hasmukh amathalal

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

Full circle


First quarter may go in childhood
For playing and learning in neighborhood
School may add new friends
World may not have it end

So first quarter may go in sleep
To make friendship and keep
Move in style and show the movement
Youth is in full form and its presence is felt

Second quarter is full of romance
Hunt for wife is on at once
It is nobody’s time
Love, pleasure and happiness all the times

Third quarter is full fledged family
Children, wife and parents have full fledged entity
Time passes on with their care
You are finding safe shelter

You should be lucky enough
To stay in fourth quarter and laugh
If you find yourself in good health
The pleasure will be felt with wealth

Still you may feel for lost time
It may pinch and upset you sometimes
Well past is gone and nothing can be done
Life may have its destiny to end soon

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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