Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Loner On Bench


Rose petals are scattered around
I look at them and joy was found
Not at their beautiful appearance
But for me having last chance

I daily come and sit on this lonely bench
The surrounding and nature is liked by every inch
I sit and hear the birds chirping
It makes me to smile and not make weeping

Tomorrow this bench shall be vacant
I shall not be here present
The soul shall travel onward
Leave this world and wait for no word

Friends and well wishers may surely come
Miss my presence and silently welcome
My absence with lots of praises
“He was noblest of all” their eyes may sweepingly raise

The petals are real choice
To remind people of their promises
The life is single journey
With blessings from almighty

I was no loner when was sitting
Many people might have been sitting and quitting
It would have been casual appearance
I visualized it as last chance

I shall bid good bye
And think of my best try
I did it with full justice
I maintained relation with no choice

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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