Ready To Share - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Time never passes
as it has its own class
unique and peculiar
known to all even earlier
It rushes on screen
Which was seen?
In old time
To remind again this sometime
Where is that golden period?
I used to think and fill void
Those were the school days
The teachers were guide in many ways
How were we hiding behind?
Cupboard was the place where no body could find
It was all the fun through out
We were talkative and always fought
Time slipped away in no time
The innocence had disappeared with time
The mustache showed I was young man
Known as shy boy previously then
I laugh it out and think
It had nice effect to bring
We were altogether
Ready to share and offer
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