Treasure Island

simran arora

(22-july-1996 / gurgon)

A status of success.....!


A shadow of respect,
a flame of response,
a desire of destination,
a bridge of dreams,
a plazer of demonstration,
a heart of modulation,
a birth of justification,

All just from a creation,
working for his nation,
his family and his passion,
overcoming every extinction,
with a big regret to distruction,

a new lump of dreams,
a new cry for success,
a new mind for aproval,
a new sun rise for hapy lif,
with a new passion for animation,

All jst for life he deserves,
with enfresing his desires,
with happines, and fires,
with love and respect,
and a few beautiful regret,
he realy steps to the world,
he desrvs.....that is SUCCESS....

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012

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