Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Blindness


‘Tis a style to say, I’ve nothing to loose
I know, there to loose, the faith they choose
One wants to be free, wants to be a king
Character with rocky ego, faith to misuse

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Sunday, August 18, 2013

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  • Sallam Yassin (8/18/2013 11:49:00 AM)

    yes faith is a correction of others
    through your correction of your own falsehood and inner illusions
    not through the hollowness words of your ego/short but shape (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/18/2013 10:04:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with a great message. Its easy to tell nothing to loose, but there is...
    Fantastic write. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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