Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

The sun to

I look at them
And want to tell
About secrets of woman
Who is human too?

I feel angry
When people cause worry
With there scant remark
When I really want to start

I feel pity
When they show anxiety
At me and throw
Words of no worth to grow

Am I not being the child?
Of same creator who was kind
To bring me on this earth
With beautiful face and life to be worth

My eyes turn full of wrath
And force to take deep breathe
I inhale with deep satisfaction
But exhale with no explanation

I am as ordinary as simple woman
Show respect at every turn
People may be after my outer appearance
I give them no chance

Yes, sun is about to emerge
I am out of bed and think of last night's page
I had put my views with frankness
I feel fresh shine on face

Submitted: Thursday, August 07, 2014

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