hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Behind Sun


I felt shy
I do not know why?
I knew no reason
But it was for person

She was behind sun
Firmly placed and not on run
Gorgeous and perfect
Almost ready to act

I felt inner urge
To hold her and surge
With all things around
As she was certainly found

Sun has fine rays
To lead us into many ways
I find no reason
Why should I not find it as good person?

I can not assure
That how much I am sure
About her future
And my hold to secure

Yet it is compassion
Without any confusion
Bond still exists
I can not resist

Definitely it will good start
To be one as part
Never to go away or depart
But stay forever there and act as smart






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Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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