Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Deep Wish


I had deep wish
And finally finished
With pride and honor
To the last as an ideal dreamer

It is well desired
And all people admired
That life must be met
And be fought with cruel fate

I resisted the temptation
The attachment and relation
That was part of social customs
It could be compromised seldom

We decided to act normal
Live happily and remain formal
Not to acquire any ill wealth
Pray daily and remain in good health

It paid good dividend
With passage of time it became habit and trend
We had more to feel and experience
Life was never felt as burden at once

Submitted: Friday, May 02, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 02, 2014

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