Treasure Island

ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

Utility of life


Why thou devote your time
in cheating and fraudulent work
thou devote your time to the service of mankind
and for creatures of God

Thou devote your time
in chanting the name of thy God

Thou devote your time
in meditation and concentration

why thou waste your time in evil critics
thou devote your time
for good relationship and
worldwide fraternity

why thou waste your time for evil deed
thou devote your time for good deed

Submitted: Saturday, January 07, 2012
Edited: Sunday, January 08, 2012

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  • Wahab Abdul (1/8/2012 10:30:00 AM)

    very good theme..didactive..from a thoughtfull person...very nice words...gr88 work
    i like the poem..as it is very purposefull...keep it up...please read my new poems (Report) Reply

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