Treasure Island

Jayachandran Chakrapany


I am not a waste


My parents think
My life is a waste
My friends think
My life is a waste
My neighbors think
My life is a waste
My heart and soul think
My life is not a waste

Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2012

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  • Shahzia Batool (7/17/2013 7:30:00 AM)

    Heart and soul are the two active energies inside given by God that help you and guide you to find a purpose to keep going, giving you a reason to live, and when you start marching to the beat of your own drum, the people around you change their wearings about your being confident! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (7/8/2013 11:46:00 AM)

    Let them go to the.............
    As a fine poet you are here, you have to be here whatever others think about you.
    And above all your thoughts are primary for your existence. (Report) Reply

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