We have failed to care
As progressing society we have failed to care
The destitute and left over have no place to go anywhere
They have remained aloof and neglected
As fellow brethren we have never respected
They have expected no better treatment
Not good and sweet words with fine comments
Some caring words might have done miracle
They have no where to go other than their circle
We can blame only social structure
They have no secured future
It has remained so even after many centuries
For them there is no justice from juries
The orphanage receive unwelcome guests
The unwanted souls are left at the gates
Only little cry may invite some attention
This is only holy place for their retention
It is flooded day by day with no proper means
There is no proper care or even good meals
They might have to lead life which is barren
There is no love from any quarter even
What can we do to over come such state?
They can not be left to their fate
It is black spot on our social system
The evil comes out from the stem
Nice slogans are written for children
Their life is full of agony and very barren
What is their future in the hands unknown?
They are messenger of God and as such known
We do realize the shameless position for parents
It may be compulsion or very pressing event
They are put to compulsory shame
Else their might be ill fame with bad name
The state may take over the responsibility
Still it may lack amenities and basic facilities
Nothing may be made available for the paucity of funds
As no bright prospectus or future is seen as refund
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and are looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
The ladies have enough of guts to face it alone
They can withstand any pressure and remain as lone
It may not be to their liking with discomforts
Despite making honest and hard efforts
The onus of ill system is not passed on to others
As result of grave error we always suffer
Even though the opinion may slightly differ
Still as the responsible society we have so much to offer
We may not have enough of choice
The orphan kids may have no say or voice
All kinds of hell prevails and is let loose
They have no better place to go or choose
It is not easy on the part of any human being
To leave the new born in wrapped cloth ring
Not sure of reaching it in the safe hands
Still it is haunting their mind with such trends
Even animal’s care better their new born
They may do everything to save them in turn
They will not leave it to the God’s mercy
We have nothing of this sort an d feel only pity
There is at least some refuge homes for children
They are immediately attended to and taken
Under safe custody for proper care and treatment
It is critical but very proud and honorable movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
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A need to understand
A need to understand
We should be aware of what is happening around
We neglect sometimes and truth is never found
We see the things ourselves while making round
Making some gestures is only steps we find sound
Many disabled people find they want something more
We should see the reason behind and explore
They need some attention but still not enough
We need be kind with works and not look so rough
They are not sick mentally and seek attention
They are love hungry and want pet on back or mention
They look forward to you for special care
They want to know what and where they are?
Eyes rise up to see what you can offer
They are ready to forget how much they suffer?
Let us be kind enough to know their woes
Let us be real friends to them and not prove as foes
We may be doing lot of charities at home
We may often visit them and welcome
Do they really need only lip service or mere gesture?
Do they not see in our eyes their only future?
Children may sometimes wonder at our attitude?
They may not be in position to assess our gratitude
They look with pity and eagerly watch at our apathy
Is the token help that we can offer as sympathy?
They may be destitute and poor but helpless
No proper place in society and even jobless
Let us be little considerate and offer real belonging
It may last for ever and impact longing
They are part of healthy society
They are not less than any deity
We try to look generous but with scant respect
Still they want out soul to look beyond and introspect
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Children's Care
'Worry not, we are safe and alive'
Thank god world has come to relive'
To the expectation and to rescue the children
World over for nourishment and care even
Millions of children live without proper food
That basic need was not estimated or understood
Some of the parts in world still lack preliminary care
Yet many areas have been provided with cover and perform better
Many quarters claim children as an asset and future
For the countries and world at large for sure
They are the custodians and backbone life line
We expect them to take on with the task left behind
Some of the countries lack means and sources
They have no back up and solid economic base
As result, many areas go under famine belt
Basis need is understood well and genuinely felt
The birth rate is improving but not at satisfactory level
We have yet to come up fairly even with that of medical
Lot of basic drugs is to be provided free to needy
Many countries are not equipped well to cope with or are ready
Overall improvement is noticed in many countries
Lots of centers have come up with the help of missionaries
Many more organizations are stepping in with challenges
The children front is now well organized and managed
As the garden may have different kind of flowers
Not all the flowers may blossom after rainy showers
Yet we have sacred duty to see that they come up naturally
Their death ratio is reduced and should not go up unexpectedly
Let us celebrate children day as an important event
Any country may want or need overall improvement
Whether in the field of health, wealth or economic progress
The fate of the country may be reflected on children's face
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Infant Baby
Distant cry was heard from infant baby
Left at the door and seemed very hungry
Moving hands and legs in desperate try
As if to call for mummy without any cry
It was raining whole day and the night
Dark clouds were still hovering there right
Occasional thunder burst slightly frightened
The stairway was seen clear when clouds lightened
The dogs bark had nearly threatened
We rushed to the front door and hastened
The baby was wrapped up in dirty cloths
He was hardly breathing and feared death
What a pity to feel when child is left at mercy?
Beautiful flower just sent on earth by almighty?
To have freedom of life with fine and fresh air
What a treatment to be accorded and given as fair?
We were woken up with little and faint cry
New born baby was left on ground to lye
What would have been fate if was attached?
No one would have claimed later on or staked
It is noble work to take care of infants
Some times we run and manage without grants
Yet society is fully aware of their obligations
Many people adopt child and strengthen the relation
Humanity is still alive and new born are protected
Some compulsion might have forced on them to act
Even animals do not leave their new born at mercy
Keep guard and vigil all the time to keep under safety
We are sensible but sometimes behave inhuman
Why should we involve in such acts as man or woman?
Let new born take free air and live with mother
Let us not condemn act and take responsibility to solder
Even though such acts are on rise
It does not leave us with any more surprise
It is failure or savagery act when given promises
It should have been honored instead with such misses
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Children of the World #3
The children as they live today, are future
disease carriers. They have no hygiene knowledge.
AS they grow, and mature. They must be taught
proper health care. Starting with the simple
washing of their hands.
They must be taught how to care for, keep their
bodies clean to prevent diseases from occuring.
proper hygiene is a necessity.
Sex education must be taught to prevent unwanted
children. Also to curb the population explosion.
Young men, as well as the girls must learn to
become responsible adults.There must be a new mind
set about sex. It is not always about producing
children. men and women need to be taught proper
hygiene. Men taught, and provided with protection.
Women must be taught, and receive birth control
pills, or shots.
Our Bible clearly tells us, raise up your children
in the way they should go, and when they are old,
they will not depart from it.This is a lesson,
well taken all things are possible with God's help.
When these things I write about begin to happen.
New societies will begin to emerge. The Children
of the world will be prepared to face the future.
they will look for a tomorrow with anticipation
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A woman needs...
What woman really does need in life?
Merely to stay in house as wife
Carry out normal activities throughout
Should know nothing what the life all about!
Suffer throughout the life with uncertainty
Voice muffled and no respect for purity
Used as object and authorized medium for nudity
Abused and shamed on the count of plurality
You can’t have any say or particular choice
Complete observance of silence with no noise
Do they have no right to surge ahead and poise?
Can any one clear their role and help to rise?
Right from the beginning she has all the restrictions to face
She is not encouraged to have active participation in any race
She may be adored in the people’s eyes but is that sufficient?
Is it not the simple excuse or termed it as proper and convenient?
We call our selves as civilized society and belong to liberal land
Still molestation, rape, murder and so on with conniving hands
No honorable treatment or public out cry against atrocity?
For name sake some good work just to show it as publicity
What does she expect from her lover at the first?
Is that simple gesture to accept her in good trust?
Should that remain as mere spoken words with no surety?
It is must and accepted as norms of civilized society
Women needs to be raised to an honorable status
There is nothing like addition or deletion with plus or minus
They have to be there by virtue of their being in whole set up
There should be no other option or any let up
They need reassurance with full commitment
There has to be full fledged action and no comments
It has to be our endeavor to grant them what they fully deserve
Think of a world and its condition if women properly not serve
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A nudge to marry
I won’t simply marry
As you have failed to carry
You failed to make me merry
You were impossible and funny
You were feeling sorry
It was not matter for worry
I was ready and well prepared
You did not understand me and compared
“Please stop it for God’s sake”
Life is not like sweet cake
You just be serious and be awake
You don’t realize what is at stake”
It sent me nervous shock
My mouth remained dry and blocked
Thick smoke emerged and rose again
I was not in position to regain
She was furious as if river in spate
I had no proper words to state
It is easy to control the irate mob
But not sensible ladies who always sob
“I loved you so much and longed
You never came up to expectations and wronged
How was I expected to go with you long way?
When you had no definite idea or simple way? ”
I can read your words and lines
In no way our relation undermine
I am in no hurry till you decide
I must reveal all and closely confide
You may have your apprehensions and misgivings
Still we had all gestures of fine loving
I was sure of my self and made good moving
I knew there is none for me so lovely and caring
You may come and knock the door one day
I will wait for that fine moments to have say
Moon may feel shy to throw the silver ray
I will not care for anybody or attention pay
I feel like rushing towards her
She may refuse but not surrender
She had no worry for cloud’s thunder
She was weary of my committing blinder
Will she be willingly coming to terms?
Was her mind was infested with doubtful germs?
What should be done to win her over?
I have no ready made ground or fine cover
She can’t say no to our relation
Any deviation is out of question
I am for her and she is for me forever
There may be some temporary setbacks however
Prove to the world that this is holy message
There may be long duration with smooth passage
I have none to offer as mark of respect
I shall remain faithful and try to introspect
I find no reason now for her saying “no”
She may find difficult to use the word “go”
It may coincide with happiest moments
Time may come when there may be some movement
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Deep sense
Deep sense of attachment
When mother hands over with some sweet comments
That can be anything ranging from jewels
To some invaluable and pearls
Sometimes they are sweet memories linked to the past
Their life may be nearing end very fast
Time may not left in their hand
So they may need to pass it on at the end
Their tone gets emotional
Their approach too becomes rationale
All goes swiftly with their change
But after all it is routine with the age
All parents may wish the same
They may have misery in life or fame
But at the end it matters less
When hard reality are on the way to face
It might be linked with glorious heritage
Everything might have looked now old and vintage
Yet it carries sentimental value
They may want it nice burial with proper due
How emotional they become while handing over!
As something has been passed on willingly to others
It may have enormous feeling and significance
As it was cherished by them at once
I could see the tremendous satisfaction
Her eyes speak of and give indication
That it has been passed on to safe hands and place
And this gives flow on their face
Some words may not be heard at last moment
Yet we could make it from their lips movement
It may be a sense of deep fulfillment
As had waited for heavenly bless and sent
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Joint family
Joint family culture now days not found
It was ideal and was placed very sound
It has made long full circle and round
Now it has disappeared and lost ground
Is it losing its original charm and magic?
They used to provide good humor and comic
There is no immediate solution and remedy
Family remains in tension without any comedy
The economic burden is taking heavy toll
Old people find it very difficult to stroll
Limited space and mobility makes them venerable
They feel neglected and lead the life miserable
How much trouble parents face for bringing their children?
Without kids their life seems sultry and barren
Parents still go for all out efforts to over come
All difficulties they bear with happy face and welcome
The phase is reversed with change of trend
Children grow up with so much to mend
They find it difficult to continue with old
Go for immediate change with old items to be sold
Overnights the parents have become unwanted
Their presence is not liked and unwarranted
They want to have their own world with freedom
They seemed to have run out of wisdom
It is irony of fact that we have run out of courtesy
How can we forget their efforts and majesty?
Do we confine our selves to feel only pity?
Is it the only way to face the situation or reality?
Old people are sometimes pushed to the wall
They are simply shunted from home or hall
Where to go and how to live is only concern?
They tend to forget that tomorrow will be their turn
We need to think in right prospective
Their plight should be considered as subjective
We are not inhuman or live in stage primitive
Deep concern should be made and efforts to revive
We must develop sound mechanism
It should be considered best humanism
Nothing can substitute for good gesture
They are not our past but best future
They should be considered as national heritage
Why we should neglect them because of old age?
They should have all their dues and respect
We need to pay attention and introspect
They have parted everything for our betterment
We should look after out them for good treatment
We should do it as matter of self respect and pride
It should form basis and not attempted to hide
History will not pardon us if we fail on this count
You will not be at ease and heavy pressure will mount
Nothing will go well if they are made to suffer
How can we afford joy if we have nothing to offer?
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Taken as curse
Being a girl in house, it is taken as curse
Even though it is misconception of course
The house wears deserted look as decadence of gloom
There is different story to tell with hiding of face in room
Parents may be worried more
There life may be later on very sore
How much in future they will have to bear?
The life may be burdened more with fears
The son is taken as future life line
He may look after well and feel them fine
He may be by the side when they dine
They will have no idea when will be sidelined?
Real maltreatment to girl child
Members look hostile and not remain mild
Male member cleared favored
Girl child scolded and bored
The facts remain entirely different
This fact is seen and very apparent
Girls do care more about family
The sons discard them very easily
Today girls have come off very strongly
They are praiseworthy and lead very happily
Today girls are no more curses
They stand for future with very good promises
No need to scream or make false alarm
Girls are equally conscious and very warm
They do and perform what is really expected
They must find place and positively responded
You should feel very proud
This can be reiterated or spoken very loud
Girls are heritage and spinning wheel
World can move on with strong will
They are strong pillars of society
No one should feel shame or pity
They are equally competent and responsive
Only they should not be harassed or made submissive
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As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
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You Left It Up To Me
When I let you go
I cursed myself with empty hands
Strong enough to watch you walk
But not enough to understand
With spiteful eyes you burn for my grace
I was trying to stand outside of this
You were trying to save face
You can say that I dont care
I dont care
You can hope that we still
Have something left to share
But just between you baby and me
Just between me baby and you
Theres nothing there
I finally found someone I can hold
You ask me to defend myself
As if I shouldnt be so bold well
Get that look off of your face
I dont have the time
You dont have the place
To say that I dont care
I dont care
To hope that we still
Have something left to share
And just between me baby and you
Just between you baby and me
Theres nothing there
Baby what are you gonna do
I cant salvage any truth for you
Everybody else already knows
It hurts you to realize
So leave well enough
Enough alone
And you dont need my hands
To help you understand
You dont need to hear my voice
(you have no choice)
So dont be throwing stones
The closer we get
The harder they come
Now even if your feeling alone
Dont come home
Cause when it was up to you
When it was up to you
You left it up to me
Oh you left
Oh you left
Oh you left it up to me
When it was up to you
You left it up to me
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
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I Don't Care Anymore
Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
So drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore. (I don't care)
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.
'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore. (they don't care)
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
Well, I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
'Cos ev'ry day (everyday)
I'm feeling fine with myself (I'm feeling fine with myself)
And I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
Hey I'll do alright by myself (I'll be alright by myself)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care anymore
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos ya held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore
Did you hear? I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.
We won't be there any more
So get out of our way.
Let us by
We got better things to do with our time
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care
We don't care
We don't care (anymore)
We don't care
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A living dead
I am considered as living dead
No desire to be assertive and in position to lead
I am moving in public and looked healthy
I am in strong position and considered wealthy too
I have stable position and earned good fame
I don’t know how but any how it came
I made it easy by remaining aloof
Any one can see it as clear proof
Yes deserve to be good human being
You should be determined and willing
Nothing can prevent you for doing so
If whole heartily you prefer and go
What is use of leading an aimless venture?
If it has no energetic thrust for future
Something has got to be done for its success
Life should be like an open page and allow the access
If in life if you have something to offer
People may accept it gladly and not differ
It is how you present your self in their eyes
There won’t be left any if, buts and why
I lacked complete will to usher in open domain
It wasn’t my way of doing and exclusively remains
A stigma or tendency to be away on selfish ground
A parallel which can never be easily understood or found
I am taking fresh air but leave it with pollution
Rudderless direction sans a strong resolution
Not willing to offer any thing of kind gesture
Have nourished nothing of that sort for sure
I shall continue to live in uncertainty
I have failed to understand its complete utility
I am no less than any selfish creature
I still live out of harmony for the future
There may be many more that may be same
I feel no guilty for being and feel the shame
I feel the purpose of being in this world as different
All my moves lead to the direction and seen as apparent
I shall see it as no draw back
As I consider myself very frank
It is great things to admit the lapses
With my being as exception nothing is going to collapse
Someone one may come forward and fulfill the mission
I consider it as greatest asset if you openly go for its admission
Not all the persons can deliver heroic performance
One look inwardly and have little glance
Life is glorious mission to be lively fully
I full realize it but can’t participate wholly
I have countless flaws and fears within
How far I can survive and long remains to be seen?
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Mom, I still cry on this day
Stars twinkle and shine in sky?
I sit motionless and often ask, why?
Many years have passed since you had left,
Great unfilled vacuum you left behind and kept,
No place or corner I find safe to cry
That is why I hide the face and feel very shy
Heart is filled with grief and throat is choked
Memories do come and surface as seen in thick smoke
I realize today what the today’s mother think
Slight trouble for children makes her sink
Awake the whole night without eyes to wink
Eyes speak with worries and make no blink
No hard feelings at heart and no bargaining
Dedication and love for others is for not for gaining,
Care and intense love is seen even in raining
So much stress leaves her under intense paining
Whole life “Mom” remains totally devoted
Ideas to desert us any time is never floated
Bitterness in sweet words is never coated
Upset in life never makes her irritated
With meager income and limited sources
She is facing starvation as new danger forces
Still no sadness on her part and expression of any remorse
She does it only for the future and happiness of course
I may not dwell at length what all she did
I have no words to speak or to take lead
You were towering strength created impact deep and wide
As waves in water slowly rise and fall with tide
I wish you could for some more times would have been here
you were for me like high sky with powerful presence there,
I search today for you but find you in no place
Is there any other way for others to make you replace?
No one can take your position and lead,
not a similar composition like you as head,
I sit helplessly and cry to see you today;
I wait and watch for your arrival everyday
Why there is no parallel for your position
Ay derogatory remark for you is out of question
You are the only one to be considered as next to God
You are praised and prayed with same spirit to Lord
I am visibly moved today as felt your absence so much
You were everything and brought me to the position of such
Who else could do so much for my upkeep with care?
It was you only mom who stood by me and was always there
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dog saved child
I bow my head to faithful animal
Who saved a new born girl child on arrival?
Left in isolated place to be claimed by none
Only pigs and vultures were waiting for it alone
Little dog heard the infant’s voice
Rushed to the scene without any choice
The child was moving the legs
There was nothing on her such as name tag
Totally left in wilderness at god’s mercy
Not by any human but dog felt pity
Raised alarm by barking loud
People in near by huts were sleeping sound
She must be by now few minutes old
Her parents may really be stone hearted and bold
The child was deserted and left at her fate
There are no enough words to state
People rushed to the site
It was about to be day light
What a lovely child to look at?
Waiting to meet the cruel fate!
The child was wrapped in dirty rag
Even though was a healthy and moving leg
Real credit was earned by a faithful dog
The child could have been eaten away in fog
Some of the acts are always appreciated
They deserved to be highlighted and narrated
It gives shining example of what should have been done
If not done then what precaution should have been taken
Her parents may be brave one
Even if for unmarried girl this act should not have been done
It is life granted by almighty, the creator
We are here to look after and act as care taker
Any human being may feel good
Animals otherwise are hungry for food
The great damage would have been done to child
Thank god she was taken to near by hospital and saved
*The story was published in one of daily newspaper here* worth taking note of *
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tis a Selfish World Mostly
Who can deny the fact that we live in
A selfish world generally, to the core?
This is the all-pervading common sin
That can be found in homes most, door to door!
All persons want the best in life always,
And do not care about the next at all;
Most want to pass just care-free, risk-free days,
Appearing deaf to conscience's clarion call!
Most mothers want to choose the child that's born,
Aborting ones they feel are ‘unwanted';
Sex is a shameless game from dusk to dawn;
Most live a stupid life almost haunted!
‘Pro-choice' mothers say, ‘children have no rights! '
And more so, when it comes to unborn child;
Selfishness rules the roost most days and nights,
While realizing dreams that turn so wild!
This tendency prevails all through their lives,
But senescence puts them in piteous state;
For money's sake, most homes become bee-hives,
And heinous crimes and vice become a spate!
Even the Maker is forgotten fast,
As selfishness fills body, mind and heart;
And very soon, virtues turn things of past,
As life becomes a shameful, sinful cart!
Ev'n marriage is unspared right from the start;
One's freedom infringes upon the next;
Mal-adjustments stay until they depart,
And life's puzzle leaves all utterly vexed!
Selfishness finds its way in every age,
And no one can take steps to mitigate;
Defeated fully in the wars they wage,
Most people finally call it their ‘fate! '
This world can't be a better place this way,
Till all mankind gives up its selfish ways!
Will God usher a better, newer day?
Man is the real culprit/cause always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-7-12
poem by John Celes
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Wild Whale
I was eager but not desperate
It was all about me to relate
I was getting into youth
This was only new truth
There was hunt for new bride
I was not at all consulted even slight
They thought it not appropriate or right
As I was still flying the kite
Such type of age never comes again in life time
In different countries same may not be the problem sometimes
Yet it is drawing some special attention
One is really trying to disclose but can’t mention
You won’t know the dilemma until you are really in
That may be altogether different experience and scene
You may be dreaming about your future partner
And this thing is likely to take place in near future
Something wonderful takes place at right time and place
Some one else may enter your life and win the race
Everybody may wish the happiness at the turn of event
Lots of blessings in turn with sugar coated comments
I was not to be blessed with such and unique case
I was dreaming someone else and making chase
She was unaware of move and remained silent
I bought some nice rose flowers and in morning sent
What was change I really contemplated?
Move to be considered as unfortunate and ill fated
Nothing of that sort took place or ever happened
For roses for one rose along with message was returned
“I shall hold your hand for ever” read the nice inscription
“I shall never desert or go away” it promised for redemption
I reassured myself that it was not a day dream
She wanted in face to walk with me in arm
Well it ended nicely as fairy’s tale
She was to venture in my sea as wild whale
Sometimes to hit with tales and sometimes with head
But ultimately it was nice life to dr3am about and lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Children
Why is it
That we
Have
Children?
Is it the
Years of
Grooming
And social
Conditioning
That wants to
Make mothers
Of women and
Fathers of men?
Is it the woman’s
Way of proving
That she’s not
Barren?
Is it the man’s
Way of flaunting
That he’s virile
Enough to have
Children?
Why do we
Look with
Suspicious
Eyes -
At childless
Couples, as if
Something is
Terribly wrong
With them?
Even if they don’t
Want to, they have to
Produce children,
To avoid the
Stigma of being
Labelled as
“Infertile, Impotent
And Barren.”
Why does
Society
Dictate
Our choice
Of becoming
Parents?
My Advice:
Be mentally,
Physically and
Financially
Prepared
To have a
Baby,
As it’s not
A nine months’
Adventure, but
A lifetime responsibility.
Don’t just have a child
To please the whims and
Fancies of this biased society.
(Poem themed on Parenthood)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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