Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The price of youth


The price of youth, is in the inertia of its tomorrow's.
Youth is not just a state to mate,
It is a gate to leap through your soul,
Into the universal whole.
It is not the time to invest in the inertia of tomorrow.
It is the tide of of all tides,
To drown the universe and its background sound,
With your own unique astounding hark,
And leave a timeless treat
For your flying lark.

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013

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