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In the Balcony of my room

In the balcony of my room I lay,
Watching the birds flying past,
A few of them sing, 'koo-koo' a few say,
One bright blue bird breath it's last,
And fell in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

An eagle hit its wings,
Alas! It fell and died.
Why does death occur?, my mind thinks,
Oh why?, Oh lord why?
I kept wondering in the balcony of my room.
In the balcony of my room.

I hear the cuckoo singing on the branches,
The butterflies fluttering on the roses of my garden.
It looks as though, "come to me dear butterflies" say the roses,
Sucking the nectar, their delicate wings dancing.
I see in the balcony of my room.
In the balcony of my room.

The bright blue sky very beautiful,
The green grass, glittering under the sun brightly.
The mighty merry sun is gazing at me I feel,
Somewhere it melts ice and here it glows gloriously.
I feel in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

The sun setting, sky becoming pink,
Birds returning to their abodes,
The sun slowly sinks,
The honeybees hastily flying to their homes,
I keep gazing in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

The roses blooming beautifully,
My heart dwells with bliss when I see them through my lens,
They grow by spreading their smells slowly,
I see the jasmines spreading their fabulous fragrance.
I smell in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

I see the milkweeds moving,
The dandelions dancing delicately.
The tulips twirling,
The shoeflower swaying swiftly.
I look in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

The cream-coloured crescent moon appears,
Sparkling stars decorate the sky,
Constellations I see hear and there,
Seeing them, here I lie.
I lay in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

I feel my grandma who is no more is up above,
I see her smiling smiling soothingly at me.
I feel the god's presence above,
I feel the soul inside me.
I feel in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

The best place for me in the whole world is here,
In this balcony where wonderful things are there to see.
I sing, listen, feel, think and stare,
At the close of the day I write poetry.
I write in the balcony of my room,
In the balcony of my room.

Ashrita
D.ashrita
Class8
Bharatiya Vidya Bhavans Public School
Hyderabad

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