Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

It is mission


I feel no let down
With the mistakes of own
I take it as little setback
But nothing is at stake

Success or failure
Makes me sure
Of future struggle
With no more troubles

It is mission
To be on with no confusion
The journey should be made easy
When mind is stable and ready

Think that you are not alone
The helpless days have gone
Whole of area is wide open
Stay firm and do not think to run back even

Luck shall smile
When you step ahead for while
It has to crumble before your feet
Else who will be there to garland or greet?

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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