hasmukh amathalal

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

Nothing will change


Nothing will change
Except time and age
You may perform it as casual
Nothing seems to be unusual

Don’t get bogged down in race
So many stiff challenges to face
Not all may allow you some rest
It will be rally crucial test

Smooth sailing is for the part timers
Easy current is not good for swimmers
Something like hurdle must be accepted
Not casual but hard line must be adopted

Time may tick in clock
You may have happiness and shock
Yet it is life to be lived on
Memory may fast emerge and suddenly gone

Bring in some rainbow to feel the color
Add happiness and little flavor
It may spread the fragrance with little effort
Wait for ships to anchor safely at the port

Submitted: Thursday, March 03, 2011

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