hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 26,677 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Thoughts spoil too


Which kind valley is rich heritage?
That produces beautiful thoughts in all ages
As child you have fancy for fairies
Then gradually it varies

As student, you are eager to acquire
Build new image for future
Earn fame and get position
Life can be thrown open for new relation

What do you think generally?
It does not concern you really
As everything is uncertain
Some thoughts do cause pain

Well, let us not give more consideration
As it will fill pages with indication
It may pay dividend if planned in advance
Rest all is depended on chance

Thoughts after thoughts spoil too
Too much of caution can not make you avail
Real opportunity that is needed
Only right things can be conceded

Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014

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