Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Dismal Show


I speak sweet
On face when greet
Internally I hate
Why? My soul can only state

I want to escape
And put on white cap
To show that I am man of peace
And stand for tall promises

In fact it is all hollow
I wait for chance and lay low
The moment I get chance
I strike at once

It is quality of leopard
Which hides and only looks forward
Waits for target to relax
And then suddenly pounce

Is there no similarity?
To have animal like quality
Act and behave under different environment
Pause for peace and strike at next moment

I thought it over
And found answer
Basically we are human animal
Act and react same way with dismal show

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 18, 2013

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