hasmukh amathalal

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

i find her


I find her everywhere
Within, near, far and here
In sun rays and in chirping
Birds do all kind of singing

I hear her in near by nest
Where birds enjoy their best
I feel little jealous with rage
How lucky they are without cage?

I dream and wish about her
I imagine and her words are heard
She is somewhere around
I have nearly found

What a beauty that lays joy?
I have smile that never decoys
To tell about not seen her before
I still sing in her praise therefore

It is strange
Yet I manage
Miss her each moment
As mind never feels absent

She may come anytime
Invade the mind disappear in no time
I shall sit in no comfort
But feel anchored at port

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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