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Madonna Suchak Jun 2015
A CUTE LITTLE SPARROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
With brown feathers
A creature with metres.
She soars in azure like an eagle,
Her chanting is so dart,
Which over flows my heart
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
She nibbles the rice driftLy like an ant,
She swallows the water & dance in it
Like a peacock in rain.
Oh! I wish I could be like her
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Her voice is so thrilling like a peacock in farm,
Her life is so stunning like a butterfly,
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Days and days after Mays,
She starts to make nest
With a press of grass
And fear of crow cast.
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
I wish I could swoop like her,
I wish I could chant like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-BY LEKHA SUCHAK
Madonna Suchak Jun 2015
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
With brown feathers
A creature with metres.
She soars in azure like an eagle,
Her chanting is so dart,
Which over flows my heart
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
She nibbles the rice driftLy like an ant,
She swallows the water & dance in it
Like a peacock in rain.
Oh! I wish I could be like her
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Her voice is so thrilling like a peacock in farm,
Her life is so stunning like a butterfly,
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Days and days after Mays,
She starts to make nest
With a press of grass
And fear of crow cast.
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
I wish I could swoop like her,
I wish I could chant like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-BY LEKHA SUCHAK
Madonna Suchak Oct 2016
love is like flow of wind it happens very fast,
love is sometimes like destroyed rose which gives pain,
love is a sweet poison,
love sometimes improves you and gives you encouragement while sometimes destroys you in such a way that you cannot recover,
love is mixtures of chemicals
sometimes sweet
sometimes bitter
sometime sour..
love has all kind of aroma..
-MADONNA SUCHAK

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