Who Am I?
Who am I on this universe?
Blessings for others or simple curse
I rely on friend's observation and compile
Chose a path and pause meanwhile
Am I biggest beggar, bloger or server?
None of the above yet prove as a good writer
I read many articles and come across
Appreciate others but feel the loss
Why am I not like others?
How do they excel and come across?
I have left this to anybody's guess
As there are lot many questions to face
Let the poets claim originality?
Go on roof top and acclaim personality
Also sing in praise about contents and quality
But alas! The beggar soul betrays capacity
Ideas are definitely coming from some one
Built nicely and interwoven from any one
So real beggars are fortunate
At least they get some cash to relate
As the beggars collect their share in the evening
The opportunist poets get lions share in the morning
Get no where and bogged down when real time comes
No one may appreciate it fully when approaches time to welcome
I am clear as far as writing is concerned
I am not at all disturbed at what others do and remain discerned
Nature, sky and stars remain there from the origin of universe
We can pick many things from them of course
There is no shame in frank admission
As to reach out to people is our only mission
Now it matters less who reaches out first
They have built and have confidence with trust
I shall repeat and endorse if some ideas are really worthwhile
It may not be my original work to speak fairly about style
Yet some purpose is served to build love and trust
That is all we are here for and that vision is must
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
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No to sorrow
Can little sweetness be added to sorrow?
Can sadness be not pushed aside for tomorrow?
When both are interwoven to each other
Why to think of them more and bother?
Pure or true love can never deceive
Warmth and feelings we always receive
Best ideas emanate from within and peace be conceived
Does that speak of real intention as goal is perceived?
Let love speak and not remain or confine within
Eyes must reveal and nothing should remain in
It is very much essential and must prevail at last
Acceptance should be made known very fast
I must acknowledge it as God sent gift
Why to have in life more tussles and rift?
We should never change stand and shift
Switch over from one to another should be very swift
I am prepared to forgo prestige and pride
Why in love it should be sought and hide?
Simple admission of true feelings and no guilt
Trust the opinion and strong foundation to be built
I shall seek no favor in return
Let my love grow and cause no concern
Earnest desire must be explained in turn
Let there be real union without any heart burn
May be in my life today is the happiest day
I will continue to seek and have my way
Let her remain true to her conscience and say
Never will we be separated, come what may!
Things may prove difficult if it turns out differently
Both have to think it honestly and approach separately
Time may run out us and not allow us to unite
Passion may remain passion only and within ignite
We may take steps to see that it doesn’t turn ugly
It may be too early also to forecast it so early
Still it will remain our top priority to tackle the issue
We must get in turn what ever is destined to be due
We will not be cowed down with by unexpected events
We will face it bravely when it is made known very next moment
We will not allow it to happen and take us completely by surprise
But all possibilities are definitely there and bound to arise
We shall from now on shed no tears and face the reality
We shall stand firm and come up bravely for any eventuality
It has to be faced with as if dealing with any of the disaster
We must carve out the way and destiny as done by master
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I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
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For Our Future
They were real kings
His Highness majesty who could sing
Turn the fortune and change the fate
They had everything at disposal to relate
They left it behind
For world to find
To help the poor
And worked from door to door
They were great and may be remembered
For their contribution and what they have offered
To live with peace and brotherhood
In life they practiced and understood
They were real supporter
To work for people as porter
Carry out their plight and pain
Into life of their own
With great vision and mission
The great Ashoka made frank admission
'Love and compassion is the only way'
Hatred must go away
We on our part
Can pick little from their humanitarian art
At least to show some compassion
If not deteriorate but build the good relation
We need stable world
To live with unison and in one fold
Not to speak with threatening posture
But to build world for our future
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Verses Form
To write well doesn't amount means to fight
It is well within ambit and right
The words come out in form of spirit of light
That flashes across mind and travel straight
The readers are wise enough
To pick what is smooth and what is rough!
A path that can satisfy their urgent need
Put control over worldly things and greed
Real poet is one that makes you laugh
Remains with you in happiness till last
Share grief with solace in real sense
Without adding any fuel to make you tense
Some of the poets unnecessarily force their views
Never come out of moon light and it's over view!
We can praise the nature but not exactly in imagery
It has something to do with human nature and misery
Many people prefer dark for the want of real guidance
That can't be provided by good books at once
It has to have ever lasting effect with bold assertion
Not to have any excuse at last minute of desertion
It is known from first instance
When words are put for acceptance
Readers come out with emphatic yes
Or no with annoyance on their face
I shall put it bluntly
The poems should not go silently
It has its own role to play
Remain at heart and permanently stay
What after all is the verses form?
When people remain loosely attached and well informed
We are committed to human cause
We can't afford to have even little pause
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Claim on high note
It is good to claim on high note
One can be appreciated if he admitted it and wrote
If something is written only to project as good act
We know for sure the human weakness and react
It is difficult to resist the temptation
It has nothing to do with pure or fake relation
When it comes to the real testing of will
We will definitely have nothing but shame to feel
Hardly some percent may claim virginity on high ground
It is never questioned but certainly rare to find
We may clap at the frank admission of guilt
It may not a strong basis on which anything can be built
It is Lovely and nice to ask for purity
As we often insist for fine blend of quality
Nothing can be assured in return
To go for real check is your turn
We all can and try to gain sympathy
Yet we can avoid pain and apathy
People will only applaud for good oratory
We only have to repent for sin and feel sorry
If we have acted nicely in time with high morale
You have fresh air to breathe or inhale
The memory may fade away as bad dream
It will bite your conscious even if not dream
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Quality or color
It is not the quality or color
The originality of substance that really matters
It is outer beauty that appeals us more
Otherwise any creation by almighty stands to adore
Every natural objected is expected to prove
Show to the world about quality and move
What they stand for and what can be objective?
Function may be different but color can’t be selective
Color differentiation is common in our mind
We compare to outer show and elegantly find
To out utter dismay something may not appeal
But fact remain same and work may speak real
We are very much color conscious
Even though at heart we may be very pious
We like the white color but don’t hate
Other colors as they have importance to state
Dark doesn’t speak bad or cast gloom
You may think seriously about it in room
Darkness frightens you with slight fear
You even forget to differentiate who is very dear
Nature makes it more important with the advent of cuckoo
Morning becomes melodious with sweet music through
She has only one mission and that too make human being alert
Bring all energy in store and try to fully exploit or convert
Crow makes it little vicious
He is not prepared to share the delicious things
But his mission makes it more important
The garbage or dirt is removed very instant
So something is do be done purely on merit
Purely on the basis of color, we should not try to ignore or omit
Every object has got identity of its own
They will be pointed subjectively and distinctly known
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Miser by nature
Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation
Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood
It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance
Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers
Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense
It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought
Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality
I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed
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For new poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Imagery Animal
Poets are imagery animals
Wait for thoughts arrival
Think a lot and then write
Use head more to ignite
Thoughts are burnt
Wish ashes to turn
Into new form to upraise
The status to be up and praised
But normally they are quiet
Allow things to let
Down at low level
With proper time to excel
Now millions come up like flowers
Even without rainy showers
They are product of fast age
Not much to impress with each page
One in million stars is praised
Taken to recognition and believed
Poets are known as star family
Twinkle little in their own capacity
Not all may be able to speak with authority
Some may define imagery love and some may praise almighty
Some may put with all the times to remember and some with variety
It is all about poets tenure and may not be remembered like deity
It is their job to create pure imagination
Sometimes to be painted with correct relation
Not all the incidences pure images
Some ideas are meant to take out souls from the cages
It is reasonable stand to expose
To be known as poet and pose
With whatever capacity and thrust
The poet's position is commendable and is must
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Versatilty
I think that I can claim to be
a poet who is versatile.
I try to write my poetry
in varied form and varied style.
I emulate and imitate
styles of great poets of the past.
To show that I appreciate
poets that time has over cast.
Although long dead their words live on.
A source of inspiration to
poets today.Though they’re long gone
and I give credit where its due.
Although some things I write are new
I cannot trace their origin.
I trust my muse as poets do.
She prods me until I begin.
She tells me there is no such thing
as writers block there cannot be.
A poor excuse for not writing
I’m not allowed to be lazy
That’s something she won’t tolerate
and drags me from my bed to write.
Though I protest the hour is late.
She is insistent that I write.
If she should choose to stay away
I’d seize the opportunity
to simple have a lazy day
Without my conscience pricking me.
11-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Not a Word of Criticism
Not a word of criticism
But confine to a world of humanism
Of starts and sky of moon light
Only love in same places at night
Some fasciations of unknown life
Knowing not about the double edged knife
Yet trying to touch the emotions and plight
Trying to find the ways and means right
Poets are not meant to please
They must come out and release
Whatever they can contribute
Whether in peace time or in dispute
They may share the burden
Contribute a lot to remove the hurdles
Create awareness by useful writing
Educate the people and discourage violence and fighting
They need not fear prison
They can’t be pushed in without any reasons
The sedition and trial is something different
Patriotism and humanism is praise worthy movement
Don’t shy away from real task
It can flare up emotions at start
There need not be adding of anything
It may prove worthwhile and something
Poets are not born but origin from nowhere
The plight and sufferings make them to rise from somewhere
They fight with pen and not with weapon
As battles are never lost but always won
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Poetry Obsession
I have been writing poetry for just over a year;
That I love poetry, I guess, it's perfectly clear.
My output, to date, has been really quite prolific.
I feel pleased with my work, but it's not terrific.
Now is the time for me to make a confession:
For me, poetry has become a bit of an obsession!
Now I find that, sometimes when I speak,
My sentences unintentionally rhyme! Eeek!
My poems total over three hundred in number;
Sometimes, composing them affects my slumber.
Of my poetry, I admit I feel really rather proud,
But I feel way too shy to read them out aloud.
Often, when I'm out walking, or I'm sat on a train,
Ideas will manifest themselves deep in my brain.
I often find myself spending quite some time,
Pondering the two factors of rhythm and rhyme.
My poems all rhyme: I don't write in ‘free verse':
In unrhymed poetry, myself, I just can't immerse.
To me, poetry which rhymes seems more precise:
It has a better finish, and it just sounds, well, nice!
At my poems online, people have been gazing,
But I would disagree that my work is ‘amazing'.
From all over the world, I am quite often sent
From fellow poets, some encouraging comments.
I have chosen some of my poems to put in a book;
My local bookshop is selling it! Please take a look!
I was thrilled when they agreed to sell it in-store;
They sold the entire first batch, and asked for more!
My dream job is to become a really famous writer;
I know it's a tough journey, but I'm a real fighter.
For sitting, writing poetry, I would love to get paid:
Maybe, if I keep plodding onwards, I will one day!
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Beggars Day
If this is heaven, then Im in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well
While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through
Chorus:
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Ive lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride
*and I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy cant save me, all your mercy cant save me
All your mercy cant save me
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Lead:
Its beggars day
You know its beggars day
Because its beggars day
See this love, Ive stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelins are true
Repeat *
Chorus (2x)
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An ache to bear
You ache but not beat
You remain calm but don’t heat
You will definitely find
Cool partner and very kind
Your hart if full of feeling
You want to go along and willing
Wish to surrender and obey
Inner call and silently pray
God, take me to safety
I trust you O, almighty
Bless us always and have some pity
I consider it as holy bond and not treaty
Shall I take it as first good sign?
Leave all the worries and resign
Come to bow and totally surrender
Be my true savior and path finder
Your eyes are so powerful and bear
Shine of universe but still in tears
What does it show to me as disciple?
I respect all holy books including Bible
I trust each and every word
Golden and beautiful from lords
Help me o, lord to take me forward
Put me in place where I needn’t look backward
I find total love in every object
How can I be insensitive and reject?
I have no reason to suspect the subject?
I wish to have special eye to make the contact
I love to live with higher aim
Look down with humbleness and never claim
It is you who will take me to shore
No ill feeling and hatred I abhor
I used to think about future
I was totally in dark and unsure
It may click at destined hour
I was happy and never felt sour
Come and shine my heart with divine light
Let it see through vision a clear sight
Ability to judge what is wrong and right
Always trust for love and no fight
Will I ever go down in life as inhuman?
Will be known as shame as woman or man?
Will it be construed as curse or shame?
Will I not have good name or fame?
What I do when find no solution in sight?
I sincerely wish for good and approach you right
You always fill me with courage and strength
I too take vow not to comprise and go to any length
Lord, lead me kindly to the light from dark
Let there be no ignition even from spark
Let whole world breathe in peace with harmony
There is no need to be blessed with wealth or money
I take this opportunity to confess in real
You offer the wounds but certainly heal
I may take it as blessings and good sign
I shall remain happy and feel it fine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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I Could Wink No More
I could wink no more
Endless wait and more to explore
She may rush to see me
Make me feel easy and free
Things are not happening my way
She has willingly gone away
To search new poems for world
Here I shiver with fear and feel cold
Natural poets need no seclusion
The idea comes out amidst confusion
Heart cries out with pain and agony
Here comes out poem naturally
She has her own style to project
Catch fancy ideas and inject
Into fine piece from the trajectory
To flow with plot without feeling sorry
She lacks good punch
Sometimes misses out her complete lunch
When she is with me and around
Her presence is no where to be found
She may not respond to my query
Look at sky, get some answer and feel merry
She whispers sometimes' you have elegant style'
I shall catch your glimpse and write meanwhile
She is extraordinary and has beautiful face
I look at her secretly and participate in race
I get inspiration from her endless search
I paint those ideas in my poem before she finally reaches
Alas! She could take me along
I know her well and never gone wrong
But she trusts me only in day to day affair
Poetry is her exclusive domain and to some extent she is fair
I will bring her to some sense by pinching
She may feel offended as if I was clinching
Her ideas and plots very much needed
I express sorry and regret and shake head as point conceded
Does any one think that two people should not be of same quality?
Working in same field with equal zeal and capability?
I feel it as unnecessary reference and slip away
She has her own style and elegant way
She will speak with me for endless hours
Make fine gesture with sweet words while on tour
I shall fail to smile but understand her personality
She is there to stay in my life as wife and strength of morality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love and sex
“I am confused with love and sex”
I was argued straight on face
I had to answer with full logic
As human relation has its basic
It is nothing but one supplement to another
No one can lead it without either
One must understand the basic concept of nature
Life can be understood fully and made sure
We are basically wild animal but refined
With change of time very nicely defined
But basic instinct remain that of animal
We go wild and put the shows dismal
Not that we can not control and regulate
Not that we can not express or relate
But at certain time we are driven crazy
Very fast at acceptance and never a lazy
It spoils the relation at first
Some hurry may make it worst
The sexual desire may overcome frankness
The relation is soured and results in hardness
I would not mix love with lust
No one can deny it is not must
Whether it is through love or one sided
It has some reason behind and very much provided
So when I demand for it means little of importance
It may be often or once a while or at once
That gives little of satisfaction for some union
That can lead on to prove good companion
This is how some of the good relations are built
It has no bad intention to be called guilt
They are nicely understood and given go ahead
Life is to be made smooth with resolve to lead
I shall. not shroud it in thick cloud
To malign it often speak so loud
Love demands strict confidence and privacy
It may strengthen with more of its frequency
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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