Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Time Spares None


All are covered one by one
Someone departs early
But all prepare for it timely

It gives no time
To prepare and dare
Childhood, youth and then old age
All are known and definite stages

What are we meant for here?
To formant the trouble for others
Or to live in disharmony
Certainly not blessed for same by almighty

Time is not in our favor
No one thinks of humanly honor
We are for short duration
So still doors are open to build good relation

'If I can be simple human'
That shall be the slogan
To remove agony and pain
Let us do little in that direction and gain

Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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