Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

For self ego


Whether you think positive
Or negative
It matters less
So long you fail to witness

How come divine light in between?
When you see no definite line
You do not know even simple existence
And talk of divine chance

Whether man or woman
You can create heaven
With no mention of high moral
But with resolve to break the hatred wall

Speak of real love
And silently believe
Life is to live with peace
Make others to feel at ease

The other words are merely to fool
We are simple becoming tool
Play in other's hand
Turn foes from friends

Confine to self alright
But do not fight
Over supremacy or for self ego
That shall invite your down fall and blow

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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