hasmukh amathalal

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

We regret


Anger has no role here
You can not show again and play everywhere
It was never appreciated either
It brings down pride and honor

Think about other people
They too work hard and struggle
If they succeed and you fail
It is matter of chance to avail

Never show discomfort with failure
It is not blocking future either
Tomorrow it may bring sunshine
You need show meanwhile

Anger may eat you from within
To convert into defeat from gain
What is there to look with anger?
It will prove you as failed manager

Try to burn finger in fire
You will never admire it again
Same is the result of useless ire
It may engulf you along with fire

We regret often
After anger has already run
Ruined relation
Leaving behind many questions

Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 21, 2014

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