hasmukh amathalal

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

Great Stake


I sang in praise
Your name when chased
By love and fantasy
I took it as blessings from almighty

At fist sight you were blown
Came straight to me and became known
As if we were quite old friend
The closeness really came to live end

I fall prey to your great charm
Witness no danger or harm
You were smiling but stood motionless
I felt strong urge to embrace and face

I was deep inside vast ocean
The love was clearly seen
You were mesmerized and floating
I was slowly moving towards and relating

I spoke many words under magic spell
You were whispering too with intention to reveal
I was getting near to my heaven
She fell in arms all of sudden

I felt you same
My dream queen to claim
Thee was no going back
As I had great stake

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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