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hasmukh amathalal (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)
A Never Ending
Life is never ending process
It has no pause or recess
It beats on in different form
Constant changes with very good reform
We have come to stay for short but for a long
Nothing to gain but committing wrong
Find no time for looking back and sum up
It is too late to think and stop
Who makes your life memorable and sweet?
Lovely friends when they come and greet?
Call on you and occasionally meet?
You surge ahead with energy in feet
Endless drive and non stop journey
Sometimes bitterness and sometimes honey
No mad race for treasure or money
Even though it looks sometimes funny
I wish to enjoy it at full length
Though I may not have enough strength
Is it not the strange wish for oasis water?
After all what do we search after?
I may have come across many hurdles
Worries too might have come in bundles
It is all over by the grace of God
How should I express it in words?
I must venture in no man’s land
Sometimes I may find very good friends
I wish I have some treasure to share
I searched all over but found no where
Life seems to me as no problem at all
I take it as challenge and useful call
What is use of crying over split milk?
When there is no water even to drink
It can be made worthwhile by staying positive
No place for thinking destructive or negative
It has to be accepted as destiny or fate
Life is still worthwhile even if we start late
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amazing.....that is all can say....................
life begins anew each time we open our eyes... lives on in the moments shared, small things given, a hand, an ear that listens, a heart that cares... very good poem!
Wise words indeed. This should one of the high ranking poems. Beautiful!
A very, very positive and uplifting poem that embraces The essence of reality! In life, there are those who choose to travel through thorny paths and time will prove them wrong when there is not left to go back to the past for amendments! This is only one life to live and the rest remain a sad illusion! A very well penned and poignant poerm110+++ Keep inspiring the World my fellow poet! Love and Peace for always! ...
Beautiful poem. Opens up many facts of life and experience before us. Full of wisdom and strength. Friend, thanks for sharing it.Marks 10 Rekhamandagere
i enjoyed your rhythmical verses....process, recess...form, reform...long, wrong...sweet, greet, meet, feet....journey, honey, money, funny....length, strength...hurdles, bundles...
great one sir...keep writing
It beats on in different form
Constant changes with very good reform
You are sharing treasure by your writing, thank you again. You seem to want to share kindness always, we should be gratefull. I believe poets live forever, its not just a cliche. Transcending thought will help your spirit to escape the physical, materialism never brings happiness only bitterness. I can say in a moment you can be gone but your words will be read a million times.
'I wish I have some treasure to share
I searched all over but found no where'
Well, sir, I can see your treasure
It feeds me, I'll have a tiny slice
if you dont mind
Your poems, I can't measure
nor explain how good it feels
to have a bit of share.
Thank you
hey friend i.tink you have wrong tink, about this poem.LIFE NEVER ENDING, in the world not eternely just temporary, i.tink life ending if some poeple died, but your poem realy great, God luck.