Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 423,847 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

High Slot - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

High slot

You might have born rich
But certain thing still remain beyond reach
You are having all means
But you shall have no peaceful meal

Not everything can be purchased
Not all goals can be chased
You shall get only those things
That is easy to bring

Some people are hand to mouth
But you have peaceful breathe
You live peacefully
And show the result really]

“You are beggar” I hear people insulting
Opening the barrage without consulting
This takes them to nowhere
It may create sometimes psycho-fear

You are suffering from disparity order
You may show arrogance of any order
For you poor are having no identity
They only deserve pity

Poor may find high slot
As the way has been fought
Rich might have inherited
With little disservice or fall back he will stand irritated

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/27/2015 5:02:00 PM)


    xSpeaking of reach, do you give your goat a reach-around before you call it a night?
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/27/2015 5:02:00 PM)


    Bernard Skm (11/27/2015 3: 10: 00 AM) A very beautiful poem. (Report)
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/27/2015 5:02:00 PM)


    wlcome Scott Ransopher, Parupudi Satyavenkatavinodkumar Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now
    today by hasmukh amathalal
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/27/2015 5:38:00 AM)


    welcome Nella Loagnod likes this.
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/27/2015 5:23:00 AM)


    “You are beggar” I hear people insulting
    Opening the barrage without consulting
    This takes them to nowhere
    It may create sometimes psycho-fear

    You are suffering from disparity order
    You may show arrogance of any order
    For you poor are having no identity
    They only deserve pity

    Poor may find high slot
    As the way has been fought
    Rich might have inherited
    With little disservice or fall back he will stand irritated
    (Report) Reply

  • Mallick Sanjib (11/27/2015 3:10:00 AM)


    A very beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015



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