An Island Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is an island
The mother’s land
Means for livelihood

Picnic spot
Best place for sport
Small boats use it as port

Waves reach shore
To wash the feet and adore
Show of attachment therefore

Mankind and humanity
Kindness with quality
Will it not be grace from almighty?

I continue to wonder
But soon burst into laughter
Waves rush more water

Where does vastness lay?
In silence or in sway
I have nothing more to say