Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 384,598 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Profession - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

It is profession
That remains in blood circulation
It can never change
Even in later age

The man designs
Ad suitably resigns
For lighter job
Even if he has to rob

Once a robber
Always lives with thriller
It becomes passion
And new tactics for profession

Neither new job can fascinate
Not enter mind to facilitate
The peace to enter
In the nerves center

'Old habits die hard'
They are all golden words
Let us prove wrong
And enjoy with real song

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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