Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Real Peace On Face


Love can not be explained
Love can not be waived
Love can not be discarded
Love can not be decided

It can not be felt
It can not be smelt
It can be experienced
It can not be silenced

You can feel as much?
As you want from wind’s gentle touch
Cool and inspiring
For each other and inspiring

It can be at first sight
With eyes to see it right
Rest of the things comes late
We are so much obsessed to state

So do not underrate
Or completely hate
You might have not been succeeded
Or to any wishes not acceded

It matters less
Love bring peace on face
Cheers and smiles simply stay
For life to make simple way

Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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