Well (Dug Hole)
It is age old tradition to dig well on highway
Travelers not to face difficulties on mid way
Living being may find it real and fine gesture
Tree branches near by may reflect true nature
Rulers, donors or wealthy generally constructed
To be used by all and normally so instructed
It was noble work and spoke of very good act
People may remember as it was common fact
In well, deep calm blue water appeared on surface
If you bend to see, may reveal your true face
Though you may be in hurry but find peace
You may rest there with calm and ease
Well may serve well so long it remains as well
How to preserve it may be like story to tell
So little in common but much to reveal
Good deeds and noble act and nothing to conceal
Go near to well and you won’t regret
No complaint even if you take water out in bucket
Passers by may stay for while and have rest
Thirst may be quenched on the way as crucial test
Great people remained aloof but acted like well
Never confined knowledge within or tried to sell
They might have preferred to store but ignored
Could sleep well over the books and snored
Knowledge is like deep well meant for common use
May stink if remained for long time without use
A well is called “well” if used very well
Whose beginning is well the end may also be well
Now wells are no more in use and remain as monuments
Served the purpose well at the time of crucial moments
Passers by and travelers noted its importance
Is it not the sheer neglect that we plead our ignorance?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Travelers
We're travelers and we have no home,
We're travelers and we are trying to atone,
We're travelers and we have no name,
We're travelers with no one to blame,
Travelers who have no shame,
Travelers who all look the same,
Travelers who still love you,
But we prefer skies blue,
We don't play the game you do,
We also never feel blue,
We only know what is true,
We also know what's good for you,
We don't need your superstition,
We can't believe in repetition,
We don't like your traditions,
We only have our intuition,
We're travelers, we can take the pain,
We're travelers, you think we're insane,
We're travelers, we see your principles sway,
We're travelers, we still love you anyway,
Traveling time, through dirt and grime,
Hoping one day to align,
Our hearts and minds,
Travelers who will leave a sign of better times.
5 December 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Sonnet: The Old Well
The well that had given water to drink
For years and quenched the thirst of travelers;
With whose water, they’d bathed the beasts which stink,
Which flowed into the fields ‘yond for farmers.
The well that served for centuries thus,
Men and beasts and fields, not knowing their caste;
And continued to give water to us,
Perennially that was so sweet to taste.
The well of our ancestors, no more used,
Lies in ruins now and is very deep;
The corpse was found of a young man who ‘as killed!
Thrown into the well and made people weep.
The well that had given sweet water to drink,
It has now snakes, stones, garbage, corpses that stink.
poem by John Celes
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Who says love is........
Who says love is not pure and blind?
It has its features and is of special kind
History is witness that many sacrificed
Remained unwed for year only to be died
Love can’t be so cheap, easy to get or ordinary
Only true heart lover or can be felt by visionary
It has its dynamics that leave tale behind
No parallel in history or anywhere you find
Kings have let pass the kingdoms for return
Nothing could move them from position or concern
Many examples can be sighted for kind noble gesture
They have shed the blood for securing the future
Why one is drawn completely towards nothing?
Is there special effect which makes us something?
No satisfactory answer can be found in this regard
Only personal sacrifice, unhappiness and no reward
You may know fully well what is in store?
Try to reach closer and find many ways or explore
Is it not the God’s gift that makes us to feel?
Stranger may enter the life and try to steal
It is not hypnotism or gravitational pull
You may get lost and suddenly become cool
Act in a manner not generally people will do
It happens in a way and almost nearly true
Love has suffered in a way never before thought
Resistance is overcome and achieved as sought
It has been painful and not without trouble
Now prevails calm as seen in water after bubble
It is not very easy to find simple berth
Battle is long drawn and real in worth
It is unique way of dealing with unknown fears
Still largely overcome without shedding tears
It has got its importance if easily got
Love may loose charm and nearly lost
It has to be preserved with utmost care
One has to be on guard and simply be aware
It has remained fact that centuries have passed
Love has not been recognized and people harassed
All type of tortures and brutalities committed
Love in open has been cause of concern and not permitted
It was there in their times too and will remain so
Nothing can wipe out or at one stroke make it go
It shall strengthen the bonds so deep and sound
Sand may fly off but imprints may be found
What we should respect is love in human being?
Two hearts long for each other for meeting
If we can’t help them to unite and express
It will be human error but try to redress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Very Good Of Human
It is very good of human
That we act as man or woman
Life is not at all limited
Many things are omitted
Still may be early days
Things may come and go away
We need to find solution
With strong faith and resolution
Try your level best
Stand against the crucial test
That may give you way out
May ward off possible rout
It is natural to have imperfection
But can be addressed with action
With resolve not to repeat again
Even if that may cause little pain
Life is not meant to remember past
But to pick threads and move fast
You may love to remember His blessings
He may help you in tracing
It may then be called weakness
If that rushes every time on face
Heart has strong wall to store
Nothing to reveal any more
Leave behind the foot prints
If you can pick up any hint
There is lot more to perform and act
Life is wheel which may never stop in fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
Calm and deep peace on this high wold,
And on these dews that drench the furze.
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:
Calm and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I Syndrome
“I” always remained alone
Liked isolation and preferred to be one
Shed tears over what was already gone
No, why, if and buts bothered one by one
When I tried to be plural
It never looked natural
I could not break from separate identity
One and only one hurdle considered to be bad quality
Many books or rather epics are written
About such existence in deities even
Who can be called supreme and ever reigning?
We all have fallen in such trap with bad beginning
So long “I “remain at the centre of controversy
One may remain obsessed with such ideology
Every comment or word about him may hurt ego
It will not allow him to feel free and forgo
History has witnessed number of empires ruined
So many ancient civilizations perished and downed
No traces are left on the face of earth to remember
Still we have confined or restricted to one magic number
Propagate “I” ideology with that of poorest of poor
Approach the weakest of the weak in the next door
Find out if you can be the person of some value
Help him in dire need if that is what is nearly due!
See the difference when “I” is transformed to one big tree
All the passers by sit under its shed and feel very free
Wind to blow with little intensity and afford nature’s luxury
Sound sleep in few moments as if not troubled by any worry
It is nice to feel strong as only one among crowd
You are taken as guiding power and spoken loud
What a tremendous change when “I” was sacrificed
Emerged on imagery stage where every word was promised
I feel odd now with single word association
It has no significance with any relation
No notice may be taken except as breathing entity
A flower boomed in desert with little grace from almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An honest always suffer
Why do honest people always suffer?
What is reason behind it that they differ?
Why can’t they accept good wishes and offers?
Are they really on right path and true thinkers?
It is an age old tradition that comes on surface
Lots of criticism and comments we have to face
People choose material gain and involve in mad race
They get frustration and disillusion in any case
They will find appropriate place and honor
The present set back can be considered as minor
It may take some times to get established
All their efforts may stand good and not finished
The world may realize its utility
There is scope for its continuity
No use pursuing in its futility
It may be sub standard in quality
All the sufferings and insult is there for honest
It doesn’t pay him desired result even if it best
It may be crucial time or can be considered as test
He will not keep quite and pursue it without rest
His work may not be realized or fall on deaf ears
It may need hard efforts for many more years
It may develop fatigue and body may wear out
He still may opt and go in for it through out
They have nothing to loose at the end
He may not distinguish between foes and friends
He is always there for right cause with reasons
He has same feeling with energy in all the seasons
Let there be unhealthy competition or unreasonable demand
The right people will pursue it till the end
It can’t make any impact on their activities
They may still live with elegance and niceties
You need few people to fall in line with
There lie bare facts with the truth
Anybody can choose for or against
It is really worth to go in and invest
You may suffer initially but ultimately gain
It may prove successful and not go in vain
The tiring efforts are bound to succeed
It may remain within limit and not exceed
The flowers in garden may boom in spring
The birds may build the nest and rest the wings
It is nice place to seek refuge and rest
You may then have beautiful ideas to put on test
The environment and nature also comes to the rescue
We must pay enough attention which is in fact over due
When they are generous all the way in nature
Why can’t we be same for our bright future?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Wonder Of It All
In the time it takes for us to blink our eyes
somebody is born and someone else dies.
The way of the world is through life and death
all that exists is nourished by food and breath.
In just a fleeting moment so much goes on
it’s a wonder for our mind to reflect upon.
Yet all that ever happens has a beginning and end
in the vastness of time and space it has to contend.
What is life about and our purpose on this world here?
Is it not to grow and expand, to realise something dear?
We all have basic desires to achieve one thing or another
a sort of instinct or legacy through our father and mother.
In self knowledge and expression we all reveal the way forward
one step at a time or in leaps and bounds we come closer toward
where this impulse of life leads us or directs each one to go
while the emphasis is always to learn, live, love and to grow.
In life we all have to face situations by which we gain or lose
yet it depends so much on our ability and freedom to choose.
If we see beyond our present circumstances it’s a positive sign
and experience may prove that there was only an imaginary line.
In relationships there are certain things that we all come to know
whatever doesn’t appear on the surface, otherwise hard to show.
To cultivate or develop the best in ourselves and others is a worthy ideal
though many people have a tendency for the false instead of what is real.
There are so many aspects of life we take for granted or even miss their point
in our daily struggle for survival whoever we are or find ourselves at this joint.
It takes much discriminative knowledge based on experience to come out ahead
at the end of each day be able to relax or rest and even sleep soundly in our bed.
We’re all prone to the malady of living wherever we may happen to be
as long as we don’t make it harder for ourselves or others in being free.
And in seeking the right solutions to those problems or dilemmas that we face
we should realise them to be relative not just to one particular time and place.
poem by George Krokos
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Remember what we are
Remember what we are
doesn't matter what we were
it is long way to spend here
Agony and pain only to bear
it is peaceful present
rest all can remain absent
that may spoil peace and calm
less gain and more harm
you may forget it once for all
still it may be stored in wall
it may surface and remind of old days
happy moments and nice ways
what can be retained and forgotten?
It remains intact without being stolen
It is treasure and may be preserved
The tradition has to be kept in mind and observed
Let even words does not sneak out
It may speak of other things and about
It must be always kept in mind
It is to be opened in leisure moments and find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good Evening Mr. Waldheim
Good evening mr.waldheim
And pontiff how are you?
You have so much in common
In the things you do
And here comes jesse jackson
He talks of common ground
Does that common ground include me
Or is it just a sound
A sound that shakes
Oh jesse, you must watch the sounds you make
A sound that quakes
There are fears that still reverberate
Jesse you say common ground
Does that include the plo?
What about people right here right now
Who fought for you not so long ago?
The words that flow so freely
Falling dancing from your lips
I hope that you dont cheapen them
With a racist slip
Oh common ground
Is common ground a word or just a sound
Common ground
Remember those civil rights workers buried in the ground
If I ran for president
And once was a member of the klan
Wouldnt you call me on it
The way I call you on farrakhan
And pontiff, pretty pontiff
Can anyone shake your hand ?
Or is it just that you like uniforms
And someone kissing your hand
Or is it true
The common ground for me includes you too
Oh, oh, is it true
The common ground for me includes you too
Good evening mr.waldheim
Pontiff how are you
As you both stroll through the woods at night
Im thinking thoughts of you
And jesse youre inside my thoughts
As the rhythmic words subside
My common ground invites you in
Or do you prefer to wait outside
Or is it true
The common ground for me is without you
Or is it true
The common ground for me is without you
Oh is it true
Theres no ground common enough for me and you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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No sir
It is nice to be addressed as sir
It adds to glory with different color
Person feels proud with achievement
Nice to rejoice with happy moments
Generally we give respected to aged persons
It has some feeling with reasons
We have parents at home and reminds of their presence
We respect any one when see them at once
It has remained tradition to accord honor
Either with excellence in field
Or some high position held
It is traditional to be known as specialist in the field
Let people honor your age
It is token gesture on page
What else they can offer?
As they have seen you rise and suffer
Not age only grants you respect
Even though that has been given to you in fact
People see in your a great strength
Take as much advantage as possible before death
So let them have opportunity to address
See the smile and honor on your face
To morrow they may take pride in having you as sir
As the time, days and even may pass the years
It is humbleness on the part of person to fee odd
When addressed often as sir or to that high of god
It takes away closeness from the known people
So it is preferred to remain free from any trouble
It is good when someone is placed at the top
There should not be any attempt to stop
Let people feel proud of a person who is one among them
To be known as diamond and priceless gem
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How happily you do the acting!
You are happy in this world
How happily you do the acting!
Happiness is a big fling!
How hard you try to conceal!
The real truth, your eyes reveal.
How hard you try to conceal!
How hard you try to do the acting!
No one loves any one
We love ourselves the most and crave for it
Rest is for the lust and for the benefit.
How hard you try to conceal the beast
No matter how, you are, small or big!
This is a real lip service
No one loves progress and peace.
How deep is the colour of your face- paint!
How hard you try to become a saint!
Whatever camouflage you adopt to conceal
The real intention, the acts of you reveal.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I am all right, You are all right.
Where ever you are, that is your place
What ever you attract, it is your part to face or replace.
You can get through everything from where you are,
Go on, enjoy life, do not oppose, do not put before you a bar.
If you oppose or gripe about anything what comes to you,
You'll never find true happiness in whatever you do.
Your life will be a constant misery,
Stay grateful for everything, then you will find real life's discovery
Let go and let come to you whatever is there,
Be happy, enjoy life every second and be sincere,
Good or bad should find you at peace and calm,
Know, what you see in this moment, it is your mind's realm.
Change your attitude & thoughts, so your life will change,
If you do not succeed, try again & again & arrange.
As life is a school room, nothing stays or real,
Turning thoughts to gratefulness, the purpose of life will reveal.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Be Of Your Kind
When everybody ignores you,
Think about it and prove it is not true
You care for everybody
Even if not cared by anybody
Fault can’t lie with you but somewhere
As people are selfish and doesn’t bother
They cause you pain and agony
Make the scene hell and stormy
Show it as your generosity
Best of things called humanity
One of the important and best qualities
Ever granted to human being by almighty
You be like tree laden with fruit
Stay tall in people’s eye and look fit
Not only shade, fruits and peace
But relax underneath it with ease
If you can comfort someone on the way
Think about its impact on passers by going away
They will bless and remember of getting shade
The memory may stay for long and never fade
You need not follow others example
They may be providing just sample
They may not be actually following
Little show off to others and then slowing
You are one of your own kinds
Whether people remain with or are unkind
You can’t follow them and act blind
No peace can be seen of any kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reveal Yourself
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.
song performed by by Kinks
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My passion n views
When you meet old friends, tears may rush in
Heart becomes heavy with lovely scene
You find no words to express and speak
It used to have been for days and weeks
For sweet memory and talks, not only days
but nights with long hours will be less
years may pass by and there will not be any trace
but at the end you may the worries on the face
Nothing will appeal not even sea side or public places
Neither big gardens with flowers nor big palace,
Not even the country side with green fields any more
No hill top with white snow or no sea beaches or shore,
You go into deep memory and feel so sad,
when news reaching to you are really bad
Your beloved is on death bed and very sick,
Not able to talk and walk even with stick,
As the rose is considered king among flowers
Natural bathe under fountain fall is best in shower;
Best friends are counted on fingers and may be fewer,
like good shows may draw less viewers
'Thoughts' were between us most so in common
Before I could pen them she wrote it down
Expression in thoughts and most in action
still remained calm and offered no reaction
will she be true to her promises and same again?
I am sure time may not be same for certain,
before it can dry and run out,
something should be done and read about
will I be put to shame and face it again?
She uses words of respect often and often,
I smell rat in game and find loss and no gain
force me to think and to find out way to regain,
Should she talk to me and show the face often?
Eyes may not to be same to sparkle again
Face may not reveal composure any more,
had I insisted upon and ask more this before?
She argues' on face that stands veiled'
eyes are always closed and happiness can’t be hailed
Face can’t bear smile and lips are sealed
Deep wounds are there but can’t be healed
Can my age be given to her and added?
Will his beloved be back in her fold again?
Fortunes should smile and offering no pain,
what do I expect? Efforts should not go in vain,
I have to cross seven high seas and reach
How to come closer to shore or beach?
Should I rush to her with clipped wing?
Against the odd and high speed wind,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Face May Not
Face may not reveal at all
You may be inviting imminent fall
It is evasive illusion spread around
With naked eyes it is never found
Silence cuts no much ice
Sadness may reveal no break of promises
Tears in eyes may speak nothing
Bubbles appear in water to say something
We pick nothing worthwhile and fall to trap
There are wide differences in perception with gaps
We take precautions wrongly and get deception
As we trust more and falter from the inception
Face may look so innocent
It may be hiding with lots of unsaid comments
Why do we cheat others and rejoice?
Keep wearing mask over head and feel so nice
So sometimes hard faces turn mild
They appear rude and cruel but turn very kind
They speak harsh but flow with kind words
Not advise you to fall back but move forward
It has to camouflage so many things
Sometimes to be retained without any dig
It should never surface on the face
It may become known and create problem in such case
Any how face is in fact a true mirror
It may speak of any fault or error
You may find it hard to contain
Calm posture is very difficult to maintain
Only the shroud person may survive
He may hold it for long and strive
For good and healthy relation
And at the same time give no indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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