Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

We can face


Let us imagine
And feel fine
About cruel world
And miseries untold

Since the inception
It has remained same relation
Some get plenty of fortune
Some remained starved even

We all know about good health
Let us pray that remains till last breathe
Even if there nothing in hand
We cn put on hard work till end

Yes we can face he hardship
And anchor at port with ship
That is our resolution
And commitment towards life's mission

Let us face it cheerfully
Rather than remain gloomy
What purpose it may serve if we remain idle?
Face nothing and hide from real facts

Life and its events may not change
We all have to manage
It is destiny that has to be shaped
Even though it can only be hoped

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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