Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Daily Life


Sometimes I cry
Sometimes try to smile
But over all I enjoy
As there is reason to feel joy

I look at the sun
And it makes me to run
For achievement of object
Before it invites to set

It makes me to think
Of moon light with ink
What shall I write?
Some passion to ignite

Each object has some message
Even seasons remind us of an age
Enjoy in spring
And cry when hear the death ring

It is all there
But I feel comfortable here
What is there to fear?
Even if pain threatens to tear apart

Yes it has ups and down angle
But we manage with troubles
It is daily life and to be faced
Even if that pushes and we are chased

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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