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Successful Man

I wish to die as fulfilled man
Grab and collect as much as I can
Reach on top of the ladder and excel
With all the different tales to tell

Widely spread over big empire
People all over with nice words to admire
Giving top ranks among all business tycoons
Where even sun does favor in noon

I can spare little for deprived lot
As I have struggled and fought
Through out the life for peaceful living
Else there was all hell for believing

Have people not cut jokes with satire?
Did not wait for me to expire?
Was I not spent and useless force?
Did they like when finally I rose?

I did care about neighbors
As they were nice and to the next door
I proved and came out with great care
They would smile at me and never stare

I thought I will be well known by my wealth
They will come with respect to lay the wreath
I never thought of leaving behind everything at the time of death
Even thought that would have been struck with deterioration of health

I did cheating with full knowledge
It was essential to survive and manage
It was simply a mad race
It might have brought momentarily relief on the face

I had heard that only hand s may remain open
Mouth may be open and eyes wide even
Nothing to brief and nothing to carry
Yet very difficult not to worry

You can call me successful celebrity
It might have come with the blessings from almighty
I only acted as custodian and served no one
As it was to prove me as successful man

Life is different entity with some purpose
You have no chance to think or suppose
You got to act with whatever means you have
Only people watch as how you act and behave

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A death not menace

You were business tycoons
Your empire was at the height shined in noon
It was associated with pride
It was open fact and was nothing to hide

As an individual you had thrown complete weight
You had lion’s share to take it to its height
Nobody could do it as you did
You had provided great impetus and lead

What else you needed in life at later stage
The years were passing off to touch the age
You did your level best to build the empire
No one could ignore you to admire

You were best as good administrator but no humanist
You did all to make it success and insisted
It was brilliant show put up ever by anybody
You were not careful for your existence and body

It has taken heavy toll and now you regret your life
Thought it was tough and like double edged of knife
You sailed through smoothly with all the odds against
You excelled in all the climate and served as best

You failed to realize that human body has some restrictions
It can work full time with innumerable instructions
If need be many nights can be spent on the spot
It is done only to speak about your ability a lot

When person is established fully in establishment
He needs to change and live in different environment
All hectic movements can be brought to some shift
It must be done smoothly without creating a rift

You miss the opportunity and it will prove a hell
Nothing may move positively and sound well
It is your down fall and sun is heading for decline
You can’t run for everything with all the inclination

The near ones may desert as you are proving failure
They have nothing to gain from you for sure
You were utilized at maximum level
You have nothing more to excel

You are in dilemma over your near end
You have created foes and no new friends
It was only great empire and nothing else
You lived under set pattern which has proved false

Before you could find cover
It has taken you over
You had no time left with to decide
You were on ground and simple tied

In few minutes time you will be consigned to flames
Not all people are to be cursed or blamed
It has come at the right time and at place
You had lost all the opportunities and race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I see something wrong

Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.

We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Life Is Life

Life is after all life
Whether you lead peacefully or with full of strife
It has to be spent either way
Casual or with noble and purposeful way

Life can never have different yardstick
Even birds have understood when they speak
Arrival of their new born in the nest
As if to celebrate it with fun and live at best

How nice they take care of new born?
Even rich or poor also enjoy same way even if life is fully torn
It is natural and almighty has given
The same sense of feeling and interwoven

Let us not enlarge area of operation
As it gives rise then to deterioration
If one can't look after its own affair at home
How can he withstand outside pressure and welcome

I picked the sense of birds and evaluated
How peaceful was their life and nicely related?
To build nest in time and take full care
Even to face the presence when some one goes near or dares

In blind quest we sometimes sacrifice real happiness
That may make him restless and not shown on face
If life is given for peaceful living and with purpose
It must be made amply clear and must be chosen

Let is build high rise buildings or make living in space
It has to be made with sense barring the mad race
After all it is for our living and that must be borne in mind
Love, affection, relation are all for us not to go blind

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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May become minister

Today anybody may become minister
As he has to play only role of sinister
Knowledge or no knowledge he will be our boss
Fate will be decided by only toss

Their world is limited
Only public is cheated
Their well (deep dug hole) is limited to grabbing
People around them stand and start clapping

Collect as much as possible
Public life is just gamble
You may be out of grace soon
Dark clouds may cover the moon

You will amass enormous wealth
This may sometime deteriorate your health
Yet you will have no satisfaction
Everything is done at the cost of the nation

It is not your concern if poor die
You will be pioneer in life with untold lies
The life has changed your status in public domain
Even though you know the consequences of pain

People may reject you at any time
You may survive little longer sometimes
Only good people may survive in long battle
It takes lots of time to settle

You will never weep over millions death
You will worry about corning the wealth
Nothing appeals you as mark of commitment
You have no remorse or corner for resentment

Religious heads too have mastered the art
Gain the confidence of people and slowly start
Someone should have mastery in art of convincing
People can be made simply into believing

Love not and feel happy about today
It might have given you an easy way
If your ride on the winds' wing
Fortune can swing in favor and can bring

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hall Of Doors

You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight with death in mind
You watch people open their doors
And you think of how the doors and fate bind

You watch waiting to see your exit
As you see others turn down their path to their end
You know that the paths can not change
You know even with time fate shall not mend

Down the hall you walk
Doors lining each side
Every person holds the key to one of those locks
All around you people stride

Doors open
As people come to their door mats
You walk by doors just hoping,
hoping the next isn't yours, isn't your mat

You watch parents and children leaving eachothers sides
You see love being torn, hate being sewn
as the doors open wide
Some people leave together, some alone

You wait to see your door, your fate
You watch to see which door your key fits
You watch to see if your heart is with love or hate
You watch untill you find the mat at which you shall sit

You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight, death in mind
You watch as people open their doors
You wait to see which door your fate lays behind.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sad eyes

I could read nothing on her face
But eyes could speak with grace
Intense struggle was going on in her mind
Yet her face revealed nothing for me to find

She had resolve of steel metal
Her husband had died of an accident which proved fatal
She could hardly think of anything now to settle
She was on decline and loosing her rose petals

She must be facing now lot many problems
Something struck to remind her of grave troubles
People may try their level to pound on her flash
Soon she may be heading for an open war or clash

Life is not bed of roses for all persons
Some people are blessed with support from sons
Some are looked after well by circumstances
Many are lucky not to have experienced such things even at once

She was not that lucky to have enough support
She may murmur and say when will reach her ship at the port
I listened to these words with much pain
But had no solution to relieve her from drain

She spoke to me with intense projection
She was not leaving the field by inaction
I saw in her eyes thunder storms and lightening
Nothing could deter her now from hardening

She had her own sphere, space and cover
I read her resolve to carry on and move further
No person was expected in her life to explore
I feared nothing unusual coming from her

Some people may loose courage if receive shocks after shocks
Luck also will be sending troubles in bundles from its stocks
It is seen and observed that ill luck would try everything to finish
But strong people may face it bravely and simply not perish

She was from fine blend and held very good character
Many times she would claim her self as an actor
I thought of great circus where each one is expected to play part
With magnificent acts, independent from each other as an art

I made little survey of human feeling
What will be the most fearsome act and almost killing?
I thought of illogical fear with devastating effects
Not realizing the unavoidable circumstances in fact

Life at some point of time comes to an end
You can add flavor to it by making some amends
No one may ask how much you lived on earth
But certainly remark how best you lived up to the time of death

No one will be spared from the jaw of death
We may also be going to lay a wreath
Yet it never occurs to us in mind
That we too may have some place here to find

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Past Years

Go back to your some of the best events in past years
Think of the past incidences where you had not landed ears
What would have happened if you had acted wise at that time?
The situation might have turned different sometimes

What is tempting you to go blind?
Why do you not see it reasonable and find?
That it had been told you to be careful
As precondition to emerge as successful

Not only this, you might have got rebuff
As you had failed to prove it as bluff
You had no reason to feel ashamed
As it was thought over and planned

Past definitely gives us some clue
To face bravely and come out of blue
Some of things might have been true
But short cut was needed to go through

Wealthy and successful people can afford to analyze
They have enough time and sources to summarize
They can evaluate, put aside or simply categorize
The work is done with efficient ways without reason to antagonize

Even though the cloak can not be reversed
Yet the time lost can be recovered and fully assessed
The loop holes can be filled with accurate input
Many sideways can be eliminated or simply cut

It is possible now for you to come with bold strategy
It may prove full proof system against any bogey
It will stand fast against any onslaught
As changes are positively thought over and brought

Sit in night to some reserved position
Look back with positive thoughts for future composition
Nothing can go wrong if thought over in advance
The success may elude you not even once

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Full of romance

Life is full of enterprise and romance
It must be tested and understood at once
We are here to prove our worth and excel
Rest all may follow suit and go well

He has thought over it and assigned the role
Take it as challenge and respond to call
You may find thousands of different creatures
You got to decide where your future lies

Prove on return that you did whatever you could
You did not merely spent life for searching the food
Even thought life was proving hell and difficult
You should love to live without fear of any insult

If you determined to overcome all the hurdles
There won’t be any impact even if they come in bundles
It is part of life and must be faced as they come
Seattle it accordingly and always try to welcome

It can’t come to standstill with one or two failures
It strengthens your efforts to make it sure
The end path is chosen and pushed through
This is only truth and equally true

We must thank almighty for giving us an opportunity
Even though it is a belief and we can only think of infinity
It is afforded once only and if is lost in vain
There will be nothing left except pain

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Love With No Regret

I look at the exit door and i see her,
With the mirage of her shadows from afar.
I look at the past and i see her smile,
A smile that lasted for a while.
She was once my heaven grace,
Now leaving with no trace.
She was my last solution,
But now irritate like pollution.
She once brought happiness,
Now that happiness is lost in this time of darkness.
I thought she was sent from heaven,
Made with all the beauties of heaven.
But i was so wrong of her,
Cos she was never αs amazing like the stars.
I once thought we would have a great future,
Each time i stare at her picture.
I once thought that she could be a great wife,
And that together we would have a wonderful life.
I once gave her my heart,
When we began from the start.
I wonder how it all went wrong,
That made us not to last long.
Then i realised that we were never meant for each other,
For there is no future with us together.
Now she is gone for good,
Far away from my neighbourhood.
I will cherish the moment we had,
Those moment that weren't bad.
I will never forget how happy we were,
That made us forget about our fears.
Those times that gave us joy and fulfillment,
That also brought us contemptment.
I can look back now with no regret,
That i met someone like you on earth.
For you thought me a lesson,
That will open doors to more blessing.
In spite of all that happened you will still remain in my heart,
For when you left you never tore it apart.
My door of friendship will always remain open,
Anytime you want our love story book to be reopen.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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Doing Their Best To Achieve

What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.

'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'

Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.

'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.

If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.

And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.

And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'

Do you believe you are successful?

'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A place called hell

Some one reminded me of a place called hell
Lonely place where every one is doing well
All let loose strange stories around
No basis whatsoever or any images are found

No one may argue in favor of a hell
Generally all may not favor it at all
In their opinion they all did well to be in heaven
Though they have no faint idea even

They have done nothing to find place in this place
They did all whatever they could do to malign the race
At final time they decided to donate some tip of wealth
They knew it well at end of the game with deterioration in health

Some one may go even further to advocate
In the memory of parents some good steps they will indicate
Raising of temple or some orphanage in their name
At least this will save them for some shame

They have all praise for departed soul
The soul had lived noble life with no mistakes or foul
The God only knew how noble and honest he was?
The end was imminent but this was only pause

The heaven has many exits and inlets
Only innocent and nobles are let
Rest all sent to very nice place called hell
There they will spend their life very well

So if some one is referring heaven we should take it for hell
All horrified stories are known to all but now no need to tell
Human ears are not used to hear unpleasant remarks
Though they praise dear ones with full marks

How the hell can be different from atmosphere?
Why the people get afraid with so much fear?
When it is known that only nice people with have entry?
Rest all will be waiting in sun without shed of the tree

Well it is generally accepted that there is another world
Where there is no foe or friend or hot and cold
Everything is same and no difficulty at all
Still untruth may block it like wall

I fearlessly taught and advocated about good or bad
There is nothing to be felt as pain, agony or remain sad
The end may be peaceful and all set to depart
There may be found two gates painted with art

It will remind us of our past
The life might have been over very fast
It was now turn to pack up and say good bye
Even though we had lived happily with very good try

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prove its worth

How person comes to be known?
Is it because of enormous wealth owned?
Nothing matters more if it is not sheer ability
Even thought you are weak and not mighty

As personal identity the perseverance is essential
There is clear evidence and weight is substantial
Initially some set backs possible but not always
It may in long run definitely pay

Life is for dreamers to prove its worth
It may not discourage with slight doubt of death
Life as such has to be lived up to full length
Perseverance of some thoughts may prove solid strength

No one is sure of life’s span
It can’t have set thinking or solid plan
Life can be taken as uncertainty and surged ahead
Some of the happenings can well be understood and read

If you survive the trend and heavy blows
The river can be controlled for its flow
The river bank may have little damage
But won’t be out of control to manage

The world is respecting only successful person
Whatever may be cause or any reason?
No one may follow you until you have ability
They may find the end result with fine quality

I knew and still concede the point
It is proper and wise hint
One must follow the safe route in convinced manner
The success may be had sooner or later

It is not easy to give sample advice
As life is not set on mechanical device
Some of the experience is gained through smooth passage
Some might have grabbed it in time with positive message

Let there remain mystery about life and its surroundings
Some of the bad consequences are always binding
People may not reject outright as it is nearly expected
It will change scenario only when fully understood and acted

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hold not firm

We are here
to lead you any where
from nothingness to something
if you wish for anything

It has to be honest and sincere
it has to uttered with care
it is no use to simply watch or stare
you need to prove very fare

It is in build desire
to seek good partner and admire
this is not goods on hire
it can prove good satire

We all may pass same stage
but still prove right and manage
it is delicate phase and age
the wild animal is trying to come out of cage

It is easy to lure
But difficult to assure
The bond has to remain pure
Everything has to be done for sure

Initial phase may be for lust
But that Acton is taken as just
Go on with building the trust
This condition is unavoidable and must

It may loose its charm
If we deliver any harm
The relation may not remain warm
Even if you hold firmly in arm

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Perception and Ideology

You are a person of high resolve
Capable of flying high and certainly solve
All burning problems with high degree and care
This keeps you go high and wonderfully dare

Once you believe in projecting the target
Take calculated risk and watchfully act
How come achievement can elude the success?
When you have complete reach with full access

Any successful person may air his intention
Develop powerful instinct with all its prevention
What if plan runs into rough weather?
And what next if finds no favor either

Man is blessed with clear ideology
He has been blessed with it from almighty
He may dock it with powerful drive
Stay in race and successfully survive

What is seen in mirror is clear reflection
What you are is reflected with action
It can’t be different from what you project
Outcome may have direct bearing on your act

The world is open field
The void can’t remain until it is filled
Only person of far sight vision can survive in race
You can easily find the happiness on face

You must only project
When you are determined to act
Perception and beliefs don't change often
In case of life threatened even

Ideology and aims are interlinked
Only brave finds answer when they are successfully linked
We are simply made of earthen pot
We can be broken easily even before wars are fought

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life never a burden

Life was never a burden until I realized
I never owed allegiance until obliged
It was somewhat unique experience
I wanted to develop close allegiance

It is good to dream about ideal living
Stick to one faith and believing
Helping hand for hardship relieving
Still no joy for its wroth proving

It was pinching me guilty conscience
It was considered as unitary with defiance
I was not going on with set lines
Rest of the rituals were pushed to the sidelines

I have my own way of living
I prefer shallow water and deep diving
It is not aimed at getting the stones
It is for measuring the silent zones

How deep but still a unknown mystery
So much richness but still not a history
Everything known but still eluding the treasure
This is how the prosperity is measured

You may be donor with so much to dispose
Unbinding faith and so much trust to repose
Mission by almighty for the care of unwanted
I cherish the goal as noble thought is planted

It is case of people with abundance
But what about those who has nothing at once
Rich at heart but handicapped by source
What can be their fate except to exert no force?

I feel being cheated not by be the almighty
But by the circumstances and feel extreme pity
I love to be called sufferer at the outset
As the life is moving in direction to set

My faith stands shattered
As situation is not altered
The whole area is logged and watered
I merely watch as the people suffer

I too suffer for not being able to afford a chance
I don’t curse the fate in everybody’s presence
But raise my hands towards the sky and pray
“God give me courage for few words to say”

I have no moral right to feel as I feel today
I will have to accept the fact in a normal way
I am not here meant for enforcing the own ideology
It may be considered as stupidity and one’s own folly

The happiness and sadness doesn’t come as we desire
It is not easily available in the market on hire
Love to live with whatever you have and admire
Don’t curse self so others get chance to satire
‘
It is one of the most adorable thing you are offered
The life angle may be thought over and differed
Still the basic goal of life’s mission remain same
We have to remain firm and deliver without offering blame

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hollow World

I heard a speech in religious congregation
It was widely read out in relation
With worldly happenings and people around
The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound

As all religious leaders try to prove something good
To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food
What do they have with them except to part with good words?
Spread the message with love of almighty or lords

They have found refuge under roof of holy homes
Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed
Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace
Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease

But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies
All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises
Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow
We know about it but still compelled to follow

If not, then there is cruel world to face
Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race
For paltry sum or gain of no significance
Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance

We live in world that is built on promises
Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses
I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality
To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality

Well, no one can claim aloofness
It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface
Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base
Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase

No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet
The ground has been made slippery and wet
There are every chance of slipping
Cry over bad fate and weeping

It may remain so for centuries to come
We may feel as if imprisoned in drum
Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world
As they have become used to and developed cold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death As An Inevibility

I am poet of words and actions
People cry over words with kind reactions
It is nice way of entering and touching heart
Human aspect and laudable visible art

Many hearts have cried so far
For their separation and losing stars
I was the one to came to their rescue
Shared grief and provided relief that was due

Many have fallen in love with my creative work
That might have fascinated them to look forward
I had sincere wish to make them happy
A wish gifted in soul by almighty

I was not at all concerned about death or afraid
But today I am helpless and laid
In the bed for the want of departure
Last heaven bound journey for sure

Doctors have confided in me
Soul may soon be heavenly bound and free
I have lost strong nerve and tended to suffer
Only close friends come and make little offer

The thought of living this world makes me weary
It causes concern and adds lots of worry
How bad and isolated I feel?
It may be creator's final wish and will

I look back and bring memory from store
What I was and sincerely looking for?
Nothing has come true so far in life
It was hell lot difference and edge as sharp as knife

I wish my end to be peaceful
In entire life I was successful
I might have come across many noble souls
I wish them peaceful life with happy calls

'You will stay comfortable with my prayers'
I received hand written letter from reader
I was moved with contents and thanked
She was all the way supporter as claim staked

What a way to feel about invisible friend!
So much deep love and regard at the time of an end
Now I am not afraid about closing an eye
I regained confidence and felt shy

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Land Of La La

You were brought up in a small town
Where everyone greeted with a morning smile
I mean the place was so free from crime
You could leave your front door open
And if your eyes were drawn from a lack of food
Or your pockets were short on cash
There was always someone close at hand
That you could always run to
You could have been a doctor
And you could have been a nurse
But these things werent good enough for you
So you decided to pack up all you own
And get a one-way ticket there
To a place where all the successful people went
In order for them to do
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, the land of la la
You get off the bus, pick up a paper
And look through the classified
So that you might find a place
Suitable for you to move into
Then you turn around to pick up the duffle bag
That you brought along
But much to your surprise you find
Your bag has taken off walking
You dig in your wallet
To get your last dime
But then recall you just spent your last dime on the newspaper
Youre much too prideful
But pride has no defense
When all youve got in your possession
Is the wallet in your hands
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
(repeat)
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, living in the land of la la
(repeat)
You might get everything you want
But not want everything you get
Being in la la land is like nowhere else
Living in the land, one hell of a land, a land full of lost angels
Movie stars and great big cars and perrier and fun all day
And thats enough to make anybody go wild
In the land of la la
Hes a big boy now, shes a strong girl
But only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Hidden Treasure

Why sea is so deep and beyond our reach?
Why everybody do not dive and catch?
The long treasured priceless items
Where as it is open for all and them

If you take sea as vast holder of knowledge
Certainly it has to be out maneuvered at its edge
You have to risk life and dive deep
There lies secret wealth under the belly and sleep

It is completely hidden in hard shells
So many wonders lye with them to tell
Not only about the origin but its vastness
How many secrets are buried there no one knows to see and face?

Same is with the knowledge and its secrets
You have to work hard and put in more efforts to get
Whole life may prove countless for attaining mastery
That is how it has been set by almighty

The efforts and labor never go in vain
Nothing is achieved without hard work or pain
It may test sweet if attained after great struggle
People say' life is useless if spent without any trouble'

Each individual has its own caliber and capacity
Not all are lucky to get whatever they want with best quality
No doubt, human being will never be satisfied
But honesty and hard labor brings in joy and hopes are not bellied

Enjoy the fruit and pass it on to others
If it is knowledge then definitely share
If it is wealth of great importance
Put it to human use at once

Wealth and fame come not by chance
It has long history of down fall and rise at once
If you successfully can ride on high waves
For anything else you may be in position to venture and dare

I salute to those who gamble and reach the shore
Life is gamble and risk has to be taken therefore
Life may give you no charm if spent aimless
Let us come out of idleness and meaningfully chase

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ain't No Nice Guy

When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite
I though about the times when I turned my back and stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all
When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure
But time went by and I was lost in what I'd found
The reasons blurred the way unsure
I thought that I was living life the only way
But as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all
In all the years you spent between your birth and death
You know there's lots of times when you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when your trip leads to a wall
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all
Hey Slasher?
When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the moons the only light
I thought about the times when I turned my back and
stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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