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POEM

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• Who Am I ?
• Silver Moon
• Dog
• My Visit to Jungle
• Monsoon
• Footprints
• Sunday
• Mr Knowall
• My Meaningless Friendship
• Hurt No living Thing & How doth the little busy bee
• Christmas
• Bhagat Singh
• Friends
• Nature
• My Escape
• Earth is Not Ours Alone
• Underground
• To See Me Smile & Three at a Table
• My Friend
• Not What I Expected
• Dear Candle
• Remembering My Friend
• Hope—the crusader
• Hungry
• Exams
• My Pen
• My Wish
• Why

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POEM
Sunday

Sunday Atlast!, the day has come, In which I think it's my freedom; Of course! It is Sunday; Cartoon Network is waiting for me, And School books are getting ready, To sleep; Playing with friends all day, And sleeping in a bed which is as soft as hay; In the evening, for playing I go to the park Where I always see a lark; At night I and my family take dinner together,  Which leaves neither, Our dog; But the fun has all finished, 'cause, Monday again tomorrow. Why always Sunday, is only so small. By:  Sayali Saoji,  Std V,  42/A, Pitruchhaya, Shivaji Nagar, Nagpur, 440010, India

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Words of Appreciation

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ASHTON

I didn't like it much either. Why aren't you at church on Sunday?

SHREYA

Good effort to write a poem, but it doesn't look anything like a poem. You've tried to make the words rhyme, but without a certain meter, it's a little hard to read and understand. And the English too isn't good.

VINODH

Hi!! you have really done a good job at this very young age. I feel instead of criticizing young children, you guys should try to motivate.... Bye!! 

SANTOSH

WHAT??

SANA

Good. This is not only yours but also the inner feelings of everybody.

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