hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 38,281 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

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  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:12:00 PM)

    What is usw of =

    TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry) (1906-1907 period) ]. [Translator’s note: However much man may try to emulate God in creating beautiful things, his creations can never match God’s. The seemingly simplest entity in God’s animate world (and even the inanimate one)) , is an object of wonder, a flower being exemplary thereof which manifests from God’s meditation for it over ages. The pragmatists may try to explain this phenomenon by Darwin’s ‘theory of evolution’ or like dogmas to gauge this unfathomable mystery of creation, yet, at the back of their mind they know – “…..The path of Thy creation Thou have strewn with deception….” There may never be dearth of braggarts to beguile themselves with the belief that man has caught up with God, if not for anything else, but at least for his ability to-day to ‘clone’ even a human being, what to speak of a lamb or flower! This complacence notwithstanding, the fact is, the great feat of ‘cloning’ wholly stands on the biological base evolved by God over eternity, which man can never brush aside to start from the scratch. Man is simply a captive to the Arcanum of God’s creative process, being its infinitesimal bye product, thus ever incapable to perceive the whole of it, though often with height of audacity that he is God’s peer, maybe to His amusement. So, all brilliance of man notwithstanding, in whichever field, the poet’s ‘no confidence’ in man, as this poem depicts, is hardly belied.] Bloom you can’t, None of you – Verbose however, Despite all endeavor, All your flaunt, Passions day and night And strokes at the stalk With all your might, None, with all your power Can bloom a flower. With your relentless sight Its tenderness you may blight, Its bunches you may tear apart In dust to smart. Amidst your babel If its lips will reveal Its hue and fragrance Will not radiate thence. So, by no means oh man, Flowering a bud you can. But, He who can bloom Does as His boon – Only opens His eyes And, as their ray lies On the bud there, Spells of animation bare; So, He who can bloom, Of His own can groom The flower tender With all its wonder. At His breath, in an instant, The flower does bend, Poised for a flight Stretching its wings light Of the leaves As the wind heaves. With décor of many a hue Pining for a passionate clue How one to entice – Spread its fragrance nice. He who can bloom a flower, At ease graces the bower

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  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:46:00 PM)

    Now no use

    12 May,2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji
    Your poetic presentation much better explains me the import of the Tagore's poem
    Rajat Das Gupta

    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Daiky struggle

    12 May 2015
    TO: Mr. Ashutosh Dimri
    Because the natural mutual affection between parents and their children is on the wane, we have to simulate it by celebrating 'parents' day' etc. Hashmukh-ji rightly points out that the fault is not one-sided but that parents also are to blame as they send their children away from home for their better career and also be beneficiary to it. But, is there any way out in our world that has adopted 'cut throat competition' as our only means of 'progress'?
    Rajat Das Gupta

    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:36:00 AM)

    Tagore's birthday

    8 May,2015
    TO: MR.Hashmukh Mehta
    You are really an instant poet! How could you compose such a wonderful poem so instantly! Even Tagore would admire it depicting essence of a good number of his poems/songs which are ringing in my my mind, but I've to scratch my head a lot to divulge those out of my mind, which I may try later possibly.
    Rajat Das Gupta

    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    Hit and run

    May 2015
    TO: Mr. Hasmukh Mehta
    Dear Hashmukh-ji,
    By virtue of the full-text of your poem more skeletons have come out of the cupboard. Now, I can identify the culprit who hit the headline recently and recall all the newspaper reportage of his hypocrisy and his vile attempts to evade justice.
    It is your genius to pick up even relatively insignificant events, which nevertheless betray deep malaise in our society, and give those a poetical shape.
    I try to read some postings in MI apparently interesting, surely including yours, as much as my severe neurotic problems permit.Of course, I don't attempt to respond to all to minimize strain on my nerves.
    Yours sincerely,
    Rajat Das Gupta

    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/7/2015 7:24:00 PM)

    Change the angle...

    Thanks a lot @Hasmukh Metha....you are a great inspirational force always...

    Ghulam Mohammad Khan, Ghulam Mohammad Khan
    May 07,2015

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/4/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    Mera imehaan lea raha -

    Uma Pochampalli Goparaju Wah, kya baat hai!
    May 2 at 9: 49pm · Unlike · 1

    Pamela Moorehead I cannot say anything about the words for there are tricks everywhere but I will say I love beautiful art and this one with the method of travel and simplicty of Asian heart to say so much with so little is rejuenating
    May 2 at 11: 32pm · Unlike · 1

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/3/2015 8:35:00 PM)

    Mera imtehaan...

    Kavi C M Atal वाह बेहद सुंदर व सारथक भावों सहित सराहनीय स्रजन, श्री हंसमुख जी नमन
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  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (4/25/2015 6:39:00 PM)

    Dear Mr. Amathalal

    My name is Michael Schwartz. I am professor of at St. Cloud State University in St. Cloud Minnesota, USA. I am currently writing a book on American culture and English language learning and would like permission to print your poem, Speak English.
    If you would like, I can send you a copy of the chapter in which your poem would be included.

    Thank you.

    Michael Schwartz, Ph.D.

  • Gold Star - 38,281 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (4/13/2015 10:22:00 AM)

    Before I am......

    I wish to be free man

    Nice person and human

    Hasmukh Bhai, you are already that, milk of human kindness. There is no need to wish.

    KH Prabhu, Kumta, Karnataka - 581343
    Apr 13,2015

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    Man is born free; but everywhere he is in chains, Rousseau says. It is a social construct. Let’s hope and act to be free at least in thought. Good poem.

    P Nasarudheen., Kasargod.Kerala
    Apr 13,2015

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    Wonderful poetic efforts to visualize the hidden human desire prevailing within. The world has turned robotic today and we are always missing ourselves. Thanks a lot for your exact human portrayal.

    Rabindra Kumar Bharti, Bokaro Steel City
    Apr 13,2015

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    Just be yourself, Mehtaji and we all love you for that! Thanks for sharing these lovely thoughts in your inimitable poetic style!

    Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad
    Apr 13,2015

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