Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Good flavor


Sleepless nights
Make you to fight
For challenges next day
With sun’s first ray

Tension rules supreme
Thoughts invade from within
You find no way out
It rolls with chain of thoughts

Night must remain calm
To cause no more harm
And allow freshness
With brightness on face

Sleep in enough quantity
May improve your capability
Fresh mind with strong approach
Is to yield result as such

Work hard day time
Carry no tension at home
Relax if possible with children
Let children remain on your back and be driven

Change is must
Be little honest
In approach and behavior
You may smile and leave behind good flavor

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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