Treasure Island

Anand Ramachandran

(21-01-1995 / Selangor, Malaysia)

Love, life, courage


Love is something you always express,
Not only to humans but to animals and the rest.

Oranges are fruit which are sour and tasty,
Being with you is the only thing which makes me happy.

Sorry is the only thing i kept asking,
So why not giving a chance bY just forgiving.

Humble is the word describes you,
If you give us a chance ill prove it is true.

Enough of complications in life you have faced,
Give it a shot and break the phase.

Never think about the past which kills you,
Think about the happiness and always make it true.

Ending of sadness is something you need,
Courage and braveness s something you must feed.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 15, 2013

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