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The I-Land

 This is a tale of an emerging I-land,
Where S for society is negligibly silent.
               
              Organs with ideals loud, in it were big three,
              And very unlike the alphabet, it all began with C;

Noble in initials, C took I to some gain,
Many say now evident, it intents not the same;

              Boisterous B began unlike, religion its fundamental,
              Short not sweet its reigns, looks for strong revival;

Parading all virtuous, swaying gazes along comes A,
"Lets promise I to glory," says, "C and B can only decay";

               Misery sea stepping feet, I-landers simply look on,
               Can any hold the surges, least survival be forgone;

Step up, say I, I-landers, its we who make state,
Just not C, B or A, A to Z build the alphabet;

              Master if we language, that makes I for all,
              No wave too strong to flood, eternally we can stand tall!

              

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  1. Amit9 March 2014 at 22:06

    Brilliant!
    The A to Z make the alphabet line is a killer one.

    -Amit

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  2. Unknown19 March 2014 at 10:10

    Brillant!! Keep it up....
    Arif

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