Treasure Island

jayaraman balasubramaniam

(6TH MARCH 1952 / SALEM, INDIA)

Public Issue?


Public Issue? - All thinks it will bring boon!
Uncertainly it will take away your spoon!
Beware of this gambling to secure your peace!
Long earned saving don’t let it piece!
Inspired by so-called quick money? -Don’t take loan!
Calculated risk - Aware! Or otherwise.

Inviting the problem, if you are not so smart!
Studying and trading it’s a different art! – It will
Slowly take away your soul! - Added
U -all made to be fool! - At least
Enter not this swimming pool!

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013
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Some of my friends lost their savings/hard earned money. I am always away from this gambling!

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