A love of the day
I could not see her smile
it was long ago for a while
it flickered in moon light
A glorious moment to be called right
I love a special day
which brings smile all the way
it may be in the form of ray
thought it may be distantly away
Who can know and take it for real?
it has to be inwardly and must feel
if not then you are simply called rotten
it is off the scene and totally forgotten
it does not come all of sudden
it is not to be invited even
it emerges from invisible land
Only God extends his invisible hand
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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