hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 131,099 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

hasmukh amathalal Poems

8521. Rose As Symbol 1/23/2014
8522. Rose Has Her Day 5/16/2013
8523. Rose Leaves 5/19/2013
8524. Rose May Pose 12/19/2013
8525. Rose Scent 3/31/2015
8526. Roses All Over 2/3/2012
8527. Roses All Over Garden 10/17/2015
8528. Roses All The Way 4/10/2015
8529. Roses.. No Fears 11/26/2015
8530. Roshan The Light 8/19/2014
8531. Rosy Flower 7/23/2014
8532. Round Shining Ball 1/23/2011
8533. Round The Cloak 1/1/2013
8534. Round The Year 11/7/2012
8535. Round The Year Move 8/10/2015
8536. Routine And Style 1/29/2012
8537. Routine Life 8/17/2014
8538. Royal Princess 12/7/2011
8539. Roza Roza 9/21/2013
8540. Roze 8/7/2015
8541. Rude And Ugly 5/8/2015
8542. Rule As Best 11/4/2011
8543. Rule Out 1/27/2014
8544. Rule The World 12/8/2013
8545. Rules Are Set 10/13/2013
8546. Rules Or No Rules 7/2/2012
8547. Run For Cover 5/10/2010
8548. Run For Life 7/5/2014
8549. Run For Unity 12/15/2013
8550. Run With 11/14/2015
8551. Running After 12/3/2015
8552. Rush Out Side 9/30/2015
8553. Rush To Me 2/22/2011
8554. Sacred Bond 3/6/2014
8555. Sacred Relation 5/25/2012
8556. Sacred Role 10/13/2014
8557. Sad At Will 1/9/2015
8558. Sad Cuckoo 9/16/2012
8559. Sad Days 2/1/2012
8560. Sad Delight 12/23/2013
Best Poem of hasmukh amathalal

Miss ', I Really Miss (101) /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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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?

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