hasmukh amathalal Poems
|161.||A Fair Chance||9/23/2010|
|162.||A Fair Trial||9/11/2010|
|163.||A Faith And Truth||10/5/2010|
|164.||A Fall And Shame||9/17/2010|
|165.||A Family Bond||12/25/2012|
|166.||A Far End||5/18/2010|
|167.||A Father's Day||6/19/2010|
|168.||A Fear So Often||7/4/2010|
|169.||A Feeling For Poet||10/16/2010|
|170.||A Festival Of Lights||11/3/2010|
|171.||A Final Gift||5/28/2011|
|172.||A Fine Good Morning||6/29/2010|
|173.||A Fine Start||7/1/2010|
|174.||A Firing A Mob||7/2/2010|
|175.||A Firm Hold||7/31/2010|
|176.||A Firm N Focus||7/30/2010|
|177.||A Firm Resolution||7/29/2010|
|178.||A First Or Last||7/22/2010|
|179.||A Flag To Carry||7/20/2010|
|180.||A Flower To Boom||5/4/2010|
|181.||A Flower's Boom||10/8/2011|
|182.||A Fortunate One||6/3/2010|
|183.||A Free Action||10/24/2010|
|184.||A Free Advice||6/5/2010|
|185.||A Free Hand||9/18/2010|
|186.||A Free Mind||9/28/2010|
|187.||A Freedom Is Not In A Day||6/12/2010|
|188.||A Freedom Is Won||10/9/2010|
|189.||A Fresh Air||8/11/2010|
|190.||A Full Attention||12/7/2010|
|191.||A Full Or Part Time||10/19/2010|
|192.||A Funny Side||8/8/2010|
|193.||A Futile Search||3/13/2010|
|194.||A Gain Without Pain||7/17/2010|
|195.||A Game Plan||9/21/2010|
|196.||A Generous Call||6/29/2010|
|197.||A Gentle Sob||9/16/2010|
|198.||A Genuine Feeling||9/2/2010|
|199.||A Gift For Us||3/11/2011|
|200.||A Glorious Past||9/6/2010|
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 ...
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?