Treasure Island

Narendra Kuppan

(28.12.1986 / Bangalore)

I Love to Write


I Love to Write, I Love to Write,
When I am Happy I Love to Write.
When I am Sad I Love to Write.
When I am Glad I Love to Write.


I Love to Write, I Love to Write.
When I am Bad I Love to Wright.
When I am Good I Love to Write.

I Love to Write, I Love to Write.
To Become Glad When I am Sad I Love to Write.

I Love to Write, I Love to Write.
To Become Good when I am Bad I Love to Write,
When I write I always try to Think Right, So When I am bad.
I Love to Write, I Love to Write.


I Love to Write, I Love to Write,
Because it makes my Thought Bright.

Submitted: Monday, April 06, 2009
Edited: Monday, September 24, 2012
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