We won't
We won’t follow you as your ideas are obsolete
There will be set back and rout will be complete
We will not admire and prefer it to delete
They are outdated and totally incomplete
It will not lead to result or any success
Rudderless direction and nothing to access
No bearing on present day development
Sophistication in thinking and in equipment
We can’t look back centuries old
Country might have been fertile and full of gold
Things in abundance and plenty of things openly sold
It is only tale in books as stories are told
Some disgruntled young men may continue to think
Ponder over issues and curelessly blink
No courage to face the task and simply sink
Pale faces with no sign of cheeks rose pink
It is sign of weakness and needs to be changed
With fewer efforts they want it to be arranged
There is no clash of old class or new thoughts
Neither it is war of attrition nor fruitlessly fought
Life must move on with continuous improvement
Structural changes with new ideas and movements
It is how we mix old and coupled with the new
Vigorous efforts to have constant changes and renew
There is no clash of views or war of attrition
There is not going to be a spark with ignition
It will definitely lead to some lacuna or deficiency
Something may be missing imperfect efficiency
Some threads from old coupled with new ideas
Will lead to perfection even if some drawback was
No one should term old as altogether as discard
Even new will need some shine to get a reward
Well, it is not old, new or outdated
It is how one evinces interest and remains updated
Utilization of old with new technique may create wonder
It may have to be seen how others see and ponder
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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These are ideas. I could say that they just came to me, but it would be more accurate to say that I went to them. Ideas - and new connections between ideas - lead you away from commonly held perceptions of reality. Ideas lead you out here. Ideas lead you into the darkness.
Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
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All dreams not come true###(in 500)
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
But with true reflection in mind
Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
though may not be the nature too so kind
Dreaming in day time is not at all good
Good thoughts and efforts work as food
Earnest efforts to come out of wood
Failure may stun and you loose the hope
Still not difficult to walk on tight rope
It is not bad to dream for high sky
Speak always truth and do not lie
You may not have wings to fly
Still nothing wrong to work and try
No need to think or needlessly cry
You must have third sense to rise
All acts should be sensible and wise
Rise and fall is part of the game
Goal and ideas you must frame
No use trying luck or fate to blame
What ever you do must be with resolve?
Take full blame and never try to absolve
Put in best efforts to come out and solve
Full dedication and make everybody to involve
Try to mix with all as soluble dissolve
Despite put in best efforts it may not materialize
Failure may be sure but we may not visualize
All draw backs reasons before us but can’t analyze
Complete system may run into trouble and paralyze
Still strive very hard to see the reason and synchronize
Complete days routine and reflections of day’s thoughts
In night, thoughts clash and hard won battles are fought
Freedom and joy sincerely thought and brought
Stealing in day time but not easily caught
Simply night dreaming when lying in the cot
Continue to seek solution in dream,
Energy not focused but travel in beam
Try very hard and work as team,
Good efforts in direction but not as power game
Not letting any opportunity with excuses lame
So I find easy way to seek refuge in night
Lie low and have good say without light
more and more attention I try to pay
Always hope to find way in form of ray
washing shores with water at feet of bay.
Life doesn’t end with setting of day
Sun may rise again with bright ray
Your hopes may be high and tall
Vast horizon may lie open for all
Try for success without any fall
Come what may be the slogan
Life and opportunities may begun
Nothing to loose with worth attempt
Sometimes you may gain with action prompt
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Missed opportunities
Once opportunity missed means gone out of hand
Work remains undone as promised by friend
They are all missed and gone forever,
Will not come back again and lost for ever
Have you ever tried for bright carrier and success?
Constant thrust and work without any recess,
New avenues, areas and seeking complete access,
With calculated move without making excess,
Perfect seeding with good and honest intention
Sides all secured with full prevention,
Zeal coupled with enthusiasm for bright future,
Taking utmost care for ideas to nurture,
Never suffered a set back or even failure
Plugging all loop holes and making it sure
If today is missed then let it not tomorrow,
Happiness and joy on face not reflecting sorrow,
One step forward with two steps backward,
Journey should go on with aim forward,
No hurdles should block or make us to leave
Always look beyond………………….
Believe in self and work with own hands,
Never put blind faith even in friends,
May be not good but prove at the end,
Sufferings to be undergone with simple amends,
Today's work may not pave the way,
Bright future should have complete say,
Friends brought near and foe kept away,
Success to wed and failure not in pray,
There is no use crying over split milk,
If cotton is in store then why cry for silk?
Only concerted efforts with dedicated approach,
Why we need advice and lessons from coach?
Have a sense of good humour for good or bad,
Not to laugh at success and at failure not sad,
Uniform dealing at matters with determined will,
Success may lie at your feet but destiny not still
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enough of liberty
I have taken enough of liberty
Even though I was always blessed by almighty
I could trust little less and worry more
Life was proving difficult therefore
We always term life as precious
But do nothing to move in one direction continuous
Create doubts and leave the efforts in between
Such an apathy is not understood or seen
When you trust Him and surrender?
You have no other choice than to wonder
He is in every living or non living object
Taking whole responsibility for any for the acts
We are living on borrowed space
We have only identity as dark face
It is as blank as any other object
People may love it or simply reject
We have evil mind to wonder
Force us unnecessarily to think over and ponder
When it is known that life is like bubble?
Why life should be made mystery or puzzle?
If we take the body as simple medium or symbol
There should be no difficulty in scaling the wall
There will definitely be the solution on other side
You got to believe Him and positively decide
There is no let up from His side if you have honesty
Every step should be taken in anticipation and not as hasty
Even if result remains unknown for some reasons
You have every reason to feel elated as happy person
There is no count down or dead line
Carry on so long you feel o.k. and fine
No one on earth can help if you are running out of favor
But still take on it as lovely moment with honor
No one knows the exact reason for our continuity
It is useless to point out or term it as futility
Life has every message in it to read and follow
If tide is not in your favor the n prefer to lie low
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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How poems emerge
When passion gets settled down
Gives birth of poem and of its own
It is expression from the heart
You can term it real feeing and art
What are we discussing today?
About poor test and forceful way
What poets are writing today and chase?
Few short lines for readers to guess
First of all it has nothing to do with poems
Nothing comes in head as pure and nice themes
And even if it comes then it is very vague
All threads are to be tied and traced
It will be unnatural to think of breeze in afternoon
No ideas may creep in mind and supplement soon
When I start thinking of hot after noon
Then there may appear cool evening with bright moon
I shall observe each cool nights with changing horizon
Movement of stars and diminishing their shine for moon
I may think of giving more weightage to shining object
Thus reducing the importance of stars of their brave act
Well, poems are all about this struggle
They simply not come without trouble
They will openly clash with set themes
All earlier ideas may be lost or put into flames
I may not give up that easily for simple reason
It is natural law and so change the seasons
Why should I not change the theme from time to time?
It may click and help for the race sometimes
I have made several pages of rough preparation
They have fairly come to the help in relation
I thought poetry is not all about writing on pages
It is out come of natural thoughts coming with age
Thoughts must travel with speed of light
It must bring back all ideas in sight
Then it must flow in orderly manner at one go
In same manner as calm waters of river naturally flow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Unhappy Ending
Tears subsiding
Michael lifts
A gun up to his head
Sorry for the part he played
And many many dead
As he pulls the trigger,
And he feels the hammer fall
His mind goes back a year ago
And he remembers us all
And how we loved him
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
She said she'd been with other men
But that was long ago
Long before she fell in love with him
He ought to know
He could not believe her
He told her to her face
And took on with another girl
Put maggie in disgrace
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
But when they found they found her dying
He realized what he done
She died because he blamed her
For things she'd never done
A loud explosion rocks the air
And things go cry in shame
As the gun hurls out the shell
It crashes through his brain
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
Oh (lead me on)
Lord lead me on
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Poet's Heart
A poem is like a wild rose
Your ideas bloom into something as it grows
Some your ideas flow clear and beautiful like a song
And sometimes those thoughts turn into sadness about things that go wrong
But the most important things to remember is where those ideas start.
And that is from a Poet's Heart
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Certain Accuracy
Technology
Inventions that shine
Only hope and thoughts that reflects in our minds
Manmade machineries
Futuristic and advanced devices
Trying to get it right every time
Not accepting the pain of failure
When back to the starting point
Again they will try
[Chorus:]
A first
Second
And a third time
To a certain accuracy that is absurd
Creations that can bring us to an end
In different ways
[Lead]
Religion and politics
Are all overrated
Like many things in life
A human
Will never be able to control
Those situations
Whatever mankind does and builds to serve
And protect us might also send us to our graves
Our ways to fatal errors
With no turning back
[Lead]
With or without confidence
And also preparing for whatever might go wrong
Discovering is a hard task to face
And finding the solution is what instinctively
Does our face until the world reaches to a higher ground
With anxiety
Sorrow
And pain
[Lead]
[Lead]
Creation for both uses
To whom it may seem
That it can be right or wrong
Human imperfections and method of corrections
A natural reaction
From the past until now days
An endless cycle that goes on
[Repeat chorus]
In all the existing things in this world
Men will never achieve the degree of perfection
That they search for
[Lead]
song performed by by Incubus
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What the hell 'm doing on earth?
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more fo
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Ideas
Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Things imbued with gas rise
Like lead balloons
Bad ideas sink like a rock
Like Burst balloons
Can fall From the skies
Like trial balloons
Ideas float and undock...
before our very eyes…
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Good quest
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more food.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A money power
To earn good name you need a style
You may continue it for meanwhile
It may lead you to some achievement
That may be your happiest moment
You got to walk for an extra mile
You may get some mileage and shine
That will encourage you to work more
More ideas may creep in and you may explore
To lead an honorable life
You must have partner in the form of wife
She may serve and help you I n her capacity
She inspire you all the time by remaining in near vicinity
You may put all your efforts in one direction
It may strengthen your belief and put you in action
you may struggle hard and try to maintain the position
It will be proving fruitful when you try to have good composition
there is every possibility that you may loose the face
you may be thrown out and loose the race
there may be complete failure and nothing will be left to trace
you must enlighten your self to come again in such case
For scoring very high, you need not to loose your identity
You should never encourage hostility or go for enmity
you must put all your efforts to have amity
Money should not be the only consideration for its utility
Have we to sacrifice humanity to have material gain
Can any one deny it or restrict himself to the main aim>?
Is there any compulsion to go in for such action?
It will invite only enmity with bad reaction
Have we gone that much crazy for money?
Do we really believe money is god and God is money?
Money may be considered essential and only key
It should not be offered as only tool for free
Money power is understood and realized
It is linked to power and symbolized
Everybody is busy collecting it and besieged
It is all time wish and can’t be frozen
Life can’t be moved an inch
Its absence is felt with punch
You may be termed as useless
Lot many problems you may have to face
The main question is whether we should have it or not
Whole thrust should be made or unnecessarily fought
Money is definitely going to play dominant role
You can play noble part and own responsibility as sole
No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool
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No Ifs and Buts
No ifs and buts
Only how best efforts you put
Success may come of its own
You will be up the ladder and rightly known
Had it been only excuse and reason?
Nobody would have succeeded as person
As it required tremendous zeal with thrust
All efforts are needed and must
Even though life is considered uncertain
We must have calm posture to maintain
There may be setbacks and failures
But we will have to remain firm for sure
You aim for only those things
Which have values in life for something?
It may not help if needlessly thought over
Life will be ruined simply for effective cover
We all know about capability
This is one of the cruel realities
Nothing comes in easy way
We have to force and take it away
If things were that easy
We would have remained very choosey
It may come only with hard approach
Life is easy and critical as such
I would rate chances very high
If we have strong wings to fly
We must cover only the distance
That can bring us back safe at once
Love to lead the life with contentment
Then it won’t have any room for resentment
There will be full joy and happiness
Same will be seen and reflected on the face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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After witch hunt
I don’t go after witch hunt
I have suffered and bore the brunt
Though I succeded in creating the shunt
There was enough of bonding though I was blunt
The thoughts were invading in empty space
The mind was fully occupied with race
There was duality in presenting the face
I was not prepared to go down in any case
I have seen the reasons behind
Anything especially I couldn’t find
It was definitely a tug of war
I was not at all a shining star
I had strong medium to present
All views across the table to represent
Though there was mad rush of conflicting views
It was sometimes drawing critical reviews
The poets are not at all at ease
They eagerly wait for its release
There is tremendous scope for its clash
They appear in mind like flash
It is pure art to put the ideas across
You may sometimes draw the flake or cross
It is pure imagination to have taken real shape
It may get you galore or put restrictions or cap
How it is going to be done is not anybody’s job?
One has to see to it clearly that it is not going to rob
It is traditional thinking coupled with originality
To bring it in new form is real quality
The thought may emerge and fade so soon
Like stars in sky but not seen in noon
The small poets may twinkle on the horizon
They may not restrict to any theory of zones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lead Balloon
Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
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A many surprises
It is an age of advancement with many surprises
Combination of efforts and success too comprises
What do we benefit out of it is anybody’s guess?
So much uphill task we got to come across and face
It is blessing in disguise if proves pathfinder
It may be deep curse if that comes as divider
Why do we take note of it as human being?
What happiness and joy it accords or brings?
Cross the finger and cross the thought
heart and mind clash with so many ideas to be fought
what is general outcome of it to result?
At least some respite on confidence to be built
science may advance with lot of discoveries
may it end in end of miseries
can it turn into friends from near adversaries
can it make to exchange the pleasantries
I shall see the science as means to live
All solid proof that makes you to believe
The hardening efforts to close in all the respect
All relevant figures to be stored as real fact
We find the pace maker to push the blood
Life doesn’t come to an end with glut or flood
Thought artificial but endures the moment
It is real pace and deserves beautiful comment
Eyes are powerful but no to see the micro level
No disease invasion as medicines excel
Complete control over all impossible things
To heave a sigh and relief at least in something
Let it touch and grow in all the fields
Let it collect trophies and all the shields
Human relation and feelings must go side by side
Not to distance away and go wide and wide
It is divine secret we have succeeded to decode
We had no intelligence and means to break the code
Now since it has become the reality in essence
There is absolutely no denying in actual sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Deep but not shallow
I would love to take dip in deep
I would frown but not prefer to weep
What is that what looks is not real?
What is use of medicine that can't heal?
Poet should be honest and good
Her/his thoughts should serve as tonic or food
Can it not have excellent edge?
Will it have to wait for advancement of age?
How can you be defined?
Until you don't stand it refined?
Purest thought may emerge and spread
Either you have to be lead or lead
What matters more is real attachment?
Why it should be taken as detachment?
What happens if nothing is received as comment?
Have we to feel bad or lament?
Well it is how you take it
Light is light whether bright or dimly lit
Poet may shed his tears through words
May it serve as sharp as edge of swords
Hardness is not subject for expression
It is self assessment or obsession
Mildness is treasure in our possession
It may come to fore in any of the session
I don't have to be deep to make it shallow
Let the natural things come out and flow
Who are we to make it or allow?
I may guess or try to follow
It may prove as magnetic pull
It may attract with force as full
Why to worry about who pulls and from where?
There is something which emerges from somewhere
I shall go by nature's law
I may be new or simply raw
But is it not the mere feeling?
Who may respond it as simply willing?
It will be sheer folly to follow the suit
It has nothing like see or wait
It has nothing to do with fate
There is nothing like early nor late
Why poles are being kept apart?
Where from you began or start?
Are they not destined to be big part?
We have to gain more but nothing to apart
They have been termed different in temperament
Different conclusions with separate comments
One is extremely cold, unbearable and inhospitable
Another one easy to access and compatible
I would love not to be amused
May have fair ideas but not confused
It is how you take and present?
Wise counsel not to be absent
Soul may not go for it or search
Good philosopher may have to make research
I am for sure it has some holy connection
Is it waiting for any direction or action?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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