Waves in the sea coming like dashing bullets The little drops of water shooting up like shining pearls The fishermen are going in boats With their angles and nets The birds are in the sky Like aeroplanes fly When the air comes.........the sand goes up like golden frills I am watching all this through my window grills. C. Ananya IV 'D' Bhavan's Public School, Jubilee Hills,Hyderabad.
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