Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

I am 17


Though my age does not match wid my talent
but i have enough capability to make you silent
you think i am boasting in this afternoon
then its correct, please forget them soon

i am only a little wonder and nothing else
just surviving myself in this great poetry race
and there are many who are far better than me
they are the oceans, i a mare little sea

i always do my work of pleasing your mind
and with your soul my soul is bind
and the way you all encourage me is amazing
for only poetry my red little heart is ringing.

my ways are queer never would be my intention
i will pick up my love from a by far station
and then we have our world out of this bin
but remember my darling, I am only seventeen.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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