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Anamika US St.Thomas School Thiruvananthapuram
A thirst for joy..!

Once in a mild whisper,

Dashed a furious tale...!

Where a piece of joy was scarred..

Beneath the lowlands!!

 

Had a sack of knowledge with her...

But the mind was quite pale!

Tranquil name was marred...

And soul filled with commands..!!

 

A blinder, the eye, disguised as red!

A splendor, vanished at a glance,

Weakened the muscles near the cheeks..

Refused to smile for a while.

 

The nature gasped by the time,

She knew some hard dismal chimes..

Muttered in shaking wave,

Who I am wasn't brave!

 

The tale focused to a terrible climax...

It was she the wight who smiled!

She laughed again,

Without a cease..

Hurried by joy

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