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How could I define

How could I define your presence in my life?
I witnessed turmoil and remained on edge of knife
Thank God you nearly saved me from public outrage
I was to prove my self as shame on the age

You did hold my arm and took to safety
You were so kind and proved all nicety
I was almost sunk in your absence
It was you who took me by surprise in everybody’s presence

I used to compare you with cool and bright moon
I enjoyed your bright less presence in the bright noon
You were there but had nothing of moon’s character
I simply adored you in my dream as ordinary actor

I should have been careful not to be spotted
All areas and points beautifully I had plotted
You were in all colors but clad in white
What I thought of you was a simple light

It did not turn up in sordid affair or failure
People tried to discourage and attempted to allure
It was you who stood fast and took me to your arm
What a lovely cool breeze but still feeling it warm

I had heard about features of dreamland
It was no different from the actual land
It was to be precisely the children’s fairyland
Love and joy to be found along with the friend

You were to prove so much as lovely friend
It was to brig all uncertainties to an end
I was soon to have freedom with my glorious present
Despair, unhappiness was to be away and remain absent

How many may be lucky to realize the dream
Harness the energy properly from directed beam
Is it not difficult to accept and treasure it as gift?
To continue it with ease without having any rift

I shall boost your company as personal victory
You never caused me any anxiety or worry
You saved me on all the counts and restored the position
We had very good union and strong composition

All those difficult years I found in you moon’s coldness
Smile always on face but equally covered with shyness
Black patches and sports reminded me always of illusion
It was only your firmness which made it as perfect liaison

I shall have endeavored to see it that it ends in the long run
Life is not turning into tragedy and looks like a fun
It has to have a durability which prevail and persist
I too pray for it and sincerely insist

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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