hasmukh amathalal

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

Beautiful Crown


Another world
Beautiful fold
Only happiness is felt
Fragrance in air leisurely smelt

What had been not good?
In this beautiful and lovely world
Even thought deceptive
Not at all responsive

Living in as if simply ritual
Breathing too very casual
Sharing load as if imposed arbitrarily
As if sheep are following really

Day’s work gives straight sleep
Nothing to think and keep
Straight away to dreamy and unreal
But beautiful world to feel

You have beautiful crown
People around to be shown
All in services of king
To make you happy and well being

Such dream is all sudden
Comes to an end even
Cuckoo reminds of early morning
Same day with fearful beginning

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

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