Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Watch It Happily


I wished it to happen
Not all of sudden
But on notes
Passionately to relate

Yes it was desire
So much scope to admire
As you stood different
Very much active at present

You were holding back
That beautiful smile on jack
I wondered what use it had!
You were really confused lad

You have identity
That has been blessed by almighty
Enjoy it independently
And think of it suitably

You certainly present real earth
With full of love and warmth
You are embodiment of love
I hold views and believe

You may have some wishes
Let that find fine finish
I can only stand at distance
Watch it happily by chance

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

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