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hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 18,891 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Capable and wise


My self

Do I have the strength to take on my self?
Pertinently bothering me with relevant question
Even though it has no direct relation
One can not find answer with satisfaction

Yet there is an urge from within
it depends on how you assess and win
How much you have an ability to withstand
This will shape you to understand

you may not know exactly as what to do?
You have limitations to go through
Under such stage you are likely to face confusion
It may allow you to settle under compulsion

One should assert and reassert
By living on plane land and assert
To act on dissimilar ground and survive
Explore all possible ways to revive

You will have fraction of seconds to take decision
It must come as surest weapon with precision
You are gifted with third sense to share the blame
And at the same time very proudly to claim

Love to live with whatever means you have
Act as per conscience and normally behave
This will give boost to your prestige
You will be considered as capable and wise
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Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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