Treasure Island

Ramesh T A

(28th August 1950 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

A Gold Is Gold!


Groupism blinds real worth in the society!
Each one can know it only in isolation.....
They then feel like fish out of pond sure!

Inferior and good for nothing form a group;
Complex characters cover it by their group;
They blackout the worthy ones in circles...!

The value of gold never diminishes by time;
The noble metals they are called as genuine
And original status can never be concealed!

Some out of jealousy and hatred tarnish
The outward image but not inner beauty
That out shines ever and reveals itself sure!

The more the real worth is concealed ever
The more gold shines gloriously at the end!

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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