With green ground
I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad
Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age
I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation
The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend
The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily
What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks
I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening
I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even
The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always think of Heaven; Genesis
When Family creates, the best feeling around
Always think of Heaven; actually solid ground
When Family reunions, are the years' events
Always think of Heaven; you are Heaven sent
When Family members, are graduating school
Always think of Heaven; actually really cool
When Family takes a fall, then just has to rest
Always think of Heaven; it will be the best
When Family has turmoil, agony and pain
Always think of Heaven; it actually helps again
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One more rose
One more rose in our family
We all remained awake wearily
It was expected at any time
The child’s cry made clock to tick that time
We all noted arrival from heaven
The prophesy from elders was proven
It is good omen and sign in the family
Everybody must rejoice and accept it happily
Many people die childless with so much to their regret
It is blessing from heaven so not to be taken as bad luck or fate
Not all people may be that much lucky or have it with choice
So early morning cry from child was heard like cuckoo’s voice
“I will be called grandpa” how much joy it generated
Gave enough of joy and occasion was certainly to be celebrated
My feet were taking unusual steps to spread news
Though it was known to family members and to others very few
Family is like garden with all the members as beautiful flowers
Everybody takes you very seriously with respect as followers
So it becomes duty of family head to celebrate arrival as grand occasion
Throw gorgeous party and make it known to all about addition
It is unique as well routine too for all of us
Life is built and enjoyed around with trust
One life is leaving behind for other to enter
The mother earth is heavenly place or center
Life is never ending mission
To stay permanently or leave behind is not our decision
We all know about the temporary refuge here
Leave without any notice take heavenly flight to reach there
I know that it will be moment of little happiness
But it gives moment of joy amidst lots of stress
Everybody forgets pain and sorrow for few seconds
As it is graceful occasion and certainly demands (celebration)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Her Face
I could see some anxieties on her face
They were clearly visible with wrinkles
She tried not to hide but definitely revealed
Those days were painful for her and in fact real
I am from the third generation
Very strong relation indeed with solid foundation
She was happy to see all members including grand children
Nice stage to feel but worries were apparently seen
I visited her whenever came on short vacation
She expressed her attachment with kind relation
She will probe in to my eyes with satisfaction
As her life was full of struggle and indignation
She had some kind of reservation and resentment
The behavior of family members was an embarrassment
She was sore at the treatment meted out
After all she had done enough and was not to be talked about
Somehow was drawn towards her and liked
In little of idle time her memory may invade and strike
She was full of love and evenly gave it to all
But I was favorite and responded to all her calls
Other family members too were obedient and courteous
But she was feeling irritation and became often outrageous
She wanted often full attention and enough of care
They were ready in fact but scared of her temperament and did not dare
I am of the opinion that all grandmas are attached more
Children also love and show courtesy therefore
She might be getting full joy when find among children
In a stage where such period is called sultry and barren
Even thought I too have attained full parenthood
Her feelings and resentment is clearly understood
I will sit by her bed side and comfort with sentiments
She too may respond with grateful eyes and comment
I know how difficult it is to observe and feel loneliness
When you are passing secluded life with troubled phase
I felt warmth of her gesture and deeply breathed
She was everything to me as from the beginning I had watched
Not all people may be lucky enough to have grandma at home
She is always there for us to console and welcome
How greatly children feel when chased hotly by parents?
Take refuge behind her back and silently wait
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am in tears
Mom I am in tears where are you?
I miss you so much and it is true
You were like star and looked so lovely
I feel so lonely and nothing seems homely
How can I lead life better and happily?
You were complete soul for the family
Nothing could mover without your permission
You used to forgive us for all of our omissions
You closed your eyes for ever for another world
Everything changed around and turned into cold
As the relation was frozen and became customary
How to remember and make its summary?
I vividly remember it as child
You were strict but very mild
Your heart bled for my well being
I used to gaze when beautifully you were trying to sing
Was it divine or charismatic in your presence?
I had it all from you but missed in sense
May be all the children bestowed with same gift?
I did not find in her any change or shift
You brought me up in beautiful atmosphere
I grew with the age without any fear
You had all the pain and agony to bear
You were there but eyes full of tears
Was it your affection and perfect attachment?
You were enjoying the glorious moments
You spread the fragrance like rose scent
You were for me exclusively and heavenly sent
I shan’t have the same moments I entire life
I see the same feeling in my wife
She has all the qualities of good mother
How women can be different from each other
Your eyes used to twinkle like stars in the sky
I still don’t find the answer for it and why?
For any single mischief I used to feel shy
You always loved me and did not make me cry
Mom, I really miss and where you are?
Why did you leave us and gone so far?
I ask all but find no answer even from stars
Only one star laugh mildly at me and that is Mars
I am growing old but still miss you a lot
You protected me from cold and hot
You were there for me in all the way
You were the bright sun for me in a day
I find it dark without your light
You had broad vision and sight
You used to scold us but did not ignore
You awoke whole night when I peacefully snored
I weep on very day of this fateful year
You left us leaving behind in tears
Why all mothers perform such sacrifice?
We feel so sad at the time of her demise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Day We'll Meet Again
How is life in heaven Ma,
We trust you're doing well,
Back again with your Mum and Dad,
We hope you're feeling swell.
How are all your family Ma,
We pray they're doing fine,
Back together as a family,
I bet that makes you shine.
Is it really true that life is bliss,
When you find your place with God,
What was it like when you met him,
Did you make him feel overawed?
What's life like in Paradise Ma,
Is it beautiful every day,
Does happiness and peace abound
Is it really what they say.
We hope there is a ballroom Ma,
Where you can sing and dance,
Frank Sinatra with his big band sound,
Your spirit that will enhance.
Your sons and their families are doing well,
No need for you to fret,
We'll meet up again when God decides,
It's time that we all met.
It can be lonely here without you Ma,
We miss you all the time,
Memories of you keep us going though,
They truly are sublime.
We knew you weren't feeling well
It was a secret that you kept,
But that was just the way with you,
When you passed your family wept.
If there is any consolation Ma,
It's that you are now at peace,
We knew that when you left us,
Your Earthly pain would cease.
The fact you are in Heaven now,
Does help to ease our pain,
We also have the knowledge that,
‘' One Day We'll Meet Again ''
Three children
Three little children.
One with a home.
One sitting on a thrown.
The last child only skin and bones.
One child lives happily with his family.
One child sits alone; his family won’t spare the time
The last child watches his mother die.
One child has a few new toys.
One child has the best toys anyone can imagine.
The last child plays with sticks and stones.
One child attends public school.
One child stays home and studies alone.
The last child has to cook and has never opened a book.
The children become men.
One man is off to war.
One man is sitting behind a jail door.
The last man is very far from poor.
poem by Yvette Carbajal
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
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Simple from distance
Simple from distance
We are happy and married couple
Held hand with trust to face all the troubles
Never to leave bond under any circumstances
As life had made us one by God and not by chance
Life seemed simple from distance
We hoped to sail through at once
Vowed not to mind and look at lapses
There may be many errors with full of misses
I looked at iron ups and down image of grill and understood the message
Life was meant to be a struggle with no smooth passage
Husband and wife was to face formidable challenges
Despite known ups and own in coming age
I held his hand tight and measured length
It was to be long and long horizon of earth
Quite illusive with deceptive appearance
We got to face and live with its presence
We smiled at each other and got on with good started
Life is definitely a big task with beautiful art
Even though heard about it from friends and relatives
We were firm in our stand and very selective
I reassured him from my side and promised
Life was knows to us and never surprised
Some of the things were bound to happen
Whether accepted with smile or pain even
I look forward towards sky and its family
How do they spend their time happily?
If they have romantic life with magic pull
Why can't we make life lovely and beautiful?
We are new to such magnificent start
Now I have become somebody's inseparable part
It must be my Endeavour to be faithful
As is the guiding stone to make it successful
I smile with full satisfaction
As it has added new dimension to the relation
We are only emissary of almighty to prove
That life is given to us to remain steady and move
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On number of occasions
On number of occasion I was kissed by elders
There were cousin brothers and sisters
They will pick me and raise above ground
I was the only object for them to be found
They will call me by pet name
I will feel let down with shame
Even though it was freely used by all
I did not like it and did not answer by that call
Some of the beautiful girls too would come close and tease
They will try to play with me and make me feel at ease
Such family events were organized at good intervals
It was quite fun and amusement on all members’ arrival
I was notorious and give them some worry
I will touch dust and dirt and later on say sorry
They will not mind and rather pick me only to kiss on forehead
I was their favorite as little master and walked before them or ahead
I tried to understand the feeling behind such lovely kisses
I would rub of the cheeks as soon as they would finish
I was forcefully made to surrender to their wishes
They would then turn their attention to the sweet dishes
Such powerful gathering can be found only in family occasions
All are cordially invited to be the part of the memorable functions
It could be marriage anniversary, birth day or some wedding
It will be with great fun fare and in mood of completely celebrating
In this atmosphere I missed mother’s kisses and affection
She had altogether different approach with mild action
She will pick and take me among the relatives
I will enjoy later on and mix among all with love
It was not because she was mother hence I missed
It was different approach and way that she kissed
She had nothing to show her love to anybody
It was for all to see and judge as I was not somebody
Small kids are always centre of attraction
They are liked for their way of talking and manner less action
I was small kid in comparison with all
I was getting attention as they will push me for fall
Mother would watch me from the distance
She will always keep me before her eyes or presence
She will take full care to see that I am not harmed by anybody
She will often ask and indicate to daddy
As I was always loved by family and relatives
I too paid full respect later as they deserved
They had high hope in me for their future
I was too little to understand that time for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This ones for my family
This ones for my family
People whom will never comprehend how much they mean to me
Without these shooting stars in my life
I have no ability
No clarity
No journey
No happiness or glory
These wishes that have come true
Beautiful and pure
So full of angel innocence and grace
Each and every one could never be replaced
I love them all so much they define where in this world I have a place
I want them all to know
How much I adore each passing second they grow
My love for them will never fade or go
Like sunsets every time they amaze me in there natural beautiful glow
Colour and radiance that is forever shown
You are my family and I miss you all so much
You are my family and forever I look forward for your touch
You are my family and share my make up
You are my family and I swear we will never break up
But stay strong and close
Drinking from the same cups
You are my family and for each and every one
I will never give up
In my dreams to help us rise up
For you are my family
You and you alone embody everything in my life’s eternity.
The tears that dropp from my cheek as I write
Come so naturally like stars in the night
For any time I sit and think about you all
My eyes well up and let them fall
Water from a well of emotion
Drawn to reflect my complete and utter devotion
To this love I have inside that is a natural potion
Taken from the same ocean
You are my family and I am surrendered to your hypnotism and wisdom
Your perfection in creation
The very reason my life has passion.
I love you all so much My Mother, Sisters and Brother
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Why Children?
Why children occupy our full attention
We daily talk about and make mention
Wherever we go we carry some impression
Always praise with happiness and nice expressions
Some of the childless families miss the opportunity
It is divine gift offered to us with fine quality
So many couples may be offering prayers to have child
They may consider themselves unlucky and blind
Almighty has done fairly well for all human beings
The happiness desce4nds and bell rings
The child’s arrival is accepted with grace
So much happiness is seen on the face
One simple smile from child makes our life beautiful
Whole world seems to be within our reach and looks full
What is missing in our life thereafter?
Nothing else, only happiness and bursting into laughter
How a dropp of rain can bring life to seed?
How a soul comes into being and really freed?
What a lovely life when comes to play a role?
Intimacy with all and breathing as noble soul
What do we make thereafter in real world?
Love to live with love or create hate fold
Drag every one in new strategy to cheat
Consider it milestone and great feat
We abuse the child and push them to one side
We force their destiny and compulsorily decide
The perceptional difference is very wide
We sometimes don’t take precaution to hide
Let us not undermine importance of children
They are like messiahs and flowers even
What do we expect from their innocence?
Make life so lovely in their presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A joy in life
What is not there in life?
Children and beautiful wife
Mother, father including sisters
Sisters are out in search of misters
Children play ball game and throw
Happiness and joy freely flow
I feel happy and shine glow
It is mixture of feelings readily to show
There is joy and unhappiness
Anger mixed with liveliness
What to hide and what to show?
It has all the colors of rainbow
Peace on face represents white
Cheeks glow with redness bright
Anger and agony to represent black
Rope is tied around the neck
Instability is represented by red
Life in danger always to be led
Rumors and fears not to be fed
Keeping them together as a head
Life may represent charm with green
The family will be happy and clearly seen
All colors to have some peculiar position
It is fine blend of all the composition
Ups and down may come and go
We may remember seasons and not forgo
Life is to be lived with full enthusiasm
It is to be simple and not confined to idealism
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All about facts
Many years later I was to be told about facts in real
It was lavish celebration for new born arrival
There was great pomp and show to mark the birth
If it was possible they could have decorated complete earth
This is how people celebrate the event
For them it is pride and memorable moment
Who knows what fortune the born may bring?
Will he turn poor or become mighty king?
The luck may prove wrong and events may turn
The fun enjoyed at birth time may take ugly turn
The same pomp and show is not seen and there descends gloom
The extravagance is over and all are confined to single room
Well these are all predictions and has nothing to do
The things shape up not as per our desire to go through
It has all the relevance with continuance of long journey
There may remain poverty or accumulation of enormous money
The fortune is linked to child’s birth in family
Then good moments are remembered very easily
At every occasion it is repeated in good gathering
All credit is given auspicious birth and glimmering
What birth has to do with future events?
What linkage can be made for bad moments?
It might have shaped as per the changing schedule
There is no specific lay out or time module
It may be considered as bad omen
If misfortune is brought by any woman
It might have happened due to any other reason
We have tendency to pas on the blame to particular person
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Family I love
love my family with my hold heart.
My love is Joy to love my family
Family is sad and happy and love.
Family is fun and painful and pretty.
My family is like all families we have
love and we have happiness and tears
I love my hold family
My family is like angels who fly in sky
I am grateful that I have family that loves
me.
My family are kind and nice and fun to be
around
My family is painful like all familys are and
heart breaking and Evil sometimes
My family is heart breaking and deadly like
everyone else
Hey I can't stop loving my family not matter what
it coats in the family.
Way my family is just makes me want have family
with someone be as good as they are.
But God know I love my family
and our love is great to have in life
and even know they leave he world they still
a live in my hearts.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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Label of a Child
When I first met him, he was just a small little child,
He was so sweet and innocent, meek, and mild.
His future was shining through his brilliant little eyes,
Unaware of the coming troubles, conflicts and lies.
As he watched me with eyes full of curiosity,
He stayed back alittle, just evaluating me.
He was now labed, as a child of divorce,
He didn't know the term 'divorce' of course.
His dad stood by him with deep passion and love,
The kind of love that comes from heaven above.
No one could touch him, if not through his dad,
It's a story of love, we all wish we had
As time crawled on, he was still unsure,
He watched and waited for love that was pure.
Not the forced love, just because of birth
The type of love that shows a child's worth.
One day, the child dropped his defenses
And asked, Will you be my mom? , in a complete sentence.
I offered my heart, my world, and my life,
to this little boy who was riddled with strife.
As the years passed, a strong family grew,
A 'divorced' family? Nobody knew.
We over came much trouble and strive,
But we have a strong family and a terrific live.
So, when you come into a relationship, where's there a child,
Go slowly and patiently, gently and mild.
Remember, a 'step' is something under your feet,
It should never been used on a child, please be discreet.
The only thing that child should ever hear,
Is, I love you deeply and I need you near.
Don't label that child as step or divorced
That causes deep sadness and total remorse!
Just say I love you to your child every day,
Then the love of that child will never go away.
poem by Donna Kay Patterson
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This is not a family
This is not a family...
No not to me... a family is people who are there for you they are the people that you trust to make sure your okay they are the people that believe in you and they are the people who will never lie to you and always be honest
This is not a family...
For a family its pretty sad to think we treat one another as nothing talk to eachother as if we dont care for one another and backstab and walk on one another because we can
This is not a family...
I use to think i had it good till i grew up and relized family shouldnt bring eachother down... family shouldnt make you cry... family shouldnt make you think you will be nothing and stay nothing for....
This is not a family...
Instead its just a sad excuse of people who put up with eachother not because they want to but because they have to... for this family that i have i hope that all of you will soon relize before its too late that i love my family... and i believe in my family... and that even though my household is not right at all... i know that i will become something... not because you make me think i cant... its because i believe in myself and with that i know i will someday do great things...
FOR this is not a family...
but it is my family
poem by Andrea Thanasas
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My Little Star
Today I see in you refection
Exactly it was when gave some indication
You were only child in family
That had graced our family
How great I had felt when you were born
Brother was adamant and remained stubborn
You, as girl, were not wanted or desired
But we all were happy, rejoiced and admired
'What will you want to be when growing young'?
'Scientist' you were quick to reply and sing
You were lovely child and liked by all
We all were scared when you started to walk and had frequent fall
You were brilliant in your studies
You always insisted on some kind of thesis
A genuine quality generally seen in bright students
And later on to prove as major event
I feel proud when see you around
You are on your strong way to be found
I gather the impression that you are most intelligent
A lovely child in our home as heavenly sent
I have seen you growing in stages
You were gifted with extra qualities with an age
I was sure of your golden letters on page
A day not far off when you will shine with an age
I wish you a great success and bright carrier
And also pray that you face no barrier
Your path should be smooth one and straight
Where you are not burdened with worries and weight
I remember your father when she had sent you here
He had all expectations but was afraid and scared with fears
I had to do all pleading when he was about to break down
All his emotions were turned into grief and made known
I am in tears when old memory takes me over
I want no hand kerchief to offer me cover
My eyes are wet but with emotions and joy
I want this day to be celebrated and enjoyed
You are our inspiration and destiny
It has been dream in our family
That you may shine and bring glory
That was all we prayed to God almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kumana
There is no life
but Family.
When I am young
I live with my Family.
When I grow up
I leave my Family.
When I am lonely
I miss my Family.
When I am drunk
I reverse-charge my Family.
When I pass away
I unite my Family.
There is no life
but Family.
poem by Ali Eckermann
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Hello Uncle
'Hi and hello uncle! Do you remember me? '
I turned back to see a face smiling one and lovely
'No dear friend' I apologetically surrendered
So as not to look useless and wondered
'Chand'* is my name and do you recollect?
You were kind enough to take care and act
Today I own a farm house and live with family
Happy one and blessed of two children by almighty
The past moments rushed on the screen
Oh yes, beautiful face was almost seen
Early morning cry from a garbage heaps
Where he was abandoned with nothing in lips
I used to go for stroll with spaces very fast
The distant cry was heard along with dog's bark
I rushed to the spot and found lovely child
His eyes were closed after pronged cry but nevertheless not blind
I called for help but turned with no response
It was isolated place and invited bad fragrance
The child was wrapped in dirty cloth
Moving legs and raising hands both
I thought for a while and picked up the boy
Even though I had full family but it did annoy
I cursed the mother who had deserted child
Yet I was sympathetic and now turned mild
I thought for several days and made frantic search
I failed in all the attempts but could not reach
My faith forbade me to rear child of unknown descent
I decided to give him to a childless friend and sent
I felt relieved when found that he was nursed properly
Coming up with age and raised very orderly
Many years passed there after and I lost the touch
I wondered how boy could remember me with long absence as such
I was fed with about your generosity by my foster parent
Showed your photo and reminded me of chance as heavenly sent
I could recognize you and rushed for the blessing
'Can I touch your feet' as for all these year I was chasing
I remained motionless for several moments
How a boy remembered me for such nice comment?
Was that not the humanity call I responded with?
Few tear drops rushing in eyes as tongue remained tight behind teeth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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