Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Love to be buried


I would love to be buried
Deep under ground and not hurried
I am buried as poor
Death is not known to neighbor even

What had I dreamed?
The reality was not beamed
I stared at failure
I am still not sure

I have permanent refuge
Under the ground but place is not huge
It is with limited access
But I have smile on face

What I did not get on surface?
Peace of course
It was eluding forever
I could hardly dream ever

People did not kill me instantly
But their stare troubled me presently
I found only hatred
Which made me almost dead?

I shall sleep forever
Witness no turmoil ever
It shall be ideal place to witness
Free from worry and mad chase

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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