Loner On Bench

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Rose petals are scattered around I look at them and joy was found Not at their beautiful appearance But for me having last chance I daily come and sit on this lonely bench The surrounding and nature is liked by every inch I sit and hear the birds chirping It makes me to smile and not make weeping Tomorrow this bench shall be vacant I shall not be here present The soul shall travel onward Leave this world and wait for no word Friends and well wishers may surely come Miss my presence and silently welcome My absence with lots of praises “He was noblest of all” their eyes may sweepingly raise The petals are real choice To remind people of their promises The life is single journey With blessings from almighty I was no loner when was sitting Many people might have been sitting and quitting It would have been casual appearance I visualized it as last chance I shall bid good bye And think of my best try I did it with full justice I maintained relation with no choice

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