hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 23,623 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Out of any action


Never did anyone on me some tricks
As it will always first strike
My mind may start working
I was fortunate to have it as liking

I am fond of her as everybody may be
She has appeal, feels frank and free
To mingle with idea of her own
She is known for her quick quality to disown

It is personality that attracts
Rest all are same acts
Person does for his own satisfaction
Nobody can be blamed for any reasons

I have heard remarks
But embarked upon to start
A close liaison
With clear vision

If she has any of the formidable weapon
I too shall have the clear design
In mind to make her miss the goal or aim
I had no desire to earn bad fame

Person may die at any time
Death is destiny but blamed sometimes
For the cause that was apparent
In fact not real but absent

Wish I could be her last laugh
As she was to become my best half
I had desired to be her victim
Her eyes were like sun’s beam

I believed fully in faith
That ultimate destination is death
That can come from any direction
Love failure, sickness or out of any action

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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