Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

Under His refuge


I was in dark wood
Never followed or understood
It was no magic or dry spell
I have human life but not doing well

There is perfume and fragrance in nature
There are stars and sky for future
They are hanging in the sky
So I need not bother and try

But why I remain indifferent?
Think about past, future and not of present
Do dead people ever speak?
This stupid argument makes me sick

If graves were our pilgrimage
I should have always remained at gate
Asked for the solution and chosen the path
But alas! They have gone all ready and breathed last

Simple prayers grant wisdom
The problems come seldom
You have vision to tackle
They come and disappear to settle

Let us remain under His refuge
Nothing may ever be refused
If at all at any sage, your feel confused
That situation may soon be defused

Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013

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