Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

From marble stone


Let me be fair
And explain it to you in fairness
You look not only pretty
But gorgeous and sweaty

I only praised
And sincerely joked
You are prettiest woman I have ever seen
You are natural and beautifully seen

Sari is traditional Indian dress
Worn by ladies to look gorgeous with face
It enhances beauty and glamour
Sari for woman is really an honor

It may present some difficulty
Yet it looks nice and very easy
Many women prefer it in wedding ceremony
That adds charm and beauty

I have always loved you by heart
You were not only smart
But as if carved out from marble stone
And in art form presented and shown to world

Yes I shall whisper slowly and kiss
As I have often missed you
“You be always mine and stay”
You are not allowed to go away”

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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