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Oct 2024
She cried a lot
As her play went wrong
One scene was missed
to find the dress kept on drum

Dress which was to change
was misplaced by someone to disarrange the things

She cried a lot
Nothing went wrong
Mentor told in good tone

But she cried a lot
Spectators did not know
any thing missed

But she said
"I am not crying for them
I am crying for me
Which I missed was precious to me"
Written by
Vanita vats
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