hasmukh amathalal

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

Know now


You need thinker's choice
With full of promises
Let poor look at you
And prove to be true

You will know exactly
What to write readily!
You need not go anywhere
The material is with you here

Think of peasant
And his field lying vacant
For the want of seeds
And no one is there to send

Think of weather
That makes him to bother
Whether it will rain
Or result in heavy losses with pain

Life itself is full of uncertainty
That is why we remember almighty
Not that we want some peace in mind
But we are afraid of getting wrath of any kind

We are solely guided by selfish motive
So we plan and remain selective
We concentrate on getting somehow
Actual thing is it is high time to know now

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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