Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

I am fond of


I look at the stars
Even though they are far
They remain near
And slowly remind of fear

I smile at their attitude
They have fascinating magnitude
To attract any one with charm
Keep them guessing and keep almost warm

Even though they are part of large family
I wish them happiness and pray to almighty
The look as if part of bridal procession
I am in search of moon with an obsession

I am fond of cool object
Peaceful as I am with my acts
I love peace and no disturbance
I shall have it all once

So I look at vastness
From one en d to another with quest
Dram about reality
If that can be fulfilled by an almighty

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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