Years in exile
I am back after years in exile
Barring few new things nothing has changed for while
Same way of living and same style with existence
All for the good and no where any pretence
Nice were those days when we had well past time
Those were childhood days and considered as very prime
Everything was enjoyed with abundance of love and affection
It was funny, idiotic and coupled with very rash action
Nice age to remember along with all old friends
We were all known and member of notorious bands
No one may dare to point out or complain at home
We will be given no thrashing but only welcome
We knew well that critical days were ahead
It will prove all crucial to sustain and lead
Childhood was passing off like snow
We were coming up at speed with tendency to grow
We were in exile in our own country
Subjugated by other countries and ruled by many
Forbidden to visit any place as guarded by sentry
We were considered as dangerous for any entry
We had planned to throw them out forcibly
It was known to us that they will pay it very dearly
We had never chosen bloody path and even thought it rarely
It was not good option might have not come up fairly
All kind of terror was let loose on public
They wanted to turn it more tragic
Braking up of moral for us was their logic
But we knew it well as what could be its basic
No country can be kept under heels for longer period
There may be chances of uprising to fill the void
Though some steps may be taken for casualties to avoid
Still it may be little harsh when plan is laid
The youngsters or youth are always considered as stumbling block
They may be well prepared for final assault with surprise attack
As the public sentiments run high and turn against enemy
The scene later on may prove to be suicidal and stormy
Whatever the case may be, we were picked as possible threat
We were forbidden to see each other or meet
We were virtually pushed into heavily defended barricade
Still it could not crush us, stop or forbid
Those days have passed of with bitter memory
We are not sore at plight or feel very sorry
We only lament the treatment meted out to children
They were forbidden to come out in street for play even
We had chosen to leave the area once for all
It was of our choosing but a distress call
We could hardly offer any justice for it
Today I witness no change as people openly move and greet
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Enough of turmoil
The country has witnessed enough of turmoil
The public anger is on rise and mood boils
No one feels secure in present day leadership
The sea is not rough but threatening the ships
How to cope up with immoral forces?
They are roaming with honor without any remorse?
This is the scene of today’s politics
No morality, no principles and ethics
Who will bell the cat and save?
What country has not done for them and gave?
Poor are still poor and face with cruel misery
Who can think of little respite which is essential and necessary?
Don't be disheartened with recent happenings
It is good omen and nice beginning
The big heads are exposed for wrong doings
They will be shamed their human being
No notes may save from public ire
They will provide examples for satire
Country can not be bartered or traded
Punishment for wrong acts is now really dreaded
They will be on run and we may rejoice
People have no good option or choice
Students, industrialists and woman are not secured
Country’s future is not at all assured
When revolution takes many heads may roll on surface
They may have to reply to people and certainly face
The coming days may prove very crucial
The movement can not be called prejudicial or racial
It has backing of popular will and support
They can’t suppress their voice and resort to
Such action may prove their waterloo on ground
Such outrage and public defraud is never found
The country can be put on top of everything
No person is allowed to do contrary or something
People can tolerate it to a certain level
They have given them enough time to perform and excel
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Emotional Farewell
I stepped out from my railway coach
I was in hurry and wanted to reach
I was abinitio with forces and returning home
I thought all will be waiting for me to welcome
It was first national call to join the forces
People responded well to be seen in dresses
It was honor to be defended at by any means
We never intended to dismember other country or tried to win
I recall those turbulent days when nationalism was at its peak
Everybody wanted to defend the country with emphatic speak
I decided to go in with no other thought in mind
The future course left for later on to find
The day before mother was worried and restless
She had cried so much and was seen on the face
She had all the pride to take for my action
But unknown fear was reflected on face as reaction
I had deep emotional farewell
They expected me al the good luck with wishes so well
I had emotional burst and wanted to tell
My throat was choked and I had only sadness to feel
Even today service to motherland is considered noble
People come to your help if seen in trouble
This shows deep and high regard for serving man
As person has well dignified to attract the fans
I thought many aspects and came back to old memory
How all thought I will be unsafe and felt so sorry!
I was considered to be on risky mission
But my mom remained like with nom confusion
I bowed my head for her in respect
She was all for me to support in any act
I looked back and found her like rock
She was almost there with energy and stock
I see the same trees, people and environment
Nothing has changed and required no comment
I only had undergone some considerable change
I was now trained man as soldier and not teenage
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Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
Hed be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And Id spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old mr. fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And hed say howdy when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I dont know why I set fire to his place
Oh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you shouldve seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
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These Are The Days
Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be
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Guilty and Sad
It makes me feel guilty and sad
When some one calls me bad
It is so particularly in the case of spy
Valiant attempt for motherland but suicidal try
“Don’t do the work that may send you in jail”
“Attempt at nothing that may curtail your freedom and fail”
Sir, I cry today as my years have been spent in dungeon
Living hell for a person to undergo strict terms of prison
What you can term as living hell on earth?
He posed a question virtually fearful of death
They tried virtually to kill me by breaking feet and hands
As my mind was so much infused with love for motherland
Can you believe almost 30 years with prison sentence?
How much agony and pain to be spent with mind so much tense?
No one was there to talk with and see the light of the day
Food to be served with insult and sometimes thrown away
I was handcuffed and tied with locks on feet
To be kicked with filthy language as if to greet
“Traitors are to be treated with same treatment”
Such words used to be hurled as comments
Today I am out from prison and back to country
I thank everybody for efforts made and particularly the almighty
Without his blessings I couldn’t have seen light of the day
Such is the experience and mission to be undertaken in hazardous way
I have no regrets for services rendered to the cause of motherland
Yet I may advice people to remain away and act as friends
I have lost everybody and put to shame by label of prisoner
I pray almighty to free me from that label sooner
It will be considered as no sacrifice if done for noble cause
The countries at war sometimes resort to such practice
Yet nothing should be done to create bad blood and hatred
It is their affair and must be allowed freely to be led
I cry not for the mistreatment caused in enemy territory
But maltreatment meted out at home as an adversary
Not sympathy or words of praise for undergoing torture
What could have I expected from enemy as nice treatment for sure?
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Mothers always
Mothers always support their children
Don't leave them alone in critical times even
Whatever the case may be
She will make the children to feel free
After attaining comfortable position
We relate incidence with nice composition
It is nice to admit sweet memory
When she is no more with us to feel sorry
As the cycle changes, we move on
From childhood to adulthood we have smoothly gone
There we act differently and behave
Forget about her part as if didn't have
But childhood memory may never fade
As mother never considered this as trade
It was natural bonding and love
She always comforts us when we go to her
Females generally in any form stand with respect
They are caring and kind when time comes to act
It may be natural inheritance for the girl in fact
Where as males behave differently and strongly react
God has given them kind heart
They always remain as inseparable part
Till death they won't leave us for a moment
She has nothing to feel bad about us or resent
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An honourable exile
It is great tragedy if you have to leave the country
You may be charged with sedition or staging mutiny
You might be termed as terrorist or person non-grata
Your photos are displayed to main entry points with bio-data
In all such sense you are debarred from entering
There may be high alerts for your cornering
The state is afraid of unrest in all parts of the states
You might be gunned down even at the gates
In cases of out laws, it is welcome step and desired
The ban against economic offenders is also admired
There is red corner notice to nab them from wherever they are
There hide out is made known even if they fled away very far
These are compulsory exile steps meant at avoiding the sabotage
The divisive forces may come out in open and take advantage
Some of the criminals are also debarred from one state to another and expelled
Their design to wreck the law and order situation is stubbornly repelled
The person who is involving against the state is expelled from the country
His presence in state is considered as threat to national boundary
He is immediate threat to national security and territorial integrity
They have been sent away to other countries who offer them their nationality
When countries were under slavery, the freedom fighters were waging war
They were handcuffed and put in jails or send to exile
They had no other option but to fight for freedom for a while
They had all the miseries and tortures devoid of smile
For them exile meant a safe refuge to raise the banner
It was help from host country to fight still further
They are considered exiles but prevented from any armed struggle
They have to confine to the policies and not to create any trouble
It is not bed of roses for them but still a comfortable zone
They may be undesirable and unwanted but still very prone
Nobody appreciates their presence on their soil
The locals attack on them but many times foiled
History speaks for itself for such freedom fighters
So may people support those including writers?
It is struggle for countrymen who are under foreign domain
If whole hearted support is not given to them then their struggle will go in vain
How many could escape before going into exile?
Many fall victims to state torture and killed
Lucky most survived and preferred an exile
The country may get freedom bringing back honor and smile
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Missed everything
I missed everything that was connected
It never flooded mind and affected
Yet occupied most of the time
Tears may role out from eyes sometimes
Today we are fully grown up
Be always ready on feet and jump
As life has remained a great challenge
Sometime proving difficult and hard to mange
I missed childhood street plays
When we used to run all over the ways
In rain to rush and have dance in showers
Friends will also run after and follow
How to forget class rooms and colleagues?
Secretly managing all answers and clues
Without the knowledge of class teacher
All notorious guys throwing arrows and playing archers
Mother to run after carrying the food dish
With annoyance and love requesting to finish
But not listening to her and proving difficult
Beaten by stick then with little of insult
Memory passes like film trailer
One after one scene reminds of failures
How I was to prove weak at studies?
All types of taunts from friends and neighborhood ladies
Everything looks like happy journey with lone passenger
Nothing seems hostile in life with any kind of danger
Yet those days remained crucial with bleak future ahead
I was to prove able man when time came to lead
Today I am somewhere on the front line
Managing country’s defense and life line
All loop holes to be plugged in times to come
Memory forces me to smile and welcome
How was I careless and known notorious child?
How all the family members was nice and very kind?
I was taken care of all the demands
Even though punished sometimes in open sky to stand
I wished all the children same
From whatever background they came
They were the loved ones and liked
Sometimes might have been beaten and disliked
I loved each and everything connected with childhood
How people will come and complain about me from neighborhood?
I failed to understand at that time why where they irked for nothing?
One thing was sure that we were all trouble shooters and certainly did something
I have rifle by my side but not at all detracted
I have taken up the position and almost inspected
Some movement across the border is seen with naked eyes
Yet memory hunts to invade me with all its force
By heart I am still child and careless
All innocence not gone yet on the face
I try to become child and slip into sweet memory
Every human being deserves some place and is quite necessary
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Being small child
I was not afraid of being small child
As father was so gentle and mild
Mother too had full quota of affection
Everything was laughed out as my childish action
Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed
I was not bitten but always kissed
Taken in arms and rounded at all places
I knew little why they all had smile on faces?
Everybody was ready to take me out
I had no chance to talk or think about
I was pleasure girl and liked by all
They will be courteous and give me fine call
If the days had wings I would have preferred
To remain as child and waited to be conferred
All precious gifts and great smiles with love
Stay with me comfortably and finally drove
I remember holding parent’s hand
For me there was never any end
It was just beginning and I was just following
I was restricted to move with caution of slowing
I have gathered the strength and started to move
I had to only advance with age and nothing to prove
The days are passing like rain and am coming off fast
I don’t remember when it was over and did last
Those memorable days over
There is no more fathers’ cover
No one scolds me for any action
I find hardly any reaction
Some new shape is taking place in my womb
Father is with me and slowly leading me with thumb
There is generation gap and I am simply following
I try to slip in sweet memory but it not allowing
I may be mother in few weeks
My child may definitely seek
Some protection and advice
Would her/his deeds suffice?
I need not struggle hard to find
The past days have gone with the wind?
I should learn how to be generous and very kind
Not to follow it as routine or as blind
I was shown the middle path to go safe and slow
In the same way I will try for my child to grow
The same treatment and same love for unborn
That is not the worry for me or whole concern
It is complete cycle and likely to be repeated
The main purpose is never going to be defeated
I think nothing goes against unless you opt
You must be willing to accept the fact and be very prompt
*How close we are to know about being nice flower”
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Summer Days of Yesteryear
We often live surveying the past
as a summer season comes around,
and selecting the days of living freely
in our memory will be found.
We scrutinize the events of other Summers
experiencing great pleasure and delight
that once we knew when we were just
youngsters when life seemed to be all right.
Through the fading days of yesteryear
we filled our life with many dreams.
From childhood days to adulthood days
it was just a natural step it seems.
We miss the thrills that once was ours
the days we felt were always free.
We live it over each Summer time
and always remains a pleasant memory.
Too swiftly is the flight of time,
Though plentiful be the exuberant ways
that lead us down memory lane
to the scenes of other Summer days.
Though another Summer season shall end,
One wish for all of you we hold
May Summer always bring an abundance
of joy and memories a hundred fold.
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A next uncertainty
Think of uncertain tomorrow
You have nothing to retain or show
You must plan and lie low
The situation may not permit you or allow
You may not find the light
Even thought you may right
The situation may be very tight
You will loose the goal or sight
The day is spent with hectic activities
You are dying very hard to prove the ability
There is no favorable balance sheet
No one is prepared to see you or to greet
You will not have bright start
Even though you may be confident and look very smart
The things may prove contrary and opposite
You may have no peace or respite
Nights are cool and pleasant
It may remind you of the present
You constantly think and remain absent
You have lot many things to plan and repent
You go to sleep in every night
You are flooded with ideas weather wrong or right
The mind is not at arest and continue to fight
It is mental condition that allows you some respite
In sleep you are no more with conscience
The solid reasons are still not found out by science
It is fact that you are literally no more
Your body lay unconscious and lay before
The flesh and body are true representative
They are reflective and indicative
It is considered as an object
No one can outrightly reject
You have lot many blows to sustain
The body is to run and regularly maintain
Rest everything is left to almighty
If that does not come through then we can feel sorry and pity
Your future aspiration should not deceive you
This is nearly a fact and very true
It can take place and happen
It may be gradual or all of sudden
Who can guarantee us of safe return?
One has to depart turn by turn
It is destined and decided in advance
One must look back and think at once
No one can predict future course
It is not in our hand of course
We can only hope and go ahead
There is someone else for us to lead
We are given a shape like clay pot
We are created and given a special slot
It is our turn to prove it worth while
This can not be considered as style
It will better if we know
There will be every opportunity to grow
We are likely to emerge as successful man
The same credit is also given to woman
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Good Ole Days
Oh, the good ole days,
why can't this day be,
the good ole days
thinking of those days,
long ago, when old age,
was on the horizon,
childhood just a step behind,
yesterday just a memory,
childhood memories when,
oh, so carefree
today the present,
will be those good ole days,
when old age is upon us
we once again wished we
were back in time and,
oh so care free.
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Remember The 'Old' Days?
Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.
Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.
Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.
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Let Kites Fly
Russians were always friend
Kept their promises till the end
Whether friendship treaty or otherwise
They have kept words with promises
I witnessed arrivals of jaguars
They were flying from very far
Landed first at near by base
It was nice to witness the chase
Indian air space is to be considered as holy scene
Never to be violated and ever to be seen
Countrymen look towards warriors and brave
Let enemy now watch their move properly behave
Countries near by borders are to be watched
Their intention is to be repeatedly searched
Not even full proof system may grant protection
Our brave soldiers and airmen may prove it with their action
I have observed Russians like best among best
We can trust them and line with them at least
Country owes so much in debt for noble gesture
Country was at peace in past with secured future
Love the way friends react
Judge them by words and their act
If we are safe and secure
Countrymen too can feel very much sure
Let kites* fly in the air
With enough of superiority to look fair
I was with the force as man of air
What a way to feel 'where eagles dare'
I salute to the friends and men behind machines
Their future and country's fate too shines
Let them perform the way when devil approaches
Sky may be the limit when it tries to reach
*Kites are referred to as aircrafts*
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As a matter of fact
What makes you to feel perfect?
What prevents you to act?
What is matter of fact?
How you over come it with simple tact?
Over the years you have mastered the art
This can’t be easily purchased from the mart
It is inherent quality that makes you smart
You always believe in good start
Things may move on very smoothly
You are always planning it accordingly
You have perfection in every more
Even for slight doubt you take care and remove
You never hesitate and get panicky
You come in action and address it quickly
Everything you decide it with cool mind
Solution is in sight and you may always find
What instills you confidence to act with accuracy?
Is it your mild nature coupled with good diplomacy?
Is it mystery alone shrouded with secrecy?
It is your gentleness and resolves to tackle it with delicacy
You always feel proud
It is not necessary to speak loud
Your sincere words and action may speak
Your approach maybe considered bold and not weak
What makes you to feel better?
Is that you are considered as trend setter?
You have the capacity to make wheel turn around
The path can be cleared and way to be easily found
You create public awareness in mind
The look towards you with honor and doesn’t find
Any dubious way of dealing and you are always kind
Such nice things can be observed by even a blind
Your popularity is on rise and you are in demand
You may take deep breath without chest to expand
this gives you some sense of satisfaction
It welcomes step and sign of good indication
I have always remained as public figure
I didn’t care for self or any future
I have always distanced from evil
I have tried to excel and earned good will
I have treated poor and rich alike
It might have created some discomfort or dislike
I did not bother about such feeling
I was ever ready to cooperate and willing
You must move cautiously and remain attached
Journey may prove hard but never get detached
Never utter word of uncertainty and create confusion
Try to avoid controversy and work for diffusion
Such type of a wonderful soul can always feel proud
the steps taken by him may always sound
Fame and name both will come round and gather
It is unique joy to remain and stay together
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You Have Nothing To 'Anyone' To Prove
SOMETIMES...
Not often,
I am amused to meet...
Someone from my childhood,
Who attempts to re-invent...
The events I lived through,
From 'their' memory!
And how good it was,
In those days long gone...
When I was made to do chores,
As other kids played...
And I was home taking out garbage,
Washing dishes...
And mopping and sweeping floors.
As I look back at those days today,
I can say I am no longer bitter...
By how I was raised.
Or the fact that I had been called names.
But a fear I did not express.
Although I walked with my head down,
Feeling insecure and shamed.
'You're gonna fix this God? '
I would 'always' ask!
Today?
I live not too far from that same neighborhood.
And God has made so many things 'right' in my life.
That bitterness that use to sit within me?
Has been replaced by so much joy these days.
~Gee...
Is this 'me' feeling all this happiness? ~
I am tempted to evaluate others.
But I can 'feel' my mother daring me to do it.
And hearing her voice whisper in my ear to say...
'Larry, you have nothing to 'anyone' to prove.'
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Dear Love, Do You Remember?
Dearest one, do you remember,
As we sat side by side,
How you told me that you loved me,
Asked me to be your bride.
And you told me we'd be happy,
Through all the years to come,
If we ever would prove faithful,
As in the days when we were young.
Oh! how well do I remember,
The kind and loving words,
And now as I sat dreaming,
The thoughts my memory stirs.
But the days have passed before me,
And the scenes of long ago,
But I can never forget the
Days that have passed o'er.
Oh! how clearly I remember
The days when we were young,
How we would tell to each other
Of happy times to come,
And as we would sit together,
That dear loved one and I,
Oh, sat dreaming of the future,
And childhood days gone by.
Dearest love, do you remember
The first time that we met --
Our youthful days have gone, love,
I hope you love me yet,
Now we are growing old, love,
Our heads will soon be gray,
May we ever love each other
Till from earth we pass away.
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We Do Nothing
We do nothing, want or don’t want to
This is bitter and unforgettable truth
What we are today were not yesterday!
Those were the moments of golden days
Not much of plight or days of starvation
Very good, peaceful and cordial relation
Yes heart felt sad happening all around
Bitterness was to be seen somewhere and found
Who can predict about future?
I think no one on our part for sure
We have to resolve it genuinely first
Then think about other things to solve at last
I have cried with my brethrens
Always shared their views and concerns
Cried along with them for deaths to mourn
Balied hopes, shattered faith and bodies torn
Storms daily come and destroy the houses
Patience dry out and passions rouse
We have borne the agony but bore no grudges
Trend is yet not clear as they won’t budge
We have reached moon and now embark on mars
But at home and abroad hungry are the masses
Enough of blood has flown on the earth
Many more casualties to count with innumerable deaths
We know nothing about future of the children
Countries land has turned dry and barren
What will we do with coming up of new houses?
When we have nothing on head but restricted passes
Amen! We all need peace
Stable life and living at ease
Give peace a chance and earn breather
Lot more concerns to share and responsibility to solder
Oh lord, now it is enough and no more of such kind
Let us strive hard, come to the conclusion and reasonably find
For betterment of man kind and slight chance for livelihood
Live and lead as an example for humanity in the neighborhood
Let us share agony, pain but avoid brutality
That must be shunned and banned in totality
Let us not shed the blood for occupation of land
Turn age old rivalry into best possible way and befriend
Future generation may not pardon us for our folly
Why was it imposed upon and not considered silly?
Was it considered most important and wanted really?
The answer remains “no” as it was never understood truly
Many factors played part behind the scene
Such holocaust and plight was never seen!
The wounds are still licking with bad memories
Adding more woes and not lessening the worries
Survive the attempt that is pointed at disasters
We are the main people and own masters
Nothing must be done to vitiate it further
Let us live like one as sisters and brothers
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A life is.....
Life is very easy
Only you remain busy
Don't take it to heart
You stay alive and smart
Not all the days may remain same
You will earn good name and fame
You just take it as bad phase
It will help bad memory to erase
Do take all possible care
Go and see every where
Don't challenge the people to dare
It is not good or fare
Life is full of surprises
It may remain still your demises
What does it comprise?
It has got no prizes
You may feel bad
Some times very sad
You got to live and lead
This message you must read
There may not be any takers
You will be met by fraudsters and fakers
Still you got to know it better
It is full fledged subject matter
They may be very nice and look at you
You should realize and think it true
It may be kind gesture and not be cruel joke
I should think bad and deliver the stroke
There is nothing more to complain
It may prove unproductive and go into vain
You should stick to your point and prove
Try to assert and simply move
You may change the way
Still you got to pay
Hard effort may show you bright ray
You may rally have definite say
You tried to be accommodative
It was very positive and indicative
Not all may be your kith and kin
You should make place and win
There came hard summer
I wanted to say something and murmur
I had bade just now the winter
It was severe and very bitter
I may be a changed lot
I have unnecessarily fought
I always longed for good support
I had eagerly waited for it and sought
I need not waste my energy and wait
This is not something like bad luck or fate
Everything takes its own time and not very late
Love it heartily and don’t show displeasure or hate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A life so colorful
I knew life can be so colorful
It may add flavor if one remains faithful
It is not to be spent as remorseful
Always In happy mood and purposeful
There may be quite logic and fun
It can not be brought back or re- run
Once the golden period is over
Later on you have to make efforts only to cover
It may change the color and adjust to another
It may be sad scene but providing also breather
It may be serious change over from bad to good
It is how we have followed and understood
Nature is smiling at everybody
It must be observed by somebody
There is everything around and in kind
We must go in and visibly find
Lovely green lush fields
Mountains clad with shields
White snow to sit for many more days
This is how nature acts and stays
The sun may throw the light
It will reflect very bright
Eyes may get closed in surprise
You got to know as if to be wise
It is not good magic
Some moments are very tragic
Some one departs and some one enters
This is life in the centre
The days to pass of and nights to set
The moon light to, take over and others to let
The joy of cool night never enjoyed in grief
Though it may stay for short and very brief
It is our resolve to fight the odd
That is strength given by the God
There is no use for hue and cry
We must go ahead without feeling shy
We are here to face the fury
Either with happiness or worry
We may laugh it out or feel sorry
He is there to act as jury
Sea waters may stay as blue
The eagles may dip in and still flew
It is not the end game or little start
Something to gain and something to part
Nature may play its part as usual
We got to take it as casual
No one can change the set course
Whether you take it as blessings or curse
I was believing in same logic
It was not proving as magic
The nature has its reasons with some basic
It may be means to live on with some tonic
I cling to future for ever
I need to face and come over
All short comings and drawbacks
It will definitely stage a comeback
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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