Treasure Island

ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Strength


Strength is a energy.
Strength is in different form.
Strength is a game.
Strength is also moral.


Its feel electrifying.
Entire body organ activate to act.
Heart and mind want to do something meaningful.
A source of energy.

Majority of people want to show.
Few want to keep with in their soul.
Result may be good or bad.
Varity of strength numerous.
It ‘s game for political circle.
It's show of strength for sport.
It is also mind game to control over anguish.
Strength play in true spirit.

We will use it for the welfare of people
We will unite and fight for right cause
We will show it to country enemy
Strength is moral boost for all of us.

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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