hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 43,409 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

hasmukh amathalal Poems

161. A Faith And Truth 10/5/2010
162. A Fall And Shame 9/17/2010
163. A Family Bond 12/25/2012
164. A Far End 5/18/2010
165. A Father's Day 6/19/2010
166. A Fear So Often 7/4/2010
167. A Feeling For Poet 10/16/2010
168. A Festival Of Lights 11/3/2010
169. A Final Gift 5/28/2011
170. A Fine Good Morning 6/29/2010
171. A Fine Start 7/1/2010
172. A Firing A Mob 7/2/2010
173. A Firm Hold 7/31/2010
174. A Firm N Focus 7/30/2010
175. A Firm Resolution 7/29/2010
176. A First Or Last 7/22/2010
177. A Flag To Carry 7/20/2010
178. A Flower To Boom 5/4/2010
179. A Flower's Boom 10/8/2011
180. A Fortunate One 6/3/2010
181. A Free Action 10/24/2010
182. A Free Advice 6/5/2010
183. A Free Hand 9/18/2010
184. A Free Mind 9/28/2010
185. A Freedom Is Not In A Day 6/12/2010
186. A Freedom Is Won 10/9/2010
187. A Fresh Air 8/11/2010
188. A Full Attention 12/7/2010
189. A Full Or Part Time 10/19/2010
190. A Funny Side 8/8/2010
191. A Futile Search 3/13/2010
192. A Gain Without Pain 7/17/2010
193. A Game Plan 9/21/2010
194. A Generous Call 6/29/2010
195. A Gentle Sob 9/16/2010
196. A Genuine Feeling 9/2/2010
197. A Gift For Us 3/11/2011
198. A Glorious Past 9/6/2010
199. A Go Back 9/30/2010
200. A Goal In Sight 6/17/2010
Best Poem of hasmukh amathalal

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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