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POEM

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• My Absurd Doubt
• My Birthday Present
• Navratri
• My School by Vasundhara
• The Trail
• My Beautiful Watch
• Exams by Anandita
• My earthly tour
• The Toy Boy
• My Dream by Rutuja
• Rain by Kaashvi
• A Life of a Student
• Mummy, Papa
• Heart
• First Day in School
• I wonder why
• Band of Glorious Future
• Books
• The Fight
• Amritsar To Delhi...
• Friendship is superior to love!
• My Mother
• My Dream
• The Toy
• Dreams
• The First day of my school
• My City
• Oh! Dear
• Granny
• Friendship by Aksha

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POEM
The Toy

This life is getting boring,
My friends are pretty
I am a bit ugly
And if you want to know, why I am this ugly
it is all because of my broken eye.
All my friends get a new home so fast
But my home is this shop for ever.

I see through the window a beggar boy,
Who too is like me without an eye.
He is lucky: he at least has a life,
can talk, move, play and even cry.
I can’t do anything
I have heard people say
they want to throw me.
But they don’t do it, since I am the oldest of all

Until one day, a boy stole me from my home.
But happily, he was none other than the beggar boy.
And today proudly, I am his only companion
And he is the only one for me.

Kaushika Nair
VII A
B.V.M. Elamakkara
Kochi, Kerala

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