Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Strive Today


It was not there before
So let us not shed tears here
It was in other form
We were not better informed

Jealousies was there
Bloodshed was too with fear
No peace and wars as only means
Victory always named as win

Then came domination
With improvement in relation
Lot many areas under occupation
Now was the time for consolidation

It increased competition
With more and more exhibition
Of muscle and power
The strength was with fewer

It had no peaceful transformation
With enough of bitterness and deterioration
Peace was distant possibility
We all prayed earnest to almighty

We may strive today
To find the peaceful way
Let us strengthen the human chain
So the enough push can be made on pain

Submitted: Thursday, May 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 15, 2014

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