Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Allow Me.


To shred your argument.
Analysis is the only gateway,
To reach knowledge and wisdom's bay.
It also has a habit to dawn,
Present it self in its nude form,
Seeking of you to only have the balls,
To accept it at its face and call.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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