Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Going Places


Going places'
A way to learn
People and culture
And man's heritage.

Outlook improves
Mind's doors open
To fresh ideas
And novel thoughts.

Selfcenteredness,
Feeling of loneliness
Just disappear
Welcoming togetherness.

Wander where
Nature's abundant
Roam where
Tradition's present.

Time spent for
Learning our history
And ways to live
Simply add to life.

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Valsa George (9/17/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    Travelling to places is a delight as well as a learning experience, helping us to cast away our gloom and widening our horizon! A beautiful poem, Sir! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/17/2013 8:47:00 AM)

    That`s very nice of you sir. In this global village we have see and learn more and for that travels alone can help us. (Report) Reply

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