My friend Micheal,
Saw different kinds of people.
One fat, one thin,
Some studious, some keen.
Few hard to know,
Some are friends, others are foe.
All are different, he analysed,
We are human, we realised.
Everything is messed, but yet we are blessed.
(7th Grade)
i remember school when i read the above poem:-)
ReplyDeleteIf you could write like this at the age of 12,
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine the depth in your thinking and your potential to write. Simply superb! just loved it!
so glad that u understand and hope some day evryone in the world does...... will make it big with all ur support
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