Treasure Island

V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

What Life Is


Life is a test
Whether work or rest
And to reach at the top
You must give your best

Life is a battle
Whether normal or fatal
And to be a winner
You must go and rattle

Life is a clash
Whether old or fresh
And to be a star
You must make a mesh

Life is an ascent
Whether thorny or descent
And to be a victorious
You must have the talent

Life is a race
Whether stroll or chase
And to be the first
You must show a pace

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 09, 2014

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Composed on March 10,2014

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  • Malini Kadir (3/10/2014 2:34:00 AM)

    It was a show of race....of unexpected pace....Life is a race
    Whether stroll or chase
    And to be the first
    You must show a pace (Report) Reply

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