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
At Cross Road
Never but at cross road, Are we at cross road? Is there any load? Why not we meet?
Whisper And Sing
I was no more poets Yet talked a lot Imagined natural objects Tried to weave in good words
O mother except you no other, No one can fill place either, No brother, sister or father, Only you mother and no other,
A Self Confidence
One need not destroy self confidence There may occur many incidences You can remain true to your own conscience You must react positively at once
No Teacher, Please
Teacher, teacher, teacher, you don’t be a preacher, and never be a searcher, I will become researcher,
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
Age old saying about marriage, Sacred bonding and not carriage, It is not freedom from cage, Necessarily arising with completion of age,
There is no bad or good This concept has been well understood How our mind and heart sychroinsies! That shall decide quantum of doses
Makes Me Bleed
It makes me bleed and hurts most Irreparable loss though nothing lost It may not be material loss or damage Makes you unseat and difficult to manage
Can anybody of us claim to be partially honest? Are we trying our best in real earnest? We claim to be sincere and nearly good, You will find many living in world only for food,
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,
Everybody Is Selfish
People are wonderful creation For keeping good relation With fake identity Or genuine reality
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
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?