When you are borne and gone
You come with naked body
As natural as flower
With pink rose face and fists closed
You cried in full and all laughed at you
What did they expect you to become?
Professor, doctor.philosopher, or guide
No one knew what was in store for you
But all hopes hinged on you
What did you do in life?
Amassed enough wealth
Robbed and killed many innocents
Just for self and family members
For bright future and generations to come
Nothing stayed with you as days approached
Bade a farewell amidst curse, blessings or prayers
What did you gain?
Thousands of applause
Millions of hands rose for blessings
For lovely memory as saint, politician or donor
Good acamadecian, social worker or reformer
Golden words from noble man and preacher
Gentleman, son of the soil or martyr
Name worth millions of rupees
Precious than diamond and holy books
Was that worth or enough?
Leave it for future generations to judge?
Single faith and never to budge
Struck to words and principled life
Life like king size as honoured man
Did what ever you could or did
Simple goal, .simple mission with worth living
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life
Life is precious
A gem on the sands of shores.
Though often treated as if it matters little.
Life is the beauty of the world.
As a rose, it blooms in season.
Hides in it the souls of all reasons.
Life is the sun it comes and then goes
Each life adds something new
Good or bad is what we make of it.
Life is worth living.
Sometimes worth dying for-
but never in life you throw away.
Each life must be treasured its very natural end.
copyright © 2012
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I Am Disgrace
O lord and creator, thanks for beautiful world
Made it worth living with seasons hot and cold
Endless sky with wonder and thunder
Small hut like place to spend life it’s under
Beautiful creation and people noble,
Offer the worship with body fit and able
Never to suffer as they witness your presence
Each and every particle represents essence
Icy winds and rain drops lessen the heat wave
Relief to sufferings with energy to save
Resolute action with no let up in efforts
Blessed with grace ………………….
Sky so beautiful with colourful rainbow
Noble ideas and faith inspire me to bow
I see the nature with plentiful resource to offer
Pray to thy for brethren not to suffer
Expect daily bright day with golden sunshine
Prevent possible fall and goal not to undermine
Rush for rescue and aid to help the poor
Message to spread from door to door
With all His blessings still I fear,
Agony in life and unhappiness bear,
So many tales of torture and horror hear
Grateful to HIM as life is not out of gear
Whole body burns with continuous rage
Find no words how to write on page
I feel helpless as if confined to cage
Strong urge from within to seek reprisal, and revenge
Why good teachings from holy books not appeal?
Hate, intolerance, disregards, all ideas repeal
Is it true that truth my prayer isn’t sincere?
Inherent weakness and non faith appear
You may not pardon me for sinful act,
Outwardly noble but cowardly react,
How long I would deny reality or fact?
To cheat one’s own conscience with skilful tact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In The Rose Garden
RED roses bright, pink roses and white
That bud and blossom and fall;
The very sight of my heart's delight
Is more than worth them all!
Is worth far more than the whole sweet store
That ever a garden grew--
She plucked the best to die at her breast,
But it laughed and it bloomed anew!
The red rose lay at her lips to-day,
And flushed with the joy thereof;
She said a word that the white rose heard,
And the white rose paled with love.
But the west wind blows, and my lady goes,
And she leaves the world forlorn;
And every rose that the garden grows,
Might just as well be a thorn!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Nature's blessings Spring
Nature's blessings called Spring
Nature's blessings
Cherry trees in bloom
Cascades of colours
Floating into my room
Nature's blessings
Eruption of new life
Everywhere around
It's the eternal bound
Nature's blessings
Spring's awakening
Fills one with new hopes
Melting away sorrow slopes
Nature's blessings
Shy scarce sunbeams
Sense of survival
Swallow's arrival
Nature's blessings
Flowers popping up
It's time to hold on
For young and old
Nature's blessings
Cycle of every year
Winter months we bear
Now earthly warming
Nature's blessings
Worth all the gold
Nature's natural gift
To life we all hold
Nature's blessings called Spring
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Ten Roses
For every tear you cry,
I cry a hundred thousand more,
I'll give you ten roses,
For everything you're fighting for.
The first will be a red rose,
For courage and for health,
The second a bright yellow rose,
For gaining all life's wealth,
The third will be a soft pink rose,
So you may be happy in love,
The fourth will be a white rose,
Brought by a turtledove,
The fifth will be an orange rose,
To give you back your fire,
The sixth will be a deep pink rose,
So you may have what you desire,
The seventh will be a coral rose,
To gain you many friends,
The eighth will be a purple rose,
To guide you through life's bends,
The ninth will be a pale yellow rose,
To give you hope to try,
The tenth will be a black rose,
So you can mourn me when I die.
I have to leave my dearest friend,
But may the roses last you til my end,
I'm sorry I could not say goodbye,
Though ten roses I leave by your side.
I leave you with a kiss,
Along with these rose flowers,
I know I will be missed,
But I pray the roses will give you power,
Power to go on my love,
Power to be strong,
Power to get over me,
And let your life carry on
poem by Ruth warren
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Politician
Can you make and figure it out?
Who it can be and probably what about?
Round face, clumsy body with belly out
We can easily think and make it out
“What is secret of your being in field?
Is it money, fame or power to yield? ”
I parried question to a well-known leader
Who was considered to be a well known cheater
He boosted him self by arrogant words
Good oratory and words was his sword
No respect for ordinary man’s world
Lukewarm response and attitude cold
They may differ and raise the slogans
Threaten with demonstration and attack with gun
I shall stick to the position and never budge
How can they decide my future and judge?
I am not sage or holy saint
People may starve and in street faint
Media may publish and bad figure paint
What it will do……………………
People may starve as prices soar
I will shed tears but lions like roar
There may be hue, cry and uproar
I will curse the luck but blessings shower
What do I know about national honour?
Money and fame is only need of an hour
I shall have domestic as well as foreign tours
It will be at the cost of exchequer and yours
National wealth will be simply siphoned
Unknown wealth amassed and assets owned
No one may dare to raise the question
Everybody is same so out of question
I may last long and nothing to fear
Insult, shame and blame I bear
So many accusations I may come across and hear
I will cry with people but shedding crocodile tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I want someone…
I want someone who can be there for me when I'm down
Who knows what to say to bring me up
Who's there to pull me up when my self-esteem is low
Who tells me I am worth so much more
Who gives me confidence like no other
Stays so close to my heart
Who believes in me when everyone says I'll fail
Who gives a helping hand even when the task seems impossible
who can give me strength through a simple touch
Will never waver their faith in me
And in that way I will never waver in my faith in me
I want someone who can love me more than I love myself
Who can appreciate me for all my worth
And can see in me what no else can
Someone who can hold me when I'm cold
Who will be there for me even when the world
Decides that I am not the worth the thought
When everybody abandons me
And leaves me on the ground
Trampled like a rose of no value
I want someone who can pick me up
Dust me of, and return me to my valued worth
I just want someone who can care for me
Love me
Cherish me
Value me
And believe in me like no else ever will
And when I'm sad and alone
Can cry tears for me so profound
And lift me up from the ground
And show me how I can bloom
To be a flower like no other
Someone who can make me a better
Man than I am
I want Jesus in my life
Cause he fits this description so well
And in a world filled with a billion others
He loves me more than anyone else does or ever could
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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A simple no to relation
She wanted to end the relation
She had her simple calculation
How can I equate you with deserter?
All along you were my guide and master
There were no clouds in the sky
It was painful to understand, why?
Why you could not face me and felt shy?
Was it futile attempt not worth to try?
I didn’t send me any surprise
I knew it no tag or high price
It created doubts and new room to rise
It was to be absorbed in self as steps very wise
She may have her reasons and fear
She may be passing through agony and tears
I failed to understand why I was simple pick?
Was I to be driven away from life without stick?
She did follow it with simple logic
I failed to deliver lovely music
Was my admission of love not a magic?
Was that not bonding of relation as strategic?
I shouldn’t dwell at length what the love is?
It is peaceful means to live at ease
Whole world is at your feet with no compulsion
The life is ever green and end of spring is out of question
Sudden emergence of dark clouds immediately threaten
Panic with shock signals is seen and felt very often
General sense will disappear and you will be struck
You will curse the almighty and very often the bad luck
I received the flowers with simple note
She might have attempted so much but nothing wrote
I found no good smell or fragrance in flowers
They were there as if untimely rain with showers
I glanced through all corners and found nothing
I expected that it may contain or have something
It bore nothing except flowers of yesterdays
I did forecast the danger in coming days
I sincerely prayed God not to end the link
It was so holy for me and not to think
My eyes had no sleep for days without any wink
I was about to collapse and going so deep to sink
She was made to believe that I may desert her
It was all done by her relatives and sister
It never struck to my mind in early days
I thought of it in seriously in approaching ways
I gazed through window to find her with rose
What does that mean with new style or pose?
I sensed no trouble and rushed to embrace
She did not waste time and offered smile on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A worth to live
Life is worth living if there is adventure
It is lovely and nice if you see future
There has to be some means and ways
The days can be passed with some hope trays
If not today, tomorrow will be bright
After dark shadow there may emrge light
Nothing remains permanent and may disappear
Life should be spent without any fear
No one has permanaent stake
You need to apply some brake
It may turn soar and not prove as sweet cake
It must be made simple and not presented as fake
It may not cut much ice
It has to be very nice
Make it live with full of promises
You got to act sensible and wise
Nothing may change at the end
Friend may not remain as friend
It is same as we see today
You may be lost on the way
Leave behind memorable feet prints
This not advice or any hint
It may be blown over in due course
The is still wroth living wihout any remorse
There is mission with definite message
You will have to clear the passage
Nothing should hinder your progress
Try to be friendly with full access
Life still remains full of charm
There is absolutely no harm
It is to be lived with full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for any type of passism
Love to live and enjoy the moments
It hardly needs explanation or comments
One has to make it simply beautiful
Only joy and enjoyment should be full
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Is Simple
Love is simple thing to understand
Whether you sit down quietly or stand
It will emerge and always come on surface
There will be sign and all over traces
It has blessings form divine spirit
There is hope even from dimly lit
It may be high or powerful light
It has to reveal only its might
You have desire to go His fold when you pray
You may be unknown for what the future course may
Still you have full faith in his future guidance and way
Love has to succeed and permanently come to stay
Why has it been permanently equated with God?
Is there anything wrong with it or involves any fraud
It is simple way of longing for true love with feelings
Meeting of two souls getting together and willing
Whether it is raining, earthquake or flood in rivers
In freezing cold where complete body shivers
Under hot sun where head try to break in pieces
Get simple joy of meeting with complete peace
Even prayers offered to God are not sincere
Some thing is hidden in heart with complete fear
Love drives them with force to reveal everything
Clearly to speak and open up to gain something
Air and cool breeze even doesn’t disturb for moment
Passers go by gently without passing any comments
They are deeply involved with the lovely life to be spent
Consider the chance as holy one and heavenly sent
It is mystery and yet to be solved with reasons
What makes a person to fall in love in any seasons?
What is that magnetic pull principle or behind the pull?
What makes their life so entertaining with happiness in full?
Love has no eyes to see cast, creed, color or religion
It has nothing to do with nation, country or any region
It may cross any barrier to over come the hurdle
No worry for rough weather dangerous sea or ships to turtle
Looking at vast sky for simple approval
Wish for blessings without any removal
Let God shower his mercy with kind eyes
Love to reign supreme devoid of any cries
Love to live with complete faith is real love
Complete system goes round and revolves
It has its own way to come up with challenge
It has deeps roots and nothing to arrange
Love is no less or more than prayers
It has relevancy in its own spheres
It has strong bond of intimacy
Love in all forms establish supremacy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kentucky Rose
Words & music: wayne kirkpatrick and michael w. smith
Sun comes up - sunday morn
On the little church where I been since I was born
And there he stood - a hearty smile
You could hear his voice ringing out for a country mile
And he could place your mind at ease
With his tenderness and a heart that aimed to please
A paupers hands - a farmers clothes
Just a preacher man we called kentucky rose
He worked the soul like he worked the land
He spoke in ways that anyone could understand
Simple words of simple faith
And when it came to love, he would go out of his way
A helping hand - a soothing chat
And he practiced what he preached - imagine that
And as far as kindness goes
There was none compared to old kentucky rose
Evening stroll cross shylers bridge
Thats when he saw the boy trapped below that rocky ridge
He knew the danger he would face
But its as if he saved the child only to take his place
For on that ridge of stone and ice
Kentucky met his maker in sacrifice
Why hes gone, God only knows
Maybe for the company of his kentucky rose
So peaceful in his sunday best
He was buried on a hill and laid to rest
When people heard they came in droves
To say their last good-byes to sweet kentucky rose
Now, on that hill one flower grows
They say it is the spirit of kentucky rose
They say it is the spirit of kentucky rose
I believe it is the spirit of kentucky rose...
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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In world to claim
No one does anything without favor
Some expectation is always there
Little greed for some kind of sure return
That is realized handsomely in turn
"You are foolish and should not have done"
"He was helpless and couldn't have gone to any one"
Family members were sometimes not happy with charitable act
As inside story was not made known to them in fact
Why not we part with little of our fortune?
If that is really blessed by almighty to large tune
Some portion may well be diverted for poor and needy
I have always felt that it was real intention of almighty
Even if you gain millions of worth and hide in cupboard
That may increase worry and the mental load
You may get tension about it being stolen
Or fear about its misuse by unknown relatives even
It is not always appreciated by people who are unfortunate
As they are not blessed by fortune and get jealous to relate
They may try to block or dishearten you for helping others
As it might take you to new heights and real cause for them to bother
Charity is considered as good act and quality
It is neither inherited not developed as capability
It is natural act and felt by inner conscience
Soul and heart act together in resonance
You need not become big donor in question
With billions of rupees to earn good name to mention
Even little gesture of kind words can earn you good name
Otherwise what else is there in world to claim?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Was It All Worth It
Words and music by queen
What is there left for me to do in this life
Did I achieve what I had set in my sights
Am I a happy man or is this sinking sand
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
Yeah now hear my story let me tell you about it
We bought a drum kit blew my own trumpet
Played the circuit thought we were perfect
Was it all worth it
Giving all my heart and soul and staying up all night
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll a godforsaken life
Was it all worth it was it all worth it all these years
Put down our money without counting the cost
It didnt matter if we won if we lost
Yes we were vicious yes we could kill
Yes we were hungry yes we were brill
We served a purpose like a bloody circus
We were so dandy we love you madly
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll this godforsaken life
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
When the hurly burlys done
We went to bali saw God and dali
So mystic surrealistic
Was it all worth it yeah yeah
Giving all my heart and soul staying up all night
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll this never ending fight
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
Yes it was a worthwhile experience
It was worth it
song performed by by Queen
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Carry on, carry on, though your burdens you still bear.
When you can sleep and not feel rested,
when your eyes are enough to haunt the dead.
When your memories of mind, heart, soul and flesh can ache,
and when the sounds of the living are beyond what you can take.
Take not your own life into your hands,
for failure will wreck thy heart in two.
Heaven and Hell can each wrestle for a piece,
and it will not have been worth what you could do.
Lift up your tired and weary hands,
and place them on the plane of your soul.
Make this a life worth living one more time,
make this whispered future more than just a goal.
Shooting From The Heart
Who can see beyond tonight
I dont know whats wrong or right
But when I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
Wish I knew a better way
I hate to use an old cliche
But when I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
Im just a man of simple words
Living tonight for all its worth
All Ive got is honesty
Touching you is touching me and
When I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
Yeah when I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
Im just a man of simple words
Living tonight for all its worth
Im just a man of simple words
Living tonight for all its worth
All these feelings coming out
The only thing Im sure about
Is when I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
When I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart
When I say I love you
Im shooting from the heart...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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How to redeem life
Pertinent question always knocking the mind,
Soul I honestly search, but answer not find,
Lucrative offers come on the way but rescind,
Unknown call from within always me remind,
I feel there is something which must be attained,
Salvation you may call but bondage not retained,
Attachment free link and true essence obtained,
Living in world but not isolation and detained,
Human life precious not to be easily lost,
Temptation more but not drawn at any cost,
May not find place when situation so worst,
I may turn good when honoured will be first,
How to lead a noble but simple life?
Will be most difficult as double edged knife,
I shall surge ahead not stop at this juncture,
Even when you find life wheel get puncture,
You may feel humiliation and path with obstacles,
Danger may lurk and not noticed by spectacles,
Not deterred by setbacks path should be found,
Worth will be mission and goal seem sound,
You are not free as surrounded by sides,
Which side to go will concern more besides,
If you choose left, right will be exposed,
So not to worry sides, trust only reposed,
Never assess good work but dump in the sea,
Either burry in ground or not attempt to see,
These small things emerge but may not matter,
It may harm more if mentioned or find utter,
This may not hamper your peaceful existence,
Life will be worth with powerful substance,
But even slight deviation or making distance,
Mission will be in jeopardy and quoted for instance.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In A World Where Money Only Matters
When your amount of money can say more about you than words of you can ever say
It does not speak volumes of the society that we have to live in today
If that only speaks of our true worth it does not say much for humanity
When you say money only matters you seem spiritually bankrupt to me.
In a World where money only matters how poor indeed we all must be
Not surprising that so many people are living in dire poverty
If a few have the most of the money what does that mean for the majority
They struggle just for to make ends meet and they are poor financially.
In this 21st century of big Corporations we now have the privileged few
The wealthy are only growing greedier as more millions in cash they pursue
And thousands they have to grow poorer for every new millionaire
And for millions all around the World about life there is nothing fair.
When we are valued by our worth in money we surely are spiritually poor
The wealthy they keep getting wealthier and for the disease of greed there is no cure
And thousands every day dying of starvation and thousands are dying of disease
And in the refugee camps of the World there are thirty million refugees
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Essence of Time
When hopes may not come after your prayers are done,
Lose not thy faith when trouble stirs your calmed mind;
Your weaknesses must die in every clasp of your hands,
But in thy words of wisdom be your path and guidelines.
Let your arms spread like wings to your highest dreams,
As high as a mountain to climb while with aching limbs;
For the greatnesses of it are the rewards you will obtain,
In full prize to own and that no one else can ever claim.
When sorrow reddens your eyes, let that teardrops fall,
Like rain, it helps one life to grow every now and then;
As each life God gave, it has its beginning and it'll end;
In prayers, we ask for more, yet we'll never know when.
A blissful time to laugh, laugh as hard as anyone can,
For a moment such like this, any day may never come;
A simple gesture, a smile, or love that you had shared,
One might find you appealing to keep as a good friend.
But, trust not from anyone's promise until time comes,
You see these blessings in your hands, then thank them;
For the rarity of one's kindness are seldom to be found,
Even in our God's house, not all of them will ever care.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Blessings
Count your blessings daily.
So you know what you can lose.
The difference between what's right and wrong.
It's up to you to choose.
Just listen to your conscience.
As it lie there very still.
Are the blessings you have not worth as much.
As a cheap and worthless thrill.
A voice that speaks inside your head.
Will say that it's okay.
So you take the chance and risk it all.
Then your blessings go away.
The trust you broke, the hurt you caused.
The love that you destroyed.
You made your life a misery.
But once it gave you joy.
It's not too late to make things right.
It may take a lot of time
To pay the price for your mistakes.
It's a mountain you must climb.
So heed these words, look up above.
For everything you lost.
If you pray, repent and make things right.
You'll rise up from your cross.
One day you may get everything back.
And have everything returned.
Just know the voice that says 'It's okay'.
Is the voice that'll get you burned.
Once you find Him, then you'll know.
How to live a life that's true.
Just ask yourself this simple phrase.
'What would Jesus do? '.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Noble and Genleman
You are not messiah, messenger or angel
Simple man on earth written in fairy’s tale
I salute to your great work but made never known
You stand as shining star and absolutely well known
People say “you are noble and gentleman”
To them you are simple and ordinary man
I know you do nothing extra ordinary
But remain among them when necessary
You are neither a social worker nor a religious person
Yet loved by them and held in high esteem by various reasons
You gave nothing of any kind that might have benefited them
Still more and more plants were coming out from stem
Why and how such transformation has taken place?
You have no personal interest or any ambition to chase
Why do the people see in you great reformer?
Where as you work little and act as only informer
You remain close their heart and guide on small matters
May be concerning to them as little earners
Still there is strong bond and you convey with sincerity
What can be good for them in terms of good quality?
Some of the people may know everything but disclose little
This may land people in problems and don’t allow to settle
They won’t trust other people who do nothing and misguide
Cheat and deceive when time comes and politely hide
You stood among them as torch bearers
Not serious leader but as respectable teacher
Not recognized from any of the big universities
But simple thinker with noble turn out and niceties
World may not take note of you at large
But you have made place in people’s heart
You may not receive noble prize or any of the reward
Millions of heart may raise their hands as award
Let your statues not come up to be unveiled
Let your work may be forgotten or failed
Still that may be widely recognized when time comes
They may shed tears in recognition and welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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