Bubbles, Bubbles what a fun! Shining and glistening in the sun. Soapy bubbles floating in the air I can see them even standing or Sitting in a chair. They are to me like silver and gold They are evergreen favourites of Me and never become old From making bubbles my mother Father andeven sister stop me. But I don’t stop making bubbles Because they fill me with glee. I stick and see bubbles as if stuck with a glue. But nowdays I don’t make them as I fear of Getting a flu. Nidhi Iyer II C Bhavan’s B.P. Vidya Mandir Civil Lines Nagpur
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