Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

With Shower


Love what you believe
Attempt to survive
Relive life and adjust
Believe in god and trust

Reap the harvest and keep
Hope alive to sleep in future
For rich dividend and yield
That shall be happily held

The belief has to be strong
It may never send you wrong
You shall excel and earn favor
Not from god alone but from all over

God helps those who help others
Live happily and offer peace
That guarantees of being true human
It shows sign of good omen

Color and cast does exist
But we need not insist
It is his creation
We have to maintain only relation

The invisible string is always pulled
The individual is falsely fooled
He knows nothing about invisible power
The almighty is ready to cool him with shower

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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