Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Priceless moment


Good morning and good night
Always to be used, alright!
It smells fragrance with sweetness
Even strangers may find happiness

Address from younger to elders
From student to teachers
It is example of good behavior
No one feels great or inferior

It comes from within heart
Respectable words are simple form of an art
Some words are taken as an affront
It has double meaning on front

Well, nothing to go after
But they are sought therefore
As respect for being honorable
Attitude exemplary and commendable

One works hard to earn respect
It comes out from his acts
No one gives it on payment
It is considered as priceless moment

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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