Treasure Island

SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

A tour


Its little haste today
It’s fully accelerated
Need to reach as there is a chance to seize
Tantrum can expect in turn
Transfer wage to speculation
Righteous pave was peculiar in its way
Stock of parity astonished
Prophecy was controlled and was not elegant
Injury obstacle for awhile
But stitched it and driven to the end
Healed it as time was taken
When reached there, made a twist
Target was absconded,
Need to set for a long drive again
As trial is numerous to reach the gain
Need to bend as turn is not unknown
Never loss hope, as its hidden
It can reach as its somewhere

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014
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