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May 2012
I’m living in the wild…

all around me I see different species.

some beautiful, some mute.

some loud, some small.

all around, the grassy terrains surround me.

the icy cold rain drips on my head.

the blazing sun beats against my skin.

the crying wind howls in my ears.

all around, the world suddenly turns filthy.

shouts, cries, blood, death.

what matters is who is more apt to survive.

I’m surviving in the wild…
Written by
Nitasha
545
   Jayanta and K Balachandran
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