Treasure Island

Siawash Rustami


education


education is life
education is famous in the society
education is the best car of prestige
a prestige that can not be forcefully taken away
the rich taste from it and became wise
the poor taste from it and became rich
oh education the mother of all profession
let's get rid of ignorance in Afghanistan
oh education what a name you are
education is the best legacy
education is the best car of prestige.

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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this poem is for the people of afghanistan, , , , send your children to school

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  • Shraddha The Poetess (9/15/2013 1:13:00 AM)

    education is neccessity...it is the best estttttt way to go towards ur aim, , , to achieve ur goals...
    beautiful and ameaningful poem...i invite u to read mine........ (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (9/15/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    education is the best, knowledge rules the world, good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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