That precious time may run out
It may result in complete route
Still so much is left in store
All my works to be admired and adored

I have love for rhyme
Synchronies it with space and time
I shall prefer only sunny side
The horizon is open and wide

Let me what I am
Not to be decided by them
I shall rule the hearts of people
My creation will always tell

It may echo all over
All areas to cover
The spreading of good message
Smooth sailing with clear passage

They are simple words
It has blessings from the lords
They have come as it has to
Each word is clear and true

Who shall come forward and say?
What preference I should have in way?
I shall sing in the way I could
It is always for me thought for food

I have openly advocated
In thoughts also not sugar coated
It is through clear vision and sight
I had seen the path with light

Not all may agree
They are all free
The flowers may boom in spring
Birds and bees may silently sing

It shall ring with music
It may be life time music
I shall vow to come back again
The lost position and pride to regain


I shall watch from distance
Eyes may close at once
Some one may ring in ear
I would love some words to hear

In no time I shall be no more
The poems may remain forever
At some stage they open the page
I shall then come out of the cage

hasmukh amathalal

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