hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 53,114 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

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  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/18/2015 6:24:00 AM)

    Life is exciting...

    Unni Krishnan Atiyodi Birth days come and go/ How fruitfully we use our time is important/In that you have every reason to be satisfied/You spend time fruitfully/Your poems may be thousands in number!
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  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/17/2015 7:54:00 PM)

    Life is exciting...

    Pamela Moorehead I to like to rhyme it sounds good phoenetically and takes on the rhythm of music. Poetry is also about vibration for me as a writer, meter registers for me in rhyme or I choose not to rhyme. I personally have no favorite style of poetry when it comes to enjoying others. Happy Birthday MV Venkatraman, fluent Poet and smooth to my ear
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  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/17/2015 6:59:00 AM)

    God shall not

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    Malik Zafar Yes of course heaven is in the feet of mothers. He who make her happy will be granted best place in heaven. Love mums eaen heaven and alse get blessings of Allah
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  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/16/2015 7:06:00 PM)

    In waste seldom

    This is a poem from a true soldier which is inspiring. Many thanks for this poetic gift to me.


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 16,2015

  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/15/2015 6:05:00 PM)

    Mastermind

    You think very fast! Indeed,
    The soul is taken away to frighten mankind
    As main key lies with creator or mastermind
    This is true. Even a saint like person like Tagore apprehends though not mortal death but death in people's mind after he passes away. He has no answer.


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 15,2015

  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/14/2015 11:28:00 AM)

    Peaceful unification: =

    14 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-ji
    Your poetic reply again enthuses me. However, Vaishnavite cult had deep influence on Tagore in contemplation of which mundane Death is not the human goal to achieve peace, which following quote from your poetic reply implies ~
    Peaceful unification
    With life’s cessation
    It is really an inexplicable 'passion' of mankind, without isolating an individual, which the Vaishnavites wanted to raise to a lofty spiritual height. However, having a superficial idea about this medieval cult, I'll look wiser less I try to explain it.
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 14,2015

  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/13/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    so we talk

    13 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji & Supratik
    With his gift of faculty for instant poetry, Hashmukh-Ji has re-surfaced the spirit of 'Sagarika' that Indians went abroad
    for trade with genuine goodwill sans any sinister greed, unlike the Europeans who have simply caused havoc world wide for centuries ~
    We had deep roots for cultural relation
    We imparted peace and stability

  • Gold Star - 53,114 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:13:00 PM)

    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)

  • Gold Star - 53,114 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

  • Gold Star - 53,114 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

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