Real Secrets - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
I thought of it several times
But everything went into flames
What could I see in new emergence?
The pictures of readers with their presence
Not only energy
But new strategy
Flowers of different color
And presentation of lovely nature
We fail to read their mind
With criticism and concept unkind
How could this happen?
How hell can be converted into heaven?
Yes, put your heart and soul
But never fail
In your attempt to avail
What you think is real!
You should try to know from small child
Why does he get wild?
Upon refusal of his beloved items
You will know real secrets from then
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