Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Show Your Presence


In order to make others feel that you live
It’s not merely enough to show your existence
Make contributions of your energy and give
Let others derive benefit from your presence.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 09, 2014

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  • Valsa George (8/29/2013 6:59:00 AM)

    Small but sweet! Physical existence is not enough, stamp your presence through the beauty of your actions! Great message! (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (8/28/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    Mere existence is not enough, be of some help to others. A beautiful message conveyed. thanks (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/28/2013 10:35:00 AM)

    A poem with a great message..Show your presence in everything you do..may be you could bring a smile on others face...loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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