Treasure Island

ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Attitude


This is a spirit.
This is a sport.
This is a source of energy.
This is a life line.

When you are down
Refresh yourself fight it out.
Gather all your energy
Believe it you will near to success.

A friendly fight against your opponent
Simple prove yourself you are better
This is a test of coordination and control of
Mind, strength and time to give you an edge.

You are very weak and inactive
Give a thought on fight
I will fight it out and win over all my weakness
This thought will generate lot of energy.

Life is full of worries forever
Understand worries in true spirit
Play it with full energy
Every movement in Life is fight.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013

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