Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

You Are Bad


You are bad when you
Make others cry
You are good when you
Make others smile.
This is the principle
In this life so simple
You are hurting the legs
Of the cow and bull.

You are evil and coming
To my world to conquer
In disguised as good
You are lower than anybody
If you hurt others
And make them cry
You are pushing this society
Towards hell.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013
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  • Olumide Familusi (8/14/2013 8:44:00 PM)

    What can be more true than this apt description of life? Thanks for sharing and leaving a comment on my page. Honored. (Report) Reply

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