Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 438,243 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Little Sore - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

Little sore

I was getting desperate
When she tried to state
'I shall be yours forever'
It made me little sore too

If something gos wrong
If life is sold for song
I was getting in with ceaseless thoughts
I closed eyes and sought full calm

You may eb sincere
But powerless against fear
It shall grip you with concern
With full possibility of unfavorable turn

But I am not negative thinker
I very much like her
She has openly favored
I too have willingly offered

She tries to soothe my feelings
She my queen I her being crownless king
You shall remain with poor man?
'Yes, yes' I am your woman

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (1/17/2016 7:11:00 PM)


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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (1/17/2016 9:42:00 AM)


    She tries to soothe my feelings
    She my queen I her being crownless king
    You shall remain with poor man?
    “Yes, yes” I am your woman
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 17, 2016


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