CRYING SOUL
HARITHA. P. R
VIII B
Oh ! My heart sobbing forlight
It is filled with sorrows
My new friendship poured
darkness in to my heart.
My white creamy eyes,
filled alot.
My speaking eyes,
and dump lips
made me alone.
The murmuring sounds
pierced in to my soul
The sorrows mounted up
I fell my heart hurty
but I have a teacher
She is the only consolation for me.
I like her very much
She is my last source of love
She gives love and care
Now I've brightness of
thousands stars.
Oh I was waiting for the light.
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