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POEM

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• My Dad is the Best
• The lasting green
• My father is the Best
• My Pink Cycle
• The Rising Sun
• Delhi Darshan
• When I was a kid...
• Spring And Winter
• I want to think
• Wonderful Words
• Vanishing Heritage
• Do you know who is she?
• Childhood Again
• A Plea
• Tension by Bhumi
• Success - My Host
• Author and his books
• Occupation
• Environment
• Saving Water
• Happy Birthday To You
• Conservation of Water
• I love My Teachers
• Time by Arth
• The Earth
• My Little Brother
• Friends by Ahsaas
• Flamingoes
• Care thou’st dear
• My First Day At School by Arko

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POEM
The Rising Sun

The sun will rise again tomorrow,
He will fight with the gloom to take all our sorrow.

Our eyes will gleam with happiness,
And again all our life will be filled with,
Smiles of sufficient fullfillness.

These days of sorrows are like birds of passages,
Which will turn fast and be a lesson,
For lifes another pages.

These days will make you the past master,
Of some thorns of reason,
And then these days will never come like a disaster.

Ku. Sneha Prashant Magar
Std VII
Golden Kids Eng. Med. High School
Amravati
Maharashtra

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