Golden Words Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

As word suggest golden,
brightness always retained,
even buried underground,
It’s inherence never detained,

So the words beautifully chosen,
carefully selected and weighed,
may retain sweetness,
even lost for a while,

Friendship from a friend,
with chosen word,
touches heart bare,
only to find place in it,

It will never cost more,
Wicked may do it more often,
Just to cheat a noble soul,
Only to loose it once again,

Do grief over not a words,
for words are just a gimmick,
played for safety and skill,
Just to say it is fun and comic,

I may not fall to prey,
Again to loose golden place,
Wicked I may have the design,
but with all good intention,

May I wish all happiness,
in her life to come,
let all black clouds disappear,
let my Roshan get better shine,

Gold may loose charm again,
silver lines may disappear,
let friends go in oblivion,
but friendship not in vain,


Curse not luck and fate,
All are but same side of coin,
one side may be dark,
other side may be 'Roshan' or bright

Both sides stand equal to me,
What is dark or what is bright,
If both are to be there,
let bright be with her,

I shall carry with black,
hope to find golden rays,
when fall on golden coin,
inscribed words may shine and speak