Treasure Island

ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Refresh Air


Every movement of life.
Each second of life.
In the deep darkness.
Happy and bright movement of life.

I can not live without you.
My soul always flying with you.
I always find you very pleasant and refreshing.
My heart loves you very much.

Your virtues are so good.
Every one loves you.
Imagine to live without you is near impossible.
Not a single creature of God.
Dare of think live without you.

I know & every one know.
How precious you are.
I do not know.
How & Why some people show disrespect you?
Polluting life saving Air.

Air is precious and life saving.
Need of the hour is awareness.
Among masses not to pollute.
Have a good health and enjoy with pure air.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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