He smiled a lot,
He cried a little.
He loved a lot,
He worried a trifle.
Playing with a wheel,
Playing with a zeal.
Playing with dust,
Playing without rust.
He went to school,
He went on a rule.
To become something,
To be someone.
The school took his life,
The school gave him strife.
The food poisoned him,
The act imprisoned him.
He thus lay sapped,
He was thus mapped.
He lay on the bed,
He lay without any aide.
No one came to help,
No one came for self.
He thus died without a smile,
Wishing bit more all the while.
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RUTUJA
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July 20th, 2013
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Thanks rutuja :)
July 20th, 2013
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Thank you mallu..You can say that..:)
July 20th, 2013
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Thank you rukshita :)
July 20th, 2013