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Anamika US St.Thomas School Thiruvananthapuram
The smart looking eyes

She came below my last dream,

Me myself through the gleam...

Through the last glass window..

Staring at the verdant meadow!

 

The glassy vast sky resembled..

The dispersed waves that glared!

And jerked to its lane

As showers and golden pain!!

 

Her smart looking eyes,

jeered at my hasted glimpse..

She screamed before the 6 roam!

To wake up as she is my mom!!

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