Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

No Food


Eyes do all that is needed
With due consideration point is conceded
But quest does not end in result
Sometimes hunger pushes more insult

I find horizon so log and vast
But happiness does not last
I have lot more to find
I can not afford to be kind

But what is happening?
Is it bad beginning?
I find no prey near the target
My eyes are tired but how to forget?

I shall fly higher
To get closer
To the object
And act

Some days prove futile
Yet efforts must go on for a while
I need to be more vigilant
And search them in plants

I shall go for search
And come down as such
Let me hope I succeed in the day
Find the delicious meal any way

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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