Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

How can


How can I
And how can you stay
Without doing anything?

Forget about adversity
And forget also prosperity.

You cannot make
Any friendship
With anything
With anybody,
Find there
Only impossibility.
Your sayings
All are
Your ignorance.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014
Edited: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/14/2014 2:45:00 AM)

    How can I
    And how can you stay
    Without doing anything? nice lines...10

    you can do many things in isolation
    with good meditation
    how could Lord Mahavira and Gautam Budhha dis
    sans desires adn sans greed (Report) Reply

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