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Smile and Fragrance

written by: Hasmukh Mehta


The smile flies hundreds of miles
to file a reply and spread the fragrance
not with luck by a chance
but as its honest stance

the smile is an easy form
to inform
that relations are warm
and may cause no harm

it is the only gift
that makes no shift
in approach
and sincerity as such

it makes no difference
when drawn an inference
it is a valuable asset
and subsidies anger or lets it off

smile has no ground to recover
but only to provide cover
to find the destination
and improve upon the relation

the goal is visualized
the port is zeroed
smile rushes on the face
to spread once more the smiling grace

Hasmukh Mehta

Hasmukh Mehta

I am an ex-serviceman from Indian Air force. I joined Oriental Insurance Company and retired from there too in May, 2007. I have graduated from Punjab University. I hold technical qualification like Diploma in Radio/engineering. I have done English and Hindi stenography as well. I had mastered the art in Morse telephony too. I am associated with several welfare organizations and served long time as Union leader too. I am at present working as hobby writer. I write poems on various subjects and invite suggestions from all the quarters. I have written one memoir named “As I see it”. I have been awarded with 4 achievement award from the Ezinearticles for successfully meeting with their standard. I am writing on many sites so as to be associated with reader friends all over the world. I am thankful to all those who have supported me in my initial days. Recently, I am honored to receive two prestigious gold medals from Indira Priyadarshini Gandhi award and fro Late President Dr. S.Radhakrishnan gold award for contribution in the literature field.
Hasmukh Mehta

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