hasmukh amathalal

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

Lovely Future


No one tries to fall
But it responds to call
Beautiful invite
For passion to ignite

The light path follows
And it certainly allows
To be felt at each other
One responds with smile either

The age does miracle
The invitation goes through smile
The easy and effective one
So far not shard by any one

Love is divine gift
Be firm and make no shift
Love her till end
Comfort her always as friend

Let her see you as beam
And work as team
Take her to safety
As graced by almighty

Let garden add new flower
With fragrance smell her
Make her feel at home
Always open arms to welcome

Nature may support
But some times may fall short
You make it worth and assure
She must find lovely future

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

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