hasmukh amathalal (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)
Biography of hasmukh amathalal
hasmukh amathalal Poems
Miss ', I Really Miss(246) /500 #
I was stepping in to become young I thought it is nice journey but too long I am afraid and take care not to go wrong I was expecting everything for song
All Dreams Not Come True###(In 500)
All dreams may not come true All credits due may not accrue But with true reflection in mind Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
A Place Called
place called “home” is to feel homely, God’s creation standing by to look so lovely, May be she is with all her elegance, Everything for sure and no pretence,
Anywhere You Like
You suggested to me let us meet anywhere, A place Where HE is not there,
All Hopes Against Hope
All hopes dash against hopes It is like tight walking on simple ropes We may counter stiff resistance at high slope Bonding may not be possible even if you elope
At Cross Road
Never but at cross road, Are we at cross road? Is there any load? Why not we meet?
Brown eyes with sparkling light, Standing before me just to right, Inviting me near but not to fight, May be closer views and clear sight,
Blot On Humanity
It is darkest hour in our history, Dark nights shrouded with mystery, Keeping under heels and making mockery, Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
Blood All Over
Blood spilled all over on ground Bodies scattered and in mutilation found Fresh wave of violence gaining round Hatred, distrust reign with system sound
At First Sight
Perceived love at first sight, Provide vigour and might, Against every odds, path right, Never out of goal keeping in sight,
Learned poets have said “beauty is to enjoy” Like fresh flowers always give you joy Don’t attempt to pluck or destroy Not to play with it as simple toy
You should not cry else tears may fall Hold them back until, you make call you tell them not to fall or roll is the cry only way left for recall?
Can justice be delayed under any circumstances? Numerous cases can be sighted for instances Can that not be amounted as justice denied? Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid
Deep In Love
Why I am so deep in love and called mad? Why give people chance to call me mad? Failure in love attempts and feel so sad, Always get thrashing from kind dad,
At Cross Road
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.
Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?