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AGRANI SAMKALP SILVER JUBILEE SOUVENIR

A POEM FROM A BUDDING WRITER
LITTLE BIRD
Aanya Sharma
Class X-A, N.K. Bagrodia Public School,
Sector-9, Rohini, Delhi

So alone, Magic..she describes it ,
So scared, as a work of witch.
Cold in the dark. She is bound to it.
Oh! Look at this pitiful creature Now, she loses track of time
Sobbing in the dark. And is blinded by its shine
Out of its shell, It's too late to go back now says she
The little birdie comes, As though forever stuck in this reel
Into the nothingness filled with dust Now she can't see where she is
Solitary on this trail of darkness, With her light dimmer than
She traces to find the light. it ever could be.
But seeing the nothingness Oh! look at this poor birdie

She gives up on the fight. Who blooming so late
Oh! Look at this poor birdie who was weared down All alone, all dirty
The dark eats her up, She again shouts for an aid
And she slowly dies out. Yelping like a toddler nowhere to get
"Help me" she cries, And this time
So, I give her a light. I gave her a friend
I put up with her tantrums, Her saviour and her help
And helped her revive. Who leads her out
So innocent, she is filled with happiness She is better and cleaner now

She keeps on staring at its luminance. She thinks about the past
And remembers all the misery
She dragged herself at

Oh look at this poor birdie
Who now blames me for her agony
She thought that I blinded her
I mage her fall into a never ending sin
But she forgot that it is I who gave her a kin
Who gave her the strength to fight
In her darkest of time
Or she wouldn't have been alive
Sketch Made by Aanya Sharma
To hold responsible my life! 

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