Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Give freedom


Give freedom to women
As respect is given by all religions
The almighty has give clear directives
Do not abuse any one and be selective

Crime still takes place
Despite strict rules to chase
No one can stop human desires
One needs to understand and admire

Honor your womenfolk
As they can not freely walk
Present ideas before male domination
That may strangulate the relation

Respect the wishes of almighty
That has shown so much mercy
Respect the child from birth
Male or female till the death

Woman is your mother
And loved one as sister
You are custodian and protector
Be little considerate savior

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

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