When I got up from the bed,
The time was 3 O' clock.
My mom, to me said,
Hear the news, my head broke.
Grandma was my childish friend
Who had become ill,
Then people came and found,
She was lying in chill.
Focusing to the blue sky,
Going up in a flame,
Like a pigeon going to fly,
It makes me god's game.
The time was 3 O' clock.
My mom, to me said,
Hear the news, my head broke.
Grandma was my childish friend
Who had become ill,
Then people came and found,
She was lying in chill.
Focusing to the blue sky,
Going up in a flame,
Like a pigeon going to fly,
It makes me god's game.
(POEM BY MALAVIKA T. R., XII, 2008-2009)
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