Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Yesterday was


Yesterday was golden
Memory was never stolen
It has gained permanent space
Resides coolly sans chase

Even if I was honest
The past was the best
That might have not worked in favor
But gone with honor too

You came like wind
To find
My presence
I greeted you with love's essence

Yes, we danced and loved
Words exchanged and believed
Yet fortune did not favor or support
We really drifted apart

Love was real factor
We were simple and ordinary actors
Love and truth stood by us
We lived it long with full trust

We are separated
But still remain related
With bond and past memory
But never feel sorry

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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