I lived all my days for others I gave my fruits to you. I gave the shade you needed When you were haunted by the sun. It is I who purified the air That is sustaining your life. But you are not thankful to me, Moreover you are cruel to me, You killed my parents who did the same. I watched you cutting them I could hear their helpless cry then. I know you’ll kill me too one day But remember one thing: You will all suffer for this same day. Sree Priya. C X Bhavan’s Senior Secondary School , Chithali
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