Treasure Island

simran arora

(22-july-1996 / gurgon)


Inspiration are two souls at one way,
one say, other stay,
one ask, other solves,
one demands, other gifts,
one trust, other proves....

Inspirations are two souls at one way,
one motivates, other eleborates,
one judge, other justifi,
one makes, other sales.....

Inspirations are two souls at one way....
One bless and one pray.

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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  • Vipins Puthooran (6/22/2013 4:48:00 AM)

    inspiration=acceptance(by our mind) egoless attitude(by others towards us) //
    Excellent poem! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (6/22/2013 4:46:00 AM)

    inspiration=acceptance(by our mind) +egoless attitude(by others towards us) //
    Excellent poem! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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