Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

Gold Star - 568,652 Points [Mehta] (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Hasmukhlal Amathalallal Poems

961. Believe The Eyes 3/24/2011
962. Without Interruptions 3/24/2011
963. Work Hard 3/25/2011
964. Lost In Crowd 3/19/2011
965. Pick The Pain 3/26/2011
966. Love Is Thee Name 3/26/2011
967. Some Changes 3/27/2011
968. Things Are Disguised 3/28/2011
969. My Own Self 3/28/2011
970. A Special Gift 3/28/2011
971. God And Master 3/29/2011
972. In Positive Manner 3/29/2011
973. But Not Alone 3/29/2011
974. Make It Sure 3/30/2011
975. Follow The Basic 3/30/2011
976. Full Of Romance 3/31/2011
977. Part Of His Design 3/31/2011
978. Lie And Canard 3/31/2011
979. Zealous Patriot 4/1/2011
980. Lovely Land 4/1/2011
981. All Said But Not Done 4/1/2011
982. Need To Be Told 4/2/2011
983. About Real Love 4/2/2011
984. World Cup Fever 4/2/2011
985. What To Write 4/3/2011
986. Enough Of Liberty 4/3/2011
987. Prove Its Worth 4/4/2011
988. Too Childish And Naive 4/4/2011
989. Even If You Are 4/5/2011
990. Dina 4/5/2011
991. Dina, Real Flower 4/7/2011
992. To Remain Close 4/7/2011
993. Still The Rule 4/7/2011
994. Entire Nation 4/8/2011
995. It Is People 4/8/2011
996. May See Light 4/8/2011
997. Search Your Own Way 4/8/2011
998. Precious Gift 4/9/2011
999. Dina-My Limited World 4/9/2011
1000. Lines Are Drawn 4/9/2011

Comments about Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/16/2015 7:06:00 PM)

    In waste seldom

    This is a poem from a true soldier which is inspiring. Many thanks for this poetic gift to me.


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 16,2015

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/15/2015 6:05:00 PM)

    Mastermind

    You think very fast! Indeed,
    The soul is taken away to frighten mankind
    As main key lies with creator or mastermind
    This is true. Even a saint like person like Tagore apprehends though not mortal death but death in people's mind after he passes away. He has no answer.


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 15,2015

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/14/2015 11:28:00 AM)

    Peaceful unification: =

    14 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-ji
    Your poetic reply again enthuses me. However, Vaishnavite cult had deep influence on Tagore in contemplation of which mundane Death is not the human goal to achieve peace, which following quote from your poetic reply implies ~
    Peaceful unification
    With life’s cessation
    It is really an inexplicable 'passion' of mankind, without isolating an individual, which the Vaishnavites wanted to raise to a lofty spiritual height. However, having a superficial idea about this medieval cult, I'll look wiser less I try to explain it.
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 14,2015

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/13/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    so we talk

    13 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji & Supratik
    With his gift of faculty for instant poetry, Hashmukh-Ji has re-surfaced the spirit of 'Sagarika' that Indians went abroad
    for trade with genuine goodwill sans any sinister greed, unlike the Europeans who have simply caused havoc world wide for centuries ~
    We had deep roots for cultural relation
    We imparted peace and stability

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:13:00 PM)

    TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry)

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:12:00 PM)

    What is usw of =

    TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry) (1906-1907 period) ]. [Translator’s note: However much man may try to emulate God in creating beautiful things, his creations can never match God’s. The seemingly simplest entity in God’s animate world (and even the inanimate one)) , is an object of wonder, a flower being exemplary thereof which manifests from God’s meditation for it over ages. The pragmatists may try to explain this phenomenon by Darwin’s ‘theory of evolution’ or like dogmas to gauge this unfathomable mystery of creation, yet, at the back of their mind they know – “…..The path of Thy creation Thou have strewn with deception….” There may never be dearth of braggarts to beguile themselves with the belief that man has caught up with God, if not for anything else, but at least for his ability to-day to ‘clone’ even a human being, what to speak of a lamb or flower! This complacence notwithstanding, the fact is, the great feat of ‘cloning’ wholly stands on the biological base evolved by God over eternity, which man can never brush aside to start from the scratch. Man is simply a captive to the Arcanum of God’s creative process, being its infinitesimal bye product, thus ever incapable to perceive the whole of it, though often with height of audacity that he is God’s peer, maybe to His amusement. So, all brilliance of man notwithstanding, in whichever field, the poet’s ‘no confidence’ in man, as this poem depicts, is hardly belied.] Bloom you can’t, None of you – Verbose however, Despite all endeavor, All your flaunt, Passions day and night And strokes at the stalk With all your might, None, with all your power Can bloom a flower. With your relentless sight Its tenderness you may blight, Its bunches you may tear apart In dust to smart. Amidst your babel If its lips will reveal Its hue and fragrance Will not radiate thence. So, by no means oh man, Flowering a bud you can. But, He who can bloom Does as His boon – Only opens His eyes And, as their ray lies On the bud there, Spells of animation bare; So, He who can bloom, Of His own can groom The flower tender With all its wonder. At His breath, in an instant, The flower does bend, Poised for a flight Stretching its wings light Of the leaves As the wind heaves. With décor of many a hue Pining for a passionate clue How one to entice – Spread its fragrance nice. He who can bloom a flower, At ease graces the bower

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:46:00 PM)

    Now no use

    12 May,2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji
    Your poetic presentation much better explains me the import of the Tagore's poem
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Daiky struggle

    12 May 2015
    TO: Mr. Ashutosh Dimri
    Because the natural mutual affection between parents and their children is on the wane, we have to simulate it by celebrating 'parents' day' etc. Hashmukh-ji rightly points out that the fault is not one-sided but that parents also are to blame as they send their children away from home for their better career and also be beneficiary to it. But, is there any way out in our world that has adopted 'cut throat competition' as our only means of 'progress'?
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:36:00 AM)

    Tagore's birthday

    8 May,2015
    TO: MR.Hashmukh Mehta
    You are really an instant poet! How could you compose such a wonderful poem so instantly! Even Tagore would admire it depicting essence of a good number of his poems/songs which are ringing in my my mind, but I've to scratch my head a lot to divulge those out of my mind, which I may try later possibly.
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    Hit and run

    May 2015
    TO: Mr. Hasmukh Mehta
    Dear Hashmukh-ji,
    By virtue of the full-text of your poem more skeletons have come out of the cupboard. Now, I can identify the culprit who hit the headline recently and recall all the newspaper reportage of his hypocrisy and his vile attempts to evade justice.
    It is your genius to pick up even relatively insignificant events, which nevertheless betray deep malaise in our society, and give those a poetical shape.
    I try to read some postings in MI apparently interesting, surely including yours, as much as my severe neurotic problems permit.Of course, I don't attempt to respond to all to minimize strain on my nerves.
    Yours sincerely,
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

Best Poem of Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

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 ...

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God, Bless Only Those

I pray the God to shower bless
Who commit more sins and not less
Who are most wanted and dreaded
professional killer and guilty but not pleaded
God only bless those…….

I am feeble and also very weak,
Future not bright and look very bleak
I pledge and vow not to kill

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