Treasure Island

Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(03 September,1988 / Sonepur, Saran, Bihar, India)

Success: A Perception


Success lies in being happy
After losing the game
Success lies in giving credit
And taking the blame
Success lies in doing good
Without thinking for name and fame
Success lies in winning friends
Sharing goods and claim
Success lies in the fair means
Not in anyhow achieving the aim
Success lies in team spirit
Making efforts jointly for the same
Success lies in enjoying the journey
Not in reaching the hall of fame

Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Email: shashikantnishantsharma@gmail.com

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