and learn from them. I know I made a lot, but I would never take any of them back. I don't care anymore about what other people say. I am just so tired of this. I can't live like this much longer. There has to be a change, and quick. To tell you the truth, I even thought about running away. I don't know where I would go. I do know is that I would never return. I'm sick of having responsibility of an adult, and everybody tells me to be a kid. HOW? When I'm constantly cleaning, cooking, cleaning, cooking, school, school, homework, cleaning, cooking? Can I please have a break once in a while. I am begging you. What did I do to deserve this? I think I have a right to know.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Your Children Are Always Your Children
In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
the body matures to adulthood
But in your eye’s and heart
the child remains
The laughter though a deeper tone
Still holds that
joyous golden ring
of Christmas presents
or a birthday game
The hair now full and Silky
Still holds the urge
to touch and stroke
The smile though older
still makes the heart leap
The body may be
tall and lithe and grown
But in your eyes the outline
of the child is still seen
Though they are grown and flown
Never does a day pass
without the same worry
how are they, where are they
though they may be grown
In your eyes the child never ends nor should it
poem by Bill Mitton
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Why Do Children Want To Grow
Why do Children
of now adays
Want to grow so fast
to look grown up
to think grown up
But still be a child at heart
I would live my childhood
OVER again just to be a child
to have pure heart
Pure minds, pure dreams
Instead of a childhood of distain
To play without a care
And see the magic of Mother Nature
And use imagination
To dance on rainbows
And white fluffy clouds
To play hide and seek
In the candy land of our dreams
To ride on unicorns
And sprinkle fair dust
To take a flight in
A midsummer dream
Why would children of today
Pass all this by
Just to be grown up
In a world like ours
Why lose the innocence
Of childhood sweet dreams
Just to rush into
The uncertainty of life
Why bypass your childhood
Just to be an adult of today
only to yearn the loss
of you childhood of yesterday
poem by Kaila George
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The Simple Person
and when you’re a child, you learn so much
of ‘grown-up’ life, of ‘grown-up’ values –
by the tone of voice
in which they say things
my mother, saying of a particular person
whom I’d never met – or if I had,
would not have known what to make of them –
‘She’s a simple person’
and the tone of voice with which she said this
was full of compassion, without a touch of criticism:
it meant, she has no mind with which to make complexity.
Not a hint there of some label like mentally challenged,
or mentally under-privileged;
rather, the purity of a soul untrammelled;
indeed, a state of grace
for in her day, the honourable poor
looked after, were at one with their simpler kin;
while free to honour the skilled and fortunate
and I listening, wondered if I could rise to life’s challenges
as a simple person.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Oddball In The Window
The boy sat at the window
Looking out at the other boys
Laughing and playing their games
Enjoying their childhood days
The boy hopes that they will cherish
Those blissful moments of youth
That have been stolen from him
Moments gone forever from his childhood days
He’s not crippled in body or mind
He’s not allowed outside to play
Those boys point and stare at the boy
They call the oddball in the window
His parents have imprisoned him
To wrap him up in cotton love
He is just to much a gift from god
He is their only precious child
The parents say it’s for his own good
He’s such a delicate child
He just sits at the window
Jealous of the children running free
He will never laugh with other children
He will never join in their games
He never smiles in photographs
He’s not enjoying his childhood days
He’s grown up now; still sitting at the window
His parents can’t get him to venture outside
Everyone passing takes time to point and stare
At the man they call
The oddball in the window
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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The Story Of Nevermore
now I cast a hypnotic spell
to free a child from her hell
surrender now child fall deep in my spell
just come to me child and all will be well
rise now child in sleep you now come
walk now child thought your scenes stay numb
fall now child in to a peaceful dream
but nothing there is as it seems
even thought child in you dream all is right
really your body walks still throw the night
relax now child let that dream ease your mind
follow now child let my voice be your guild
don’t worry child my intentions are pure
you’ll be happy with me of that I am sure
I’m just so tired of being alone
I want a child all of my own
so sleepwalk now child to the pull of my charm
sleepwalk to me child you’ll be safe in my arms
nevermore child shall you cry out in pain
your old life will be lost but a new one will be gained
sleepwalk to me child you’ll be my daughter soon
find your way to me child by the light of the moon
sleepwalk to me child and I’ll show you my ways
all the things I can show you; you’ll be amazed
sleepwalk to me child your almost here
come to me child soon all will be clear
sleepwalk to me child come meet your new mom
soon the whole world will rest in your palm
I see you now child I have you in sight
I run to you child now all is right
your eyes are dazed child unseeing and blank
I can see you now child what a great daughter you’ll make
come to me child collapse in my arms
come to me child you’re safe now from harm
I hold you now child and cradle you close to my heart
I hum to you child as I carry you throw the dark
were home now dear child far from all you ones knew
were home now dear child only one thing left to do
I made this child a special potion just for you
and with it your life begins anew
drink this now child and let your past slip away
remember not one second not one moment or one day
your eyes close child as I release you from my spell
in conciseness you do not dwell
back in to slumber you fall ever so deep
I love how innocent you look in sleep
a new name you need child to mark your new life
you need a new name as you exist the light
your name is Nevermore My child Raven Nevermore
a name like none ever heard before
you are Raven Nevermore
a young witch of great power to explore
you are Raven Nevermore
my daughter now and evermore
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Tabula Rasa
this is a blank wall
or as you wish it, this could be a blank page,
or you may consider this
a blank mind of a child and
you will be teaching him
some things for the first time,
go, scroll, and find something,
do you remember now, why the child is still in pain?
why the walls are stronger? why the blank page still have stains
of blood in there?
some sad memories that refuse to leave?
don't lose hope, there are still more blank spaces of the mind
imagine it to be some kind of a sky
now, put the stars and the moon, and try wishing
someth ing nice and beautiful
like a boat filled with flowers and some light and then silently it sails
on a very peaceful sea like a fine silky cloth covering the dining table
to the place that you always dream to live
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Extinct Of Childhood
childhood is matching out
My generation is not watching out
The genesis of a blackout
In a scene that must not be cut out
Scene is a stage of life
Childhood! I am in retrospect
I wonder at the turn of events
Imagine the exit of a crucial stage
These days they recognise contraceptives
That is why I am hypertensive
Children can not comprehend comprehensively
English teacher in comprehension
A child's exposure to adulthood
Achild's experience of adulthood
Equal to taking two steps at a time
Which causes a faall of a lifetime
Abomination now normal occurences
Adult language now children songs
Their songs leave our mouth ajar
Our taboo is now their faboo
Girl raped when a toddler
Exploring, performing before teenager
Perishing before adulthood
Who is the future of tomorrow?
Bring back childhood days
Let membership be mandatory
Make Right of Participation obligatory
In togetherness we rescue childhood
Children deserve the right to choose
Heavenly endowment from Mother Nature
Allow these children to nurture
Never force them to mature
My propagation about childhood
Let childhood songs be babbling
Let their dance be jumping
Let their dressing be decent
Be free to twinkle again
Stars are permanently up
Mothers should sit and watch
That Humpty might fall again
You will soon devour an elephant
With a lifetime ahead of you
Your year of Yahooze by the corner
No hurry in life, time for everything
poem by Olutosin Oladosu Adebowale
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A response to inner call
Did you ever respond to inner conscious call?
Did it help you from any possible fall?
Was that just divine hint not to follow any dictates?
It is nicely understood but barred by apathy to indicate?
When you are driven or influenced by external forces?
You become helpless and can not choose clear course
There prevails confusion and have double state of mind
It never clears uncertainty and person is totally blind
It is all said in earnestness to follow conscience
It is in other sense no to all with complete defiance
Not to act in haste and to obey what seems to be true
It may be critical test but one has to pass through
How can one clearly see the obstacles free broad way?
What makes him to move boldly and push it away?
Neither is it the result of one day experience or habit
Nor is the out come of clear conscience or gambit
When an individual is not responding to any temptation
It can be rightly observed with responsive indication
It is acknowledged with happiness internally
There is tremendous response expressed orally
The person himself knows the real truth and enjoy
He may not reveal it to all or employ decoy
It is inner strength that drives him to consider positively
This will give him leverage above others and deliver decisively
Where is the time to know self and avoid criticism?
The world seems colorful as seen through prism
It compels to see us what is not really a fact?
Any normal man may fall for it and unpleasantly act
One can remain truthful to the least possible extent
This may give him little strength to know the contents
He will not falsely lead to believe what is not desirable?
This little piece of awareness makes his move admirable
“To know self is to know God”words are inscribed
They have hidden meaning and need not be described
Person is feeling guilty conscience when fully exposed
He may be down with bad name when trust is not reposed
We claim to be an intelligent animal
Our show is pathetic and very dismal
Even animals act in some kind of attachment
We totally act indifferently and come out with statement
It may be wise on our part to act true
It is not easy but difficult too
It may straightway drive us to the extreme corner
No one may like our action and term us as sinner
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice jokes
How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find
To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready
What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly
See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action
Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason
Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears
It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind
Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Have This Philosophy
As a child I had threatened to run away.
In fact...
It was either the fourth or the fifth time,
When I made that anoouncement...
To come to realize,
No one was paying me any attention at all.
And on one of those occasions,
My mother told me to take out the garbage...
Before I went anywhere!
She really didn't understand the severity of the moment.
I was all of ten years old and extremely serious.
I was trying to make this point...
I was going to be missed!
My niece, Shayla, did the same thing.
But she came back home to say to her parents,
She had a need for her checkbook and had forgotten it.
Like me...
She has excellent penmanhip.
AND she doesn't play.
Or has time for nonsense.
She's all business and serious.
'Go Shayla.
I'm so glad you discovered adulthood! '
We both had lots to learn about life.
Especially the part of life that one learns...
DO NOT BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS,
Anythng connected to your survival.
Including those who give lucrative allowances...
To afford our checkbooks...to forget!
I love my niece.
As young people,
We begin to test those independent waters...
Early.
Many of us were forced to.
But as we grow...
Those 'come-and-find-me' games,
Are a bit childish, tired and very old.
And when one plays them over fourty...
Something should connect in their minds,
They play these games alone.
I have this philosophy about life...
If you can not teach a grown cat hygiene,
And if an adult runs into hiding...
In fear of reprisals for something wrong they've done.
Only to seek, ultimately, a pat on the back.
To be stroked like a missing cat when they return....
That person is in need more than 'a' lesson to learn.
That litter box needs to be put outside of the house for good.
'What does that mean? '
I did not say it was a 'good' philosophy...
To be quickly understood.
Some philosophies have to sit and marinate,
Longer than some.
I said I 'have' this philosophy about life.
You figure it out!
It has to be lived to enable it to make sense.
And stop looking at me like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do not DELETE this or ABORT
an original from Don Allan Dinio
Every time a child is conceived,
a new life just blooms. It's God's gift!
Every time a baby is born,
another cycle of life just began. Angelic!
The very first time the baby cries,
a miracle just happened. Majestic!
The mystery in this child's life just started.
That is just wonderful!
I know you say that it is your choice but
don't forget it's the baby's ~ right to live!
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
You got to think hard to do or not to do it.
The pressure is on you. Your life.
It is your pride versus the baby's right.
You got to ponder how in the world can you
afford to raise this child? Will you
sacrifice your future and the rest of your
life for the terrible quick mistake you made?
What kind of life would this child have?
The child is there...let him live!
The child could be a genius, a scientist,
the next president or an astrounaut.
That is just wishful thinking!
But does that really matter?
Remember, this child is your flesh and blood.
It is part of you!
Who knows this child might even save your life and many more.
Please do not ABORT!
Fifteen years from now the child will be a teenager.
Later on will be a young adult and shape his own life.
This child will be part of your joys and happiness,
fears and tears, more worries and some and more.
What child would he be? - so you may ask.
You begin to worry and it can get scary.
Life's influences on this child are so varied and many.
The friends and acquaintances the child may befriend
have tremendous effect of what he will become.
His toys, his hobbies, and his peers,
you, and the family and life as a whole
will be part of this child's personality.
This child will be fine, don't worry!
Let this one live.
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
Thirty years or so from now this child will be a fully grown person.
This child will have a personality of his own.
This child might or could have accomplished something
really great that you can be proud of.
This child might or could done something terrible too
and you would have said and say to yourself...
'If only I knew! '
But don't take it as your fault. He is what he will become!
No one knows the future.
You should be proud you gave this child...
a choice to live instead ~
You did not ABORT!
Twenty some years ago, there was this young lady
who got pregnant and was left on her own
by someone she thought loves her and
will marry her and will live happily ever after. Huh?
DELETE that!
She thought long and hard what to do
with her pregnancy...the baby!
She was worried to death of her future,
her pride, the baby's future...just like you.
It was a tough decision, a life and death choice
to make and the baby's right to live.
This lady made the right choice -
she gave birth to her baby...a lovely beautiful baby
and turned out to be a fine lady,
a good daughter ~ You!
Please return the favor, do not ABORT!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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A life in stages
My dear friends in all walks of life
How do we live happily on the edge of knife?
Life has proved as acid test and still we cling
Try to make it beautiful for many more laurels to bring
It is supposed to be made like I heaven
We do nothing g to make it even
Let every age be made as memorable as possible
It is to be picked up easily as is not forcible
As poet you make it glorious and nicely painted
We all landed it in mess and did not maintain
Let your efforts make deep impact on mind
If they can think little over for happiness to find
Everybody is aware of the importance at every stage
It may transform with the advancement of an age
Some of the stages may not be influenced by our action
Parents may be taking care to look after it well affection
No on e may really know the real philosophy?
The usages and customs vary with condition and geography
Still it will be guided by broader concept to shape it well
Elders to make worthwhile by adding advices and in clarity to tell
Initial stage is spent in unconsciousness
All with great care, love and happiness
Everything is made available at one demand
Especially looked after well by grandparents
Care free life in school days and freedom of movement
All faults or mistaken taken easily with no comments
Life is not burdened with any of the home worry
All concentration on study and no burden to carry
Changes come when you gin adulthood
All notoriety goes with childhood
Now you are young person waiting for spring
New life to lead and many changes to bring
Still not tested the cruel blow
Not yet known the fury of river flow
The time may soon come to face the crisis
Here comes crucial factor to form the basis
Life is romantic and yet to b e enjoyed fully
Promised with sense to remain faithfully
No problem whatever may come on the way?
It is to be solved resolutely for comfortable stay
You may be lone decider of future
Everything has to be decided and made sure
Nothing goes out of calculation and disrupt
Life goes on smoothly without any interruption
You may be able to sum up it later stage
You may look victorious with passing of phase
Life is all set and likely to be spent at ease
There is nothing more now with you to release
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On My Own Way Of Looking At Things
somewhere
i must see on my own
do things
the way my hands shall make
what my mind knows
there is no sense being
other people
they have their own feelings
their own
makeshifts, i, venture,
on this
undrinkable, what you left
as unthinkable
the non doable
left along i must grown my own
wings and
fly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Children’s Day
On Children’s Day*
Empower the childhood for bright future,
Let not penury their geniality butcher.
In them our future make secure,
Lest disease and disgust them devour.
Let the child bloom with pride
If man wants to take big strides.
Let not the child by hunger damned,
Let child labor everywhere be banned.
Let us amend the law of land,
For joyous childhood take a stand.
Free knowledge enlighten as they grow,
Let the stream of happy humanity flow.
‘Child is the father of man’ we know
Let childhood bound in piety glow.
*In response to Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy’s ‘A Prayer’ on Universal Children’s Day of UNICEF observed on 20th November.
poem by C.P. Sharma
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Blessed with friends
I was praying God to be blessed with friends
Friends with close attachment till the end
I could find hardly few as I it was difficult to get
I thought of leaving the effort and decided to forget
When I was small kid there was company kids from near by
Thy were eager to come near and were making frantic try
We would then play with toys and make some fun
On little excitement or quarrel they will try to go away or run
In school also some of the boys were very nice and intelligent
They will make all the times with their funny comments
We will play together and depart with compel enjoyment
It was nice spending with happiest moments
The young was like spring season
I had lot of excitement with reason
I was becoming fully grown adult
Stamina as such was high and inbuilt
Now it was field for me to venture
The school had given us vivid aspects of future
Whole life was before us to explore
The thrust and bold approach required was more
I had enough time to keep trusted friends in the circle
Some of them were since childhood and few joined from school
Little can be said about who were intelligent or fool
But I was surrounded by many and company was full
I could well assess what was good or bad
Sometimes it was making me very sad
I will think seriously about the repercussions
After I had brief or lengthy discussion
Some of the friends had made sincere inroad
They were not nuisance or of any burden with load
I took it casually as an extension of human nature
But still it remained my grave concern to make it doubly sure
There were some more friends in me already
They were waiting for golden chance and ready
Normal friends would go off with little displeasure
But these friends were already seated in for pleasure
I can name only few to be more precise
I should be called fool if not wise
People may question what is new in my disclosure?
They are with all and firmly placed and can be called impure
They were of course undesired in any form
I still decided to remain well informed
I shall keep them away and keep the distance
If possible to get rid of them at once
It is easy to talk of high order
You will loose control with slight anger
Annoyance is even worst than hunger
We can keep them not any longer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Like infant
I am no more like infant now
I have learnt to tackle how
With all the sense in order
With all that accuracy and nothing on border
It was time when I sue to walk with parent’s help
Catch the finger and pass the road with little steps
It was unique experience to have carefree situation
I loved it and sincerely wished for its continuation
I had seen lots of worry lines on parent’s face
They were able to hide it in any case
Yet I could observe the helplessness
It was bad and very critical phase
I was brought up like hard liner
I knew time would change sooner
It was just a passing time with no exception
As every individual has same to face from inception
So in young age it did not prove hard
I looked in anticipation and positively forward
I had all the calculation in mind
As I knew world may look upon me very unkind
Some of funniest part is to settle in married life
You may not know the nature of would be wife
She may bring fortune with her or more troubles
You may find yourself in fix and most incapable
Since you are grown up child with lots of ups and down
The life would provide enough of opportunity to own
If both can handle the show well and take the course ahead
It will be fine example as it will provide strength to lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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