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Saturday, October 14, 2006 |
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Whoever made study I want to kill that buddy It has eaten up our mind In such a kind We do not get time to play With Barbie or with clay Maths is too complicated Moral science too sophisticated Science is too deep After studying history we fall off to sleep Geography helps us know about the world But civics is full of dirt O God, please have mercy on us And make studies easy for us Pelika Gupta X-D, St Joseph Convent Secondary School, Bathinda Mother Earth A round ball With no end at all Like a mother Gives her blessing, Always rotates around the sun And is never resting. It is covered with water, And also with land, The depth of ocean, seas may alter, And so also may the desert sand. Hills, mountains, rivers, lakes Canals and spring, She moves all around In an oval orbit, Like birds with wings, Somewhere there are ponds and waterfalls, Sometimes the water level rises, Sometimes it falls. A round ball, With no end at all Antriksh Sharma, IX,
Sacred Heart Convent School, Samrala |
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