Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Future strikes


All of sudden fortune strikes
The blue sky smiles
Nights become cool
You are declared successful

So many questions emerge
Time for feelings to assuage
Look back at recent happening
Certainly going to be nice evening

It may be personal experience
Everything just happens by chance
You are asked to become companion
For future bond and union

Think not, it just takes place
With nice smile on face
Accept it as good fortune
Play and fall in tune

Yes, such coincidence is rare
We need to act fare
Think less and act more
Look ahead and explore

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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