Treasure Island

Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(03 September,1988 / Sonepur, Saran, Bihar, India)

A Bank For You


There is a bank
With valuable cash
Not dollar or pound
With pleasing sound
Everywhere it is found
It is time, people say
24 hours of the day
Every Morning
86,400 seconds is credited
Every night
The amount is debited
Leaving no balance
At each morning
The account is re-credited
With same amount
It is you who should know
How to count
And make prudent investment
So that you can reap a dividend
You will have deficit
If you miss to use the credit
You don't have to wait in row
There's no drawing against tomorrow
So live in present
Accept the present
Try to always invest
And reap the best
Interest from the credit
You and only you can make it

Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 12, 2012
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