hasmukh amathalal

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

Confusion never


It was never confusion
But love with strong foundation
I stood for real relation
With self confession and elation

Hand in hand was just beginning
It was example in shining
It was day night dream
Blessed and agreed by him

I shall wipe your tears
To allay feelings and fears
That shall be last thing
I shall be expecting

I shall stand by
Never cheat or try
As it may amount to slap
On the love face and trap

We will learn to live
Respect each other and believe
As you may surrender
Sky above and earth under

Love is only way
And easy option in any way
We shall stand united
And breath as it is fully ignited

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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