Ill Luck Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ill Luck



I stood on rock
To assess the stock
The sea was roaring before me
Reminding of greatness like tree

They all were with purpose
With no questions to pose
But to show world a mission
Feel great while lying low I submission

This instill great courage
I was able to manage
Control over lost priorities
We are here with particular entity

Let us stand alone but firm
Side with people and confirm
Assure them of full support
And remind them of destined port

No one shall take them to far
They have to wage their own war
We can stand along with them and participate
Rest all must be left to ill luck or fate

Saturday, October 25, 2014
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 27 October 2014

nice Nathaniel HoBs Jenkins1 hour ago keep up the good work Comment +1

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 27 October 2014

good Deborah Hobbs1 hour ago very good

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 25 October 2014

I stood on rock To assess the stock

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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