What is it to me
What is it to me if world does not care?
What I do and go from where to where?
Is it necessary to run for everybody’s wish?
Will it be good to deplete pond from fishes?
I Care only for those who really think about?
Support to me in my worst days or rout
I shall cry for those who bear my agony and share
Treat me with honor and don’t simply stare
I am prepared to walk and do it alone
I may not be deterred by heavy cyclone
I shall continue to Endeavour for noble good
If I can serve a poor person with simple food
It may sound as if I am not ideal person
Keeping away from reality for various reasons
I wish to be part of those who are less fortunate
I sincerely pray for all those to be my inmates
It matters less if I am singled out and pushed
No help forth coming or aid is urgently rushed
I need to pursue the cause with utmost care
I may fail in my mission or doesn’t perform fare
I may stand exposed in the middle of the road
Helpless person watching sky with heavy load
Not for asking any mercy from merciful almighty
Feel so gracious on my fellow men with no pity
You will have to finish it by yourself only
It may not be rosy path but complete thorny
You may invite wrath from people of other walks
Face the rough weather with different talks
I will have to prepare and make my presence felt
Should be prepared to receive blows below the belt
Prepare for any eventuality that maybe thrust
Whole hearted effort and sincere trials must
Life is full circle journey to be carried on
With half hearted attempt no battle can be won
I will have to remain with the people forever
Keeping aloof from all temptations however
Everybody has undergone sufferings at the end
Mixed signals are always received or and sent
It proves our capabilities to withstand it fast
Not letting any one to intrude till the last
Still you will have to take courageous stand
You have to work with more foes than friends
It is not altogether disheartening or discouraging
You should go in for it and completely managing
World may laugh at me for my foolishness
They may try to be intimate with friendliness
How I can manage and come out is real test?
Keeping good distance between two is really best
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Gloomy Faces
Many gloomy faces are around
Generally ridden with worries but occasionally found
It forces us to think more about their perception
Where as it is definitely a real question
World ends for them with single failure
They have no clue or any solution for its cure
They may bear heavy load at heart and mind
Show to the people that they are serious but not blind
'I tried my level best to save the life but failed'
One of my close relatives confided in mail
Now I am alone in world and rudderless
How will I carry on endlessly and face?
Some of the incidences are purely accidental
They may sometimes prove costly and fatal
It is beyond reach or control of human being
They forecast misfortune and bring untold sufferings
Man can bear setbacks up to certain level
Beyond it they may not be able to withstand or tell
So entire burden rides on them and appears on the face
Behavior comes to sudden changes in such cases
Well, this can be taken as natural
Some people may express orally
Some people may cry loud and express grief
But that impression stays for only brief
As life is full of uncertainties and misfortunes
A person can't remain alive and alert to its tunes
Some of the set backs can dishearten a person
It may multiply or reduce the impact by many reasons
If person can pick little threads
And remain stand fast and continue to lad
Then it will be considered as big achievement
We should not be over come by such sad developments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No dearth
You will find no such person on this beautiful earth
Even though there are many and has no dearth
The work done by them remains unsung
They are very much part of our living and remain among
Their life is simple and ideal
To many it may look unreal
Yet it is exemplary and praiseworthy
Let us pray for them for long life from almighty
Have you ever considered looking at their contribution?
No one takes pain even to look at proper distribution
The work for which it was intended looses its charm
It does great disservice and more harm
They suffered their whole life but never complained
They had full integrity, short of means still maintained
It was backed by strong will and full commitment
The public was behind it and had strong movement
Even though they may not be among us today
They have shown us the path and clean way
If we can pursue with little honesty
The happiness may descend and help to remove the poverty
Someone said” God resides in poor”
We should welcome him at the door
If no food or anything but give some kind reception
This will find favor with good conception
We have seen changes through ages
Yet we were fortunate enough to manage
Many people have come forward and gone
But it is always remembered the good work done
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Strangers Meet
When two stranger meet on the way
They express surprises and try to be away
Knowing fully well that his is just an coincidence
And it is not going to carry any relevance
They would converse for few seconds and prepare to part
It will their onward journey and preparation to start
They are sure of not meeting again and exchange warms words
But wish it strongly and exchange few pleasantries in the name of God
But in real life too we act no less than strangers
Try to snatch as far as possible as bad managers
We care for no sentiments or relation
Pose all sorts of problems and raise questions
Where and when do we regard fellow human?
Why do we discriminate between man and woman?
Why even keep distance from good people and try to cheat?
Where time with us to offer little is smile and greet?
We all run after simple formality
Concentrate more on turn out and personality
We take pride in demonstrating it as ability
Where people already know about it as bad quality!
I would suggest a pure mechanism
Where everything is guided by humanism
Man may be poor, little intelligent or fool
Yet he deserves everything in full
Why can’t we offer honor and dignity?
How can we claim it as pure amenity?
It is pure grace from powerful almighty
We are simple creature to accept it as pity
Either of sex is important and meant of each others
Life circle will be incomplete without one another
This must be borne in mind and acted together
As whole load of life will be carried further
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only reasons
I look only to the good qualities of men.
Not being faultless. I won't presume to probe into the faults of others…
Mahatma Gandhi
How come person feels jealous?
When he is not known or famous
Full of faults yet dreams for honor
Dreams about praise from people to be called donor
Money or wealth does not form the simple criteria?
Proper evaluation should also come from intelligentsia
People from all walks of life should praise his quality
Shower all blessings in public and pray for his nobility
People try to take lesson from his noble life
As everybody is aware about the sharp edge of knife
Life can prove even hard in absence of any possible help
What is use of treasure if that remains in deep belt or shelf?
It is always nice to pick good advises
Learn good qualities and escape possible misses
Their life becomes exemplary for masses
For which there is no need to hold the classes
One should look at good aspect
Disregard at what their real means to act
Pick whatever is good
Adopt their thoughts as food
Such were his noble thoughts
It is brave to admit own faults
Great people never cared to be called bad person
As their life was life open card and has several reasons
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In my own cage
I am prisoner in my own cage
I have no courage to write down on page
It may amount to disgrace
I shall have no courage to face
I am not sure about other people
They may be clever and able
I am still feeling shy of admitting
I can have no moral courage of committing
It may be known drawback
Still it is felt by and spoken at the back
It consciously bites and hurts
When we receive short reply and very curt
How can I look out side world for help?
When I am totally helpless and unable to sleep
It engulfs me with torturous feeling
I am afraid and still unwilling
I may gather the strength to come out sincerely
Such a stage had never occurred to me and faced rarely
I am still confident that I may do it fairly
I see dark clouds at distance very clearly
Let me gear up for any eventuality
I think that will reflect well on my ability
Nothing should be considered sent by heavenly or Godly
I shall gain confidence and face it boldly
Let me brace up for future challenge
Have enough guts to face and manage
I think self defeat is grave sign
One must pick up boldly and resign
It does not require good use of words
One must think positive and look forward
I think I am lacking that punch and drive
That is why I fear the sea to make deep dive
It is pity and self built fear
Why person should feel guilty with tears?
It has nothing to do with individual’s nature
One must analyze self and try to secure
I am person of little defeatist tendency
I know it is not good but suffer its frequency
It is obstacle in progress and real hindrance
One must think over it and give more importance
I must try to lend my ears and listen to what others might say
I should not keep aloof and prefer isolation to remain away
It is one of the saddest things if one confines to dark
It is bad sign and not considered as good art
I shall mix with natural surrounding
Visit in open air and start to correspond
As I am natural lover and very fond
There will be natural appeal from colorful fishes of pond
If they can live peacefully and with freedom within
I am human being with lots of areas to swim
Free in take of air and vast areas to roam
Let me change myself completely along with flower’s boom
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A love to live
“I am prepared and ready to leave”
Wife was in rage which I couldn’t believe?
Who can help me to get relieved?
Why do you all stand together and connive?
It all started with fun fare
I was ready to lead her anywhere
I chose her to be as my better half
did that prove as simple joke or matter of laugh?
I did earnestly what I was supposed to do
I too expected her to fall through
We were to be one and remain in all our drive
We were to make it heaven and live
I swore in the name of God
With all sincerity and high hopes rode
Let destiny may prove my sincerity
Life was to be made worth of good quality’
No one may notice what we really achieved?
They will only observe and note how much we missed?
It is altogether not our concern to think
As we had vowed to swim together and sink
I shall worry about better tomorrow
Fall in line with her and good steps to allow
Hand in hand with full confidence to walk along
Never to find faults even if one was right or wrong
I strove very hard to accommodate her
Taking all steps for storms to wither
Bridging gap all the times and creating confidence
Clearing all lines with drawing correct inference
We may come to be known as ideal couple or pair
Not always playing music around the chair
Something more to make it worthy and worthwhile
I shall continue to look for good and live in peace meanwhile
It is how two wheels of vehicle move together
Let there be strong criticism but not to bother
Sun may shine one day and add to glory or feather
It is how we take it person in stride or honor
We have pledged to honor bond till the end
We shall remain not foe but always as friend
It will always be ruling from our side to fall
To the wishes of each other and lovingly call
Try to stand firm in our holy commitment
You should never feel sore or discontentment
It may loose the beautiful flavor and fragrance
You may not be able to walk any more with elegance
I shall not rule out scuffle orbiter talk
You may sometimes prefer not to walk
Still path may remain wide open
We got to bridge the gap and reopen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hold me well
You may have many desires
You may come and admire
You have all way you can
You may prove as my man
To love me you got to perform
You should be fully prepared and informed
You can be hot the sun or like quiet poet
The stage is ready and quietly set
I can’t think of unreasonable man
He should be desirous of having good woman
I can’t think of staying as mere slave
He should prove and nicely behave
Neither have I had instrument to test his sincerity
Nor any brilliance to prove his ability
I shall think of only proven integrity
If I fail in it then it will be great pity
Many women may be falling to falsehood
They might have experienced it in neighborhood
It is natural to gain boyhood or womanhood
It must be met with and fully understood
What do I think of complete man?
He must take me to whatever position he can?
Once I have fallen with him to go ahead
He may have full freedom to lead
I had dreamed of hot blazing sun
In his light I wanted to have easy run
In his warmth I could feel quite fun
H should have been there as only one
Did I not deserve or expect a partner?
Who can care of me as very good Gardner?
I should have full freedom to blossom
He may come and hold me in full wisdom
The ideal person as he may be
I shall be in no dilemma and very free
He will be my idol and right man
I shall remain his better half and lovely fan
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Second Chance
Sometimes we do something without thinking and it turns out bad
One mistake can rude your life
Unless you get
Second chance
To see the person you love in same class with you again
You feel it’s your time to make it right
It never too late to do it
You get that feeling you felt before and it all coming back
You can’t talk to that person again and stop looking at that person
You feel all butterfly coming back too
You feel nervous and feel that person is right for you
Second chance
To show that you still care for that person and want to be with that person
If she or he still have feelings for you, you hope and pray it work out
You finally got that person you want and if that
Second chance
Doesn’t work out then it never meant to be after all
You have to move on
Second Chance
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Efforts Still
One, two and three
You will never be free
Go on counting and accumulate
Nothing more will remain to relate
Life may end fast
No time for you to choose and last
Rests of all will lye here for some one
No one shall care for your dead body even
It may be taken fast out
So many things will be left to talk about
Personal memory may remain in people's mind
Soon to test its worth from praise to find
No one may say bad words about departed person
But many may remember his noble work with reasons
His ashes may carry no value for world
But to some yes it may be warm feelings and not cold
Look at worthiness of human life
Even though it is sharp like knife
Not all may earn good will
Yet you got to make efforts still
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Clashing With You
Clashing with ones inner self
Is an everyday battle
Helps one not to rattle
Or roam around like cattle.
You are your own person?
You want to be your own person?
So you clash within...over and again
As not to fully sin?
So what then?
Feelings like a turning fan...
The hurt emotions no one can stand.
Pulled by every arm...
None wish you harm...
But yet you are alarmed.
Let it be...people say...
Who are you anyway?
You can take care of self...
Or do you really need someone else?
It is woman who took that look around...
To see what she could see was sound.
Kind, wonderful, and beautiful as well...
For her not to clash would cause much hell...
We as people know that colliding sells
Keeping the jaws from a swell...
Before and after you yell.
Clashing for fun is no good...
Clashing is an art...
It appeases the owner...
It soothe the mind...
And makes one sexy and hungry for play...
Have you clash with you lately?
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Lovely beating heart
We have lovely beating pure heart
Injected by God and heavenly art
Only kindness to be shown and nothing to part
If we can show little with very good start
If poor see kindness in your eyes?
They have all thanks giving and nothing to ask why?
God himself is before in the form of ordinary woman
Blessed with divine power and caring for all human
No one is prepared to serve the destitute
We have no were to find such kind and noble institutes
It requires greater understanding with wider concept
Only service to render and always ready or very prompt
Flow of rushing river waters can be controlled
New and energetic disciples can be enrolled
Dams can be built across river and water can be stored?
But what about inner call to be acted upon and explored
Not all may go in for charity or good cause
They are not blinded by disbelief or paused
Some awakening efforts are needed to arouse
As heart is always ready to respond with no grouse
We are fortunate enough to have all facilities
To be kind or bear sympathy is very good quality
It is not an order from almighty to be his strict follower
But clear commandment not to go away or make it slower
You land a helping hand and see the gratitude?
Eyes may speak with altogether different attitude
They are not helpless but fallen out with favor and victims
We can visit them individually or making small teams
Share a piece of bread and you can save dead
Clear apathy and remorse for world is read
They want some to come and wipe their tears
They have undergone enough and now have worst fears
When they see young and able bodied with all the happiness
Their soul cries out a foul and discrimination is seen on face
They have no reason to curse but definitely question to ask
Why they were singled out on earth from His noble task
It is commonly said and believed too
All wrong does suffer here only and it is very true
There is no other world to decide their fate
So it is still good time left for not to be late
It is our social responsibility to respond
We are like fishes of different kinds in pond
We try to make it fresh and free from any stink
This can be made possible only if we trust in Him and think
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
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Take Good Care
Ive been broken-hearted
It felt like my world was caving in, leaving me lonely
It felt like my head was in a spin
Id too and Id turn all night, wondering how it came to be
Ive been there, and I never will return
If youre honest, girl (honest, girl)
You will be my world (be my world)
And Ill be there if you take good care forever
Chorus:
Take good care of my heart, and I wont let you down, girl
Take good care of my heart, Ill always be around, girl
Take good care of my heart, and I will leave you never
If you take good care forever
Id do about anything
To show you that my love is strong enough
Whether its rain or shine
Even when the going gets too tough
Ill be there, on this, you can rely
If youll be my girl (be my girl)
Ill promise the world (promise the world)
And my love, Ill share if you take good care forever
Repeat chorus
I used to make believe
There was a girl of my dreams (girl of my dreams)
When I opened up my eyes
I saw my dreams have come to life
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Him, Her, They.
It won't be long and they'll be gone
Gone til the next one comes
There's always someone who'll be there
Other people look and stare
Other people look and don't care
Most think it's funny, it's not fun for me
Just a bit of fun, can't you see
it's not fun for me, cos their doing it to me,
can't you see! it's not fun for me!
some laugh and walk away
some walk away and have a little say,
that's a bit much, is all they say
and I hope tomorrow is a better day.
A day without them having fun at my expense.
A day when they won't talk in past tense.
They're all bullys, no we're not! just a bit of fun
They're all bullys, who look and stare
They're all bullys, who do not care
They see it all and they do naught
A lessons what they should be taught
To just stand by is just as bad
If they stepped forward I'd be glad
They don't so I'm so sad.
Do they care, I do not know
To a better person I will grow
I'll be strong and stand for the low
These bully people don't even know
That they are hurting me
Just a bit of fun, can't you see.
NO! NO! NO!
I can not see, just let me be.
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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
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It is with you
It is with you but lying active
Very faithful and becomes reactive
At beautiful object of nature
To make you feel and make it very sure
Love more any of the thing you like so dearly
Accept the fact and come to term happily
To part with is not totally forgone
It may remain with you as memory by gone
Very sensitive and important part
Were everything is stored and not allowed to depart
With little excitement it will start
It is gift from nature as an art
You may love a person from distance
This may sometimes turn out to be at once
You go after it till the death
People may remember you more while laying wreath
Love is second name of sacrifice
It is also keeping of good promises
It has not the mention of hugs and kisses
It is sincere feeling and full of good wishes
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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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Simple Message
Why have we not understood simple message?
Why still we are not ready to open new pages?
Imprint something worthwhile to reach to the people
Not to embark upon mad adventure and gamble
Someone might say it is trust deficit
Every relation is strained and termed as illicit
We see nothing positively to over come lacuna
At least catch some glimpse from flora and fauna
It is simple logic around which everything revolves
Men made tragic events and does not help to solve
The tolerance limit is crossed and nothing seems in sight
What to do, where to go and what to consider as right?
Not such a crisis was faced ever?
Religious intolerance and hatred has taken over the place forever
No one seems to be worried about fall out
They have only narrowness to talk about
I am not an academician who can advance any logic
But there remain some angles to be seen as basic
It is not the work of good day dreamer or theoretician
But simple dream of kind hearted person and humanitarian
Any disaster any where in world must bring tears
Their agony, pain and sufferings we should share and bear
At least remote sense may feel the pulse of great divide
Why at large we stand in different direction to hide?
Can we not express our solidarity and confidence?
That we stand united if took place such an incidence?
Why can’t we rush to the sight uncaringly at once?
Exhibit the human feelings visibly in substance
We may not remain here for quite long
No one may praise us and sing a song
At least what we planted may remain to witness
Let world see the reason behind and face
Many have said in past and continue to profess
We are passing through critical period or phase
We are not that blind to ignore universal fact
Let us redefine ourselves and reform the acts
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pay for being good
What prize you have to pay for being good?
How can you remain always in good mood?
Feel nice for self and others in same way
What can be the key to keep evil thoughts away?
I think noble soul can only dream
The person who feels very close to Him
Let people deceive him in all the aspects
He will continue to think of them with respects
We are here on a special mission as his emissary
Since He had seen all the pain it was all the more necessary
To send prophets, messiahs and seers to serve the mankind
It was so nice of Him to think of us and be very kind
“You are the one and only one” we sincerely utter
What else can worry us most and matter?
Once he is there to protect us from all evils?
Why do we lack good manner and will?
We have in typical prejudicial pattern
It is source of worry and great concern
No heart can be won on the basis of force or hatred?
A convincing ordinary life with love can only lead
Few sweet words can bring a desirous result or do a miracle
Many things might not have been achieved even after full circle
“Hello brother, or pardon me” can alter the whole situation
There will not be any acrimony or find its way with continuation
He is there all the time with dead or living
It is not matter of believing or not believing
It is left to good judgment of human beings
It may be realized even by the poor or kings
Never expect good for good always
Do not feel sad when you get back in no way
It is nice way to feel and sincerely pray
He will always lead you and not keep at the bay
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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