hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 43,772 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

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  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/25/2013 9:26:00 AM)

    Everyday I miss...

    I miss her yet I see her every day.


    Steven Avolio7 minutes ago
    This poem is filled with beauty and heart felt images. It is moving and moves with a good cadence. Well done and KUDOS...
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    Well written

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  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/23/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    My only child

    Great!


    Danielle Erin2 minutes ago
    I love the use of the child here, and the way you alluded to faith, but never had to mention it to get your point across.

    My favourite line was, my feet were dancing.
    Comment 0
    good child


    Shakil Ahmed Baliyavi2 minutes ago
    well children are treasure and always child in the eyes of parents, well done poem

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/23/2013 9:42:00 PM)

    MY only child.....Your child is you most wonderful gift to the world

    Steven Gress1 minute ago
    Thank you for sharing your poem.

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/23/2013 9:37:00 PM)

    It speaks truth.......Ahh the beuty of art. Herein is the beauty of language.


    Lynn Petty23 minutes ago
    Is there a little Tagore here? This is something he would write.
    Very thoughtful. Good construction. Good language,

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/18/2013 7:21:00 PM)

    Simple home...
    hussain smelter
    believe me Dear, it seems that your every poem is written on me, i have a very big house on 44000 square feet, garden, guest house, only one daughter in class 5, when she is in school, my feelings............ some time cry loudly, but again thanks God, billions of people have not all these

    i can keep on writing on this but you have God gifted ability to say all these in one stanza, be blessed with complete health

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/16/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    Night is for silence....

    great poem Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi 3 hours ago An intelligent write with a special grace of a poet full of foresight and creative reasons of thoughts....form, structure and message well delivered.. keep writing and sharing more I wish to see you among the top poets soon! Comment 1 Comment+1

    Hasmukh MehtaLess than a minute ago i am honored

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/12/2013 7:43:00 PM)

    Grammar and Flow


    Robynn Mussell50 minutes ago
    Your poem, though wonderful in itself, is marred by the lack of punctuation and simple articles like a and the. There is also discontinuity with the 'beat' of the lines in each stanza.
    Without a way to make the syllables match, or are off by one or two (either more or less) , your poem seems to came apart and feel 'almost' broken. Take a look at some of Shakespeare's sonnets for an example of what I am explaining. Your rhyming is different, but it works here very well.
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    Hasmukh MehtaLess than a minute ago
    it is rarity in itself. you take amy stanza away.no wehre you will find such combination, you enjoy the theme and clsoeness.it speaks of volumes in regard to experience, it has flow of river and rhythms like melody

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/11/2013 11:23:00 PM)

    with dual act....Gibz Rising likes this.

    Gibz Rising a poem.... lies after lies, the devil does cry, , god and the devil are always unite... mind tricksters from far away planet and relm.... exploding stars after gold is all gone, , destruction is the fake god, and manipulation threw telepathy be the fake gods tool.. innocent is the vampire they call damian, working with love as he always been, , .. vessels are important to some - tainted water supplys, drugs, , alcohol, , all plans to keep our minds safe from them, , smart is 2 entitys working always as one, , team effort, , from another inflicted exploding sun, , found our mother and adores all life in her thumb, wicked is the creator, love is the poor thumb, , the creator is the evil, , and the devil and god are in love! ! ... TIME TO RISE! ! my soul is his, , the devil shall i become, for the good in everyone!
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  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/11/2013 9:12:00 PM)

    I shall remain, mother....Ravi Anantharaman Yes. You have captured it. See, an individual is often helpless within the claws of a society. Sage Vyasa had something else in his mind as a dramatist when he drew such a plot. What would happen if two brothers of the same blood stood opposite in a battlefield? If Karna was not drawn like that, the impact of the epic would have been much less than it usually carries. By effectively drawing such a plot, Vyasa could show before the world the depth of motherhood of Kunthi as well as you have come out with this poem. So, the plot has many angles.8 hours ago · Unlike · 1

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/11/2013 8:11:00 PM)

    Re: My pen goes dry (Score: 1)
    by Legendary on Friday, October 11,2013 (10: 05: 14)
    interesting thoughts on what we write about as poets, really like the thought behind

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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

I am so much influenced by lady smile
She has entered in life just before while'
Life seems to be so interesting and fine
I want to dance on floor with glass of wine

Miss, you can't be so rude
For a word you have made prelude,
All warmth and affection you have included
Hate and distance you have excluded

I never expected you to cast
All doubts but trust should not last
You were the ...

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Ragging

Universities and campus prepare their grave,
In the guise of education they put front brave,
Bur on ground of morality they cave in,
Line drawn clear but education thin,

Great fall in standard and knowledge lagging,
More efforts on fashion and thrust on ragging,
Many loose their lives on name of flogging,
It is blot or shame and prestige more dragging,

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