Hasmukh Amathalal Poems
|961.||Am With You||9/12/2010|
|962.||A Human Mind||9/12/2010|
|963.||An Art Of Living||9/11/2010|
|964.||A Shine Like Light||9/12/2010|
|965.||A Word Imagery||9/13/2010|
|966.||A Sincere Gratitude||9/14/2010|
|967.||At Past Incidence||9/14/2010|
|968.||A Live Pulse||9/14/2010|
|969.||A Wish To Stay||9/14/2010|
|970.||A Moon And Shadow||9/15/2010|
|971.||A Quite True||9/15/2010|
|972.||A Good Or Bad||9/15/2010|
|973.||Accept As It Is||9/20/2010|
|974.||A Game Plan||9/21/2010|
|975.||A No Exception||9/21/2010|
|976.||A Lovely Expression||9/21/2010|
|977.||As I Cry||9/22/2010|
|978.||An Olive Branch||9/22/2010|
|979.||A Love By Default||9/22/2010|
|980.||An Answer You Have||9/22/2010|
|981.||A Success And Failure||9/22/2010|
|982.||I Am Lost||9/23/2010|
|983.||The Original Plan||9/23/2010|
|984.||A Fair Chance||9/23/2010|
|985.||Remember What We Are||9/23/2010|
|986.||A Light Of The Day||9/23/2010|
|987.||A Love Of The Day||9/23/2010|
|988.||I Cease To||9/23/2010|
|989.||A Gentle Sob||9/16/2010|
|990.||A Music In All||9/16/2010|
|991.||A Matter In Question||9/17/2010|
|992.||A Matter In Quesion||9/17/2010|
|993.||A Young Nation||9/17/2010|
|994.||A Fall And Shame||9/17/2010|
|995.||A Wish To Remain And Last||9/17/2010|
|996.||A Free Hand||9/18/2010|
|997.||An Act Of Devil||9/19/2010|
|999.||A Good Choice||9/19/2010|
|1000.||An Anxiety Is Seen||9/19/2010|
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?