Treasure Island

kalpana shah


Building Home

Solid and tough
Shapeless and rough
Lying on road
Nobody to care
Picking me up
To hit me hard
With little thought
Unaware of pain
Of throwing to hit
Witnessing silently
Pain of injury
Hide to cement

Building a home
For people to live
Care to share
Bonding strength
Solid and tough
Everyday growing
This time not rough
But smoothening
Bond with cementing
For people to share
A care for home

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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  • Unwritten Soul (9/2/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    Carpenters, building home, a guardian for people from any weathers...this is a nice thought...and we can look ourselves as a carpenter and people around as material, we could provide a good link among each other to create better place to stay for new comers to this world forever...if we ever get that...peace is what i mean..nice work Shah! _Soul (Report) Reply

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