Wheather right or wrong

Whether wrong or right,
For rights you always fight,
Show the strength and also might,
Grab the opportunity when in sight,

When flying a kite in sky?
Never think of distance,
Not also of resistance,
Only of aim and substance,

So when love is near and in sight,
Hold in arm with grip and tight,
It’s not show of strength,
But powerful attachment with length,

At a time of grief,
Offering solace in brief,
It is just a small leaf,
But can be felt by even a deaf,

Meeting friends after long absence,
Shows the love of great essence,
Eyes full of tears and face red,
Not so felt at the time of wed,

Parents, friends shower the love,
Hold the arm, embrace or hug,
Holding with love is always right,
What a tight, might but it’s alright.

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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