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To live with dishonor

She has to live with dishonor
It is to her not less than tremor
Shakes full earth beneath
But she has to make it beautiful like earth

What a smile or what a style!
She has to live for meanwhile
Life can be little short of expectation
But has to pull on with sacred relation

Who may not want her to be happy?
She has sheltered and protected many
We are all grateful to her majesty
Full devotion with complete honesty

I see whole world in her vision
She has no hesitation or little confusion
She is clear in her modest approach
We may blame her or condemn as such

I shall bow my head in her honor
She is practical and not dreamer
She may guide us in any of her stage
We may come off like child, youth or in any age

God has given her kind heart
To bear any burden with art
She may not disclose to any one
Even if some one is dear and special one

My hats off to such wonderful creature
How would I hold her hand and reassure?
She is yellow gold metal and indisputably pure
One must only think about her and make sure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Your Eyes

Lost in your eyes
Despite controlled try
No use as I felt shy
Asked many times, why?

Why should there be any pull?
When heart feels very much full
When she has committed in yes
I should only look at your face

You have now gone into hiding
I am left behind for only kidding
I shall still be happy and smiling
When you may come back as willing

It is wonderful too look at
Think of future and vision to set
Dream about what the shape will be of relation
Now itself that joy gives me clear indication

I love not, to be hated person
I am sweet in that sense with so many reasons
She must assert her self for on ward journey
Yet it needs luck and blessings from almighty

Should I dare to ask you for hand?
I shall act less as companion and more as friend
You will find the difference in real
As I have nothing to conceal

I look at your eyes and simply go blank
They are powerful enough to make me sink
I read fearless expression for full commitment
I am for it and have no regret or resentment

Come to me and say with full sentence
I want to hear it closely and at once
You have tact and art to disclose with no fear
I am ready for it to absorb shock and bear

Shall love to swim and sink together
As it will leave no room to bother
I am free bird and want of natural nest
You weave and prepare it for our best

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At outside world

Imagine the world outside
Spread over horizons very wide
You need some one to confide
There may be variation in opinion slide

The world has got complete lien
It was truthful and not alien
What was needed a desired trust
One has to make move with concerted thrust

The world has remained so far very beautiful
Full of excitement and resourceful
It has never denied any one at any place
We are feeling unhappy for mad race

Who has to make happy place to live in?
Why al the enjoyment must be seen in only win?
Is there no joy in loosing the game?
What is there to feel so much shame?

It is how we make or believe?
We are here to peacefully live
There is no such hard and fast approach
You make the way clear but don’t encroach

No one will cross your way
They may prefer to stay away
You also try to be at fine level
There is so much to fare well and excel

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Zannat...heaven

Zannat* here, hell here, life here
With joy and happiness to be spent dear
Why to cry and resent for bad luck?
Why to lament and curse when simply struck?

My zannat* is at home
Stands at door and welcome
Ushers me inside and offers comfort
I have reached the bay with her support

She is not only beautiful
But kind at heart and successful
In her work she is really wonderful
With out I could have been zero or half full

I speak nothing in her praise
But gracefully acknowledge on face
"I would have been no where dear"
I live with happiness without any fear

When you are around
Joy and happiness is found
Moon and stars may shine in their place
I have nothing look at you and chase

My universe is here
I do nothing which may cause her to shed tear
Yet sometimes I loose sight of vision
That leads to some bitterness and confusion

I have no regret being ordinary man
She is no less than heavenly woman
What has she gained from me as her man?
I think and probably no answer she can

It will be too much if I say some more words
But it will be ungrateful of me if my words are not heard
I may not say plainly on her face acknowledge
She is always there in my sacred heart temple as inscribed page

She has never uttered a word in desperation
Maintained all time calm with beautiful relation
All women are same with gifted heart
Only we need to develop vision and see it as heavenly art

* Zannat…. heaven

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The World Is Full Of Angry Young Men

Gone are the days,
When hate filled my heart,
I feel now I am a happy man,
I laugh now at values that I had.
All through my youth,
I was shouting and no one would hear.
Blind to the ways,
Of the people who now I hold dear.
Its loud and clear.
The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
An ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.
There was a time,
When I fought the worldm
I see now,
It was just an actors stage.
I see clear,
The colours through the haze.
As time goes on,
Your opinion will change like the weather.
Things that you said,
Now seem small,
They just dont seem to matter,
I learned for the better.
The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
And an ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.
There was a time I was lost in the dark,
I ran a race I didnt know where to start.
Now Ive changed my ways,
Seeing better days,
Im turning my world upside down.
The world is full of angry young men,
Chip on the shoulder,
And an ideal in their head.
The world is full of angry young men,
Who think life owes them something,
But you only get out what goes in.
Angry young men,
What you put in is what you get out.

song performed by by Xtc
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A Country Is Known

A country is not known by the rich heritage it holds
Not by a unique position it holds among countries of worlds
Not be the freedom or liberty they enjoy in real senses
But by the honor and pride it accords to the females

Love, sex and other things emerge along with the advancement of an age
It grows further with the refinement and progressive society in phase
Yet its basic outlook does not change for ladies at any stage
She has to face all hurdles, bear agony and create history on page

Have they not done enough for the mankind and country at large?
Have they not come forward for all steps to refine and purge?
They have been pioneer in all the struggles regardless of gender
Still nothing appeals us for recognition and facts stand only bare

Let us place her on top of our set up and pay due regard
Prepare a plan for comprehensive growth and look forward
They need not be used as sex symbol only for gradation
There has to be complete overhaul and thinking up gradation

You pick up any of her stage and compare with male
They may outclass male counterpart and surely fail
They have some sense to make things in proper order
Males sometimes pay scant respect and freely ponder

Let each stage play its natural role in total development
No rape, murder, discrimination or insult in any movement
What have they not given to us and protected
Even at the cost of shame and dishonor aggressively acted

Let this article be ear marked as great honor or tribute
Their involvement at any stage has helped to attribute
We have raised our head all the times with their devotion
Life has run into smooth weather with complete motion

We have experienced their greatness in mother
Life had been made as garden with sisters and brothers
This is how country has come into being as large entity
She had been at the centre of all with strength and capabilities

Full marks to her devotion, dedication and motherly attitude
We have been slight short of showing little gratitude
We remembered and cried only when she was not among
Or shed some tears when some thing was actually going wrong

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple from distance

Simple from distance

We are happy and married couple
Held hand with trust to face all the troubles
Never to leave bond under any circumstances
As life had made us one by God and not by chance

Life seemed simple from distance
We hoped to sail through at once
Vowed not to mind and look at lapses
There may be many errors with full of misses

I looked at iron ups and down image of grill and understood the message
Life was meant to be a struggle with no smooth passage
Husband and wife was to face formidable challenges
Despite known ups and own in coming age

I held his hand tight and measured length
It was to be long and long horizon of earth
Quite illusive with deceptive appearance
We got to face and live with its presence

We smiled at each other and got on with good started
Life is definitely a big task with beautiful art
Even though heard about it from friends and relatives
We were firm in our stand and very selective

I reassured him from my side and promised
Life was knows to us and never surprised
Some of the things were bound to happen
Whether accepted with smile or pain even

I look forward towards sky and its family
How do they spend their time happily?
If they have romantic life with magic pull
Why can't we make life lovely and beautiful?

We are new to such magnificent start
Now I have become somebody's inseparable part
It must be my Endeavour to be faithful
As is the guiding stone to make it successful

I smile with full satisfaction
As it has added new dimension to the relation
We are only emissary of almighty to prove
That life is given to us to remain steady and move

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everything To Me

She is everything to me
Angel, mother, sister and like fruit laden tree
I take refuge in home everyday
But peace of mind only when she stands on the way

'Oh! You are cursed dear friend' friends may utter
'As your happy life may soon end' I look a them and sare
They saw misfortune in the birth of baby girl
It was now me who felt it as good turn

I wondered at their silly arguments
Was it real cause to feel and resent?
Why was her birth connected with misfortune?
I failed to understand their logic and tune

When I am fully satisfied with His arrangement
Why such out cry at all on earth with His adjustment?
Either it is with divine mission or assigned with separate role
There is no discrimination or distinction for their call

Why females have special role to play?
Why have we not given any importance or say?
She is the only living creature that god had preferred
To find safe refuge in her womb and not to suffer

I have given clarity and may do so in future too
The daughters are specially sent and it is true
They have passion, compassion and kind heart
For all of us to enjoy her association as an art

We know for sure that it is women alone
That have stood for all values and almost done
Earned recognition and fame along with devotion
So we bow our head in any of the relation

Let them come on earth without any hindrances
It is their legitimate right to live as sacred chance
Life is considered precious and they can perform better
We got to realize this fact sooner or later

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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‘Happy Birthday, Dear Diana! ’

Your birthday makes you one year older, child!
Be happy that you know the world that’s wild;
Let knowledge make you wiser by the day;
Let truth and perseverance guide your way!

A lot of things good can be done on earth;
There is no time to fret or fume since birth;
Just do your duty and God does the rest;
Live with the hope that you can do your best!

Mere human toil can’t bring success in life;
Great patience works as balm amidst our strife;
The morrow will take care of itself dear;
Live for this day and spend life without fear!

‘Wish you a Happy Birthday, Dear Diana! ’

poem by John Celes
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Smile

Life may not stop for a while
If you walk with me for an extra mile
Sweet talk with fragrance and smile
Unique and gorgeous with different style

It leads me to believe in different way
Can beautiful smile shine the ray?
Can this not help us to usher in peace?
Lead life peacefully without unrest and at ease

Smile can make thousands of flowers to boom
As children roar with laughter in room
It is precious gift from the God to us
Grab the opportunity before you miss the bus

Big empires were saved from disintegration
Queen’s beautiful smile facilitated amalgamation
Saved from so much from bloodshed and annihilation
Smile has got direct bearing on life with relation

One beautiful smile can make person to think twice
Bachelors may dream it with desire before demise
Killer’s heart can be changed with kind smile
Without any change secrets will remain only in file

Let whole world benefit out of it
Hope and expectations emerge and lamp is lit
If thousand of lives can be spared with simple reason?
Then why do we need autumn and spring season?

Why smile plays important and crucial role?
It doesn’t sever the relation or make hole
We should strive hard to follow and maintain
Can peace message be spread and hatred contained?

Life may be hell if you live with stress
Good smile may force you to confess
It can lead to happy union with purpose
If smile is offered with beautiful rose

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real mother

Who else can be better?
Than the real mother
Thousands of words may fail to describe
She remains at heart fully inscribed

It is lovely to dream about her and honor
She has spent complete life for minors
What else she might be in her mind?
She may struggle later for us to find

We may have our own family
All her tales may look silly
We may pay little or no attention
She may never mind or make mention

That is her asset and greatness
That glory and brightness is seen on face
Who on earth and heaven can compete with her?
Even if something is to be offered then offer only prayer

No amount of compensation can pay her debt
Her honor and pride is higher and always kept
What we all did to her is mater of shame
No use when later on you realize and blame

She won’t come back from heaven to look after
All her greatness may be realized later
In poverty or richness she is all the same
No one knows where from the divinity came?

Even great souls have prayed and showered the roses
Touched the feet and offers emotional kisses
What all these gestures show or speak
Her position is supreme and not weak

I will certainly bow my head to her greatness
No creature on earth deserves honor and praise
Oh, mother you are sacred than all on earth
You are remembered life long even after death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happy Earthday

today i planted
a tree
in honor of the earth

my tree can make it green
someday.

i thank the earth
for the place i live
the water i drink
the sea i sail and swim
i thank the earth for
everything good that is
happening

happy earth day
long live the earth!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only Link

I dreamed about beautiful love and association
That was mushrooming along with smooth relation
She was dreaming the same way as I was
We were smiling at each other without making a pause

'Not bad idea at all' she responded
As she thought we have to think of later how to be depended
If we have little kind in home
How will it look like when we welcome?

'Only from you' as love's symbol
She was making very sweet and magnetic call
I was dreaming too to fall in her line
She was making all that beautiful with smile

Since many days we were meeting in silence
It was magnificent attachment with love parlance
I wanted to have her reflection in child
Brilliant, intelligent, beautiful and kind

It was never thought this before
I just search only beauty and adored
Look at her face and saw cuts and features
It was so much for me to look at and be sure

We are under tree and enjoying happy moments
Many a times it has been felt as divine movement
She may hold hand and reassure me of coming days
Death can't be that cruel to take me away

Child is the only link that binds us together
When we hear cry or smile, it makes us free to bother
I dream same for my rest of the days and enjoy
She is there always ready to provide me complete joy

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Live It Up

Live it up, and let it go
Your time is up before you know
In a world full of wonder
Dont let your troubles pull you under
Youre telling me your life is tough
And what you need is stronger stuff
Well you can live under sedation
Or get up and cause an overnight sensation
Woah, live it up
Life is what you make it
Woah, live it up
Its right there for you to take it
You sit and watch your mtv
You dream away in a fantasy
If you dont dig the situation
Then get a guitar and rock the nation
You cant hold back once you light the fuse
And if it feels alright, then let it roll
You got nothin to lose
Woah, live it up
Life is what you make it
Woah, live it up
Its right there for you to take it

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Your Views

I am supportive of your views
But that does not give proper dues
Standing out in thunderstorms
Yet remains unaffected and warm

Struck many times by lightening
Yet his talks are heartening
He dies several times
But come out alive every times

As an imaginative personality
He has to live by all the qualities
Weep along with lovers to express inabilities
And laugh with children along with activities

Always deep in thoughts and away from world
No love from family and relation almost cold
Only camping at dream land and on vast sea
Looking at fruits coming up on the tree

Finds love in and around at every object
Finds god’s creation in every season with act
Lies low with no profile and ventures in unknown land
Where no foes live but all gentleman and friends

God has given him beautiful heart
To see and describe heavenly art
Make it known to others and feel inseparable part
If not done earlier then have a bold and fresh start

Such a beautiful soul still exist on this earth
He sees complete harmony and love in death
It is divine process that goes on as per schedule
There is no need to add agony, pain and fuel

It is lovely link and can be seen in his creation
Where only beautiful existence is relation
Makes us to feel about next world in general
Why not do something unique before making farewell

Simply hats off to his living and ideal thoughts
Something to come over after bitterly fought
To look towards a beautiful world to live
Make others comfortable and inspire to believe

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tension Free

If I am not a mother
Then what is left behind either
If all members leave me free
I shall be called as barren tree

Live in your world
But feel no cold
You are one as single entity
But live with all as family

You are affectionate
Can freely relate
About relation
And of any question

It is human nature
No one is sure
Who will leave first!
Who will take care of you and trust?

Build healthy relation
So remains no hesitation
You are of your own
The status is well known

No one is perfect
That may be reflected in act
But there is chance to improve
Only you have to cautiously move

Some one may guide
But you have to decide
What course you may adopt?
What will be then scope?

Trust some one you believe
Try to avoid burden and relieve
It is good to be tension free
Live as happy one when sit under tree

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not Just a Better Half

(A tribute to my god given life partner)

She's my love, she's my life
So dear to me, she's my wife
Life we have to live this world
Is full of joy and bliss all bold.

Mirror she is, I see myself
Solace in her I find when down
Mentor to me, I learn all time
Happy am I, she's born to me.

Chores she does, chorus we sing
Duo's we do all work with fun
I pass my arms then through her hair
Care she feels from me all while.

Home we built, a fortress it is
Base that’s firm on love so true
Family that prays together all way
Life its full that’s heaven on earth.

Me myself, in her heart I found
Not just my half but all my full
Life would never have been so full
Had never she spent this life with me.

poem by Dr Anish Mathew John
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Son

He hurried away, young heart of joy, under our Devon sky!
And I watched him go, my beautiful boy, and a weary woman was I.
For my hair is grey, and his was gold; he'd the best of his life to live;
And I'd loved him so, and I'm old, I'm old; and he's all I had to give.

Ah yes, he was proud and swift and gay, but oh how my eyes were dim!
With the sun in his heart he went away, but he took the sun with him.
For look! How the leaves are falling now, and the winter won't be long. . . .
Oh boy, my boy with the sunny brow, and the lips of love and of song!

How we used to sit at the day's sweet end, we two by the firelight's gleam,
And we'd drift to the Valley of Let's Pretend, on the beautiful river of Dream.
Oh dear little heart! All wealth untold would I gladly, gladly pay
Could I just for a moment closely hold that golden head to my grey.

For I gaze in the fire, and I'm seeing there a child, and he waves to me;
And I run and I hold him up in the air, and he laughs and shouts with glee;
A little bundle of love and mirth, crying: "Come, Mumsie dear!"
Ah me! If he called from the ends of the earth I know that my heart would hear.

Yet the thought comes thrilling through all my pain: how worthier could he die?
Yea, a loss like that is a glorious gain, and pitiful proud am I.
For Peace must be bought with blood and tears, and the boys of our hearts must pay;
And so in our joy of the after-years, let us bless them every day.

And though I know there's a hasty grave with a poor little cross at its head,
And the gold of his youth he so gladly gave, yet to me he'll never be dead.
And the sun in my Devon lane will be gay, and my boy will be with me still,
So I'm finding the heart to smile and say: "Oh God, if it be Thy Will!"

poem by Robert William Service
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A Call To The World

There is an aim
I vie to achieve
there is a dream
I die to live...

A world free from terror
a world without sobs
a world free from hunger
a world full of jobs...

A planet free from drugs
a planet without crimes
a planet free from thugs
a planet full of rhymes....

An earth free from pollution
an earth without wars
an earth free from racism
an earth full of stars...

Lets get together and work
to make a society just
to create an aura of trust
And yes, its a Must....

poem by Prashant Shaurya
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Being with you

I wish I could be in your arms forever
You make me so happy when were together
You always say I’m beautiful
If I am feeling low you make me feel wonderful
I like the way you make me feel
I know this feeling is real
You don't hurt me with insults the way they did
You don't talk to me like I’m some dumb little kid
I like you so much it makes my head spin
With every smile you pull me in
You're the best I've ever had
Having you in my life makes me glad
I wouldn't leave you to save the world
I am glad to have you call me your girl
You are my world you are my everything
You make my knees weak you make my heart sing
I am overwhelmed with a blissful joy
I know that you are and will stay my boy

poem by Jean Pullman
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Not To Mention

I don't know why it occurred
I just looked at the sky and murmured
I took little sand from the ground and whispered
Put over head and silently uttered

'You were all along my inspiration'
I used to tell her when was at high peak with relation
She will smile and offer no words
But yes she remained my world

I lived beautiful moments in her company
She was never known to so many
Except me and few more to whom I knew
She was indeed exceptional creature to view

Very liberal, innocent and kind at heart
She was on earth as beautiful art
A rare combination of beauty with intelligence
I used to take pride in her presence

'You will miss me so much one day'
She woke me up from deep sleep to say
Will it happen in days to come?
I was sore at thought and did not welcome

Things have moved rapidly
I hardly remember it vividly
She is no more with me today
But she has shown me the way

I wish to write words from my heart
I take pen in hand and make good start
Comparing her to that of moon
But rub and over write something soon

She can't be put in exact words with imagination
She is holding my hand for not to make any revelation
'We are not for people's fancy and cruel joke'
She may suddenly come before eyes and disappear in smoke

'Yes you are absolutely right'
My tearful eyes may try to see the light
She will make no move to go away
I have found her in me but not to mention in any way

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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