Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

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

I and My Talent


endless days,
never ending todays,
no gurantee for future,
past has no existance,
refer to exit and entrance,
my life has become so,
being so much qualified,
I and my talent is not required.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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26 April 2012

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  • Unwritten Soul (6/25/2013 7:26:00 AM)

    Whatever you want to be, as what you have it will always be something useful for you..this is a tool that God gives to you to win your life, if you use it smart..you can create larger than life...as if only no boundaries, your talent and you only..in your own world_Soul (Report) Reply

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