Treasure Island

Shahid Hussain Chouhdry

(25-03-1991 / Bahawalpur, Punjab Pakistan)

Swot Analysis


Endeavor so hard as Swot analysis,
Paved my path in dishearten crisis,
 
From cradle to the grave,
Confront delusion world with simple naive,
 
Loosed all my knight ness and habit of brave,
Contemptful life spent with no asset save,
 
Rhyme of my odes provoke no sound of clave,
Always remained in darkest hidden cave,
 
Words of apathy induce no wave,
Ravage all my thoughts, of which I crave,
 
Enthusiastically write hard for fave,
But, People considered me not more then a knave.

Written By
M. Shahid.H Chouhdry

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
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Before 8 lac International poets, How I can Rise and Shine?

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