Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(03 September,1988 / Sonepur, Saran, Bihar, India)

Aim in Life


Everyone in this world
Young and old
Rich or poor
For sure
To succeed in life
Must have a aim in life
For
A man without any fixed purpose
Serves no use
And it's like a ship without radar
Drifting here and there
Near and far
At the mercy of the winds
Lives life and life ends
Powerless to control its course
Philosophy of life without a discourse
A person having no aim in life
Break down at little strife of life
Aim is something which to guide your actions
Regulate your conduct and reactions
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
(शशिकांत निशांत शर्मा ‘साहिल')

Submitted: Tuesday, May 01, 2012

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  • Greg Uhan (5/7/2012 12:49:00 PM)

    Inspiring wisdom. I tend to drift along through life, if it wern't the steady support and encouragement of friends and family, I'd be nowhere. I feel a deep emotional connection to this poem, thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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