Preety kumari: STUDY Here comes the study, It is tough buddy. Mathematics is not easy, It makes me busy. I wanted to do top, But my plan proved flop. Parents just tell me to study, Playing is far better daddy. For playing they tell me wait, And tell me that book is my life mate. No friends will work, It gives me a jerk. Tenses are headache, My favourite teacher is absent then it is an earthquake. Science is based on reality, But studying is not my quality. Sst makes me saint, I am almost to faint. Hindi is your favourite subject, But I object? Integers make me shake, It's easy is, its all fake. EVEN MY RESULT WAS NICE, I ASK YOU AM I WISE? |
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Preety kumari: "PARENTS" For us they give every test And always give their best. They cannot see us crying They hate lying. They suffer with a lot of pain We should not let it go in vain. We should make them proud They make us shine in the crowd. They do very hard labour And ask for no favour. In life, they are the top most tier They help us to overcome our fear. Never make them sad even it sounds bad. Parents are God For children they are the spinal cord. I Love My Parents Don't you? Love them Because They love you. |
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