Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Password of my life


I have a well managed three dimensional structure
that makes me one among the crowd of all of you
I sing before humanity and beg him to return my soul
and, in return I get a whole wide mouth of respect

A good thought often flickers into my mind alltime
I have no courage to tide them into a single mass thought
rather, my life is shattered and each piece cries your name
are you listening to my grief and don't give ugly look to me

you see, my mother tells me that I write the best, as my mom
and I think about my poems that are eventually my life
am i writing well, then why dont anybody read me
Have I committed any blunder or something else has been done

My life is rather boring, it sucks, my wife
made up my mind, going to change password of my life..

Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013

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