Treasure Island

Somanathan Iyer


Concepts 6


A clever would like to change the others
A wise will change according to the times
An intelligent converts situations favorable
A lazy sits unconcerned by letting die all the chances

Ignore the past that sends you jitters
Ignore the people who make you fetter
Ignore the thoughts that make you fritter
Induce the mind to think always better

Compete not if you can’t
Cooperate problems naught
Stay calm in times of crisis, for
The road to success is a tight rope walk

For some winning is a gambit
For some losing is a habit
Approach in strategy anchors the result
Without the loser winner can never rejoice

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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