Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

It is here


It is here it is here
Not to be found anywhere
But here only and no where else
Place your self here and lovingly bear

Love is o share
Love is to dare
Suitable place to find somewhere
No where to go but somewhere here

There is no race
But lovely place
Where all come of their own and write
Differ with opinion and literally fight

There persists ideological difference
But they try and draw right inference
Exchange views at their presence
It is core, basic and certainly the essence

Why do we like certain people?
When they differ and create trouble
It is only for their assertive position
To show others that we are best in composition

Nice to argue and best to concede
A point of acceptance with readiness to accede
This is spirit where it cements the bond
Friendship comes first and differences come second

Clash with views and score the point
Form suitable front sometimes joint
Debate the issue and come out clean
There is logical score and simple win

Love the friends and find an end
That may reign with when wishes are sent
It may blossom with divergent views
Time may be less yet may be understood by few

If someone comes with flower to present
Do not be upset or mentally absent
Accept with grace and show the gesture
That shall be the foundation for lovely future

Submitted: Sunday, January 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 07, 2013

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