Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

A snail with a duck feet


TO THE HERMIT

'Can talent be grown and shown, majesty? '

They are only get by born, dear child.' Hermit replys.

what about the bird in the hand of the person,
is that dead or alive, dear hermit? '

Child, its all lies in that person's hand, replys the hermit.'

I have seen a snail with a duck feet, is it possible?

Hermit replys something that satisfys the person.

May i know the answer from my readers?
Waiting....

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013
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