With Perfect Relation

Life indeed is with purpose
Dog's life you think and suppose
What does it do? Eats only and barks
Yet the name attached with loyalty and sparks

Life can't be part time
It has purpose sometimes
Prove true to your conscious
Work steady but continuous

Life has mission
It may have many things for admission
For true confession
Yet it can not be called profession

Life is not practiced
It is promised
With noble act
The basic need in fact

It is gift from almighty
Let us make it as beauty
Beauty with difference
To live with in its presence

It can never be burden
As it may have many angles in shapes even
Sad, happiness and separation
To be enjoyed with perfect relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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