Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

I wondered and gazed through window
Nature’s wonder appeared in the form of rainbow
Countless thoughts just crossed the mind
How many wonders one can see and find?
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Gave serious thought and tried to be assertive,
Have some say and never be submissive,
Not to look crook but not also passive,
Easy to take respect and ready to give,
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Is step mother altogether different from real mother?
Every time this question emerges and bothers
Whether real or step mother the vacant place can’t be filled by others
It is woman who has heart to offer as kind feeler or soothers
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What are criteria to be called mad?
Is that one looks so gloomy and sad?
Looks so shabby and behaviour so bad
Frowning lines on face…………..
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I reflected in one of my poem
“O, mother you are one and no other”
Let whole world go mad but you never bother
We find no parallel as
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I watched helplessly thousands of miles above,
nothing on hand to show or my love to prove?
Do I need help from somebody to approve?
Aimlessly running here and there or move,
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Something has gone wrong with meaning of words,
'Sun' and 'Son' beautiful creation of lords,
Both represent energy having sharpness of swords,
Both are crucial for survival and existence of world,
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Jackson is no more,
Singer at heart and at centre core,
Hundreds or thousands might have wept,
Glorious tradition maintained and lively kept,
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Not for any single system we feel proud
can’t claim high and speak so loud
what will we gain by making them unstable?
Would we able to bye peace and remain stable?
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Teacher, teacher, teacher,
you don't be a preacher,
and never be a searcher,
I will become a researcher,
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