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POOR SOUL
SITTING ON A SWING,
IN A LONELY PARK,
I SIMPLY STARTED OBSERVING THINGS AROUND ME.
JUST ME AND THE NATURE.
THE BROWN-BLACK SOIL IS CRYING, BECAUSE IT MISS THOSE CHILDREN'S FOOTSTEPS
SWINGS AND SLIDES ARE SAD,
CUZ THERE IS NO ONE TO PLAY ON THEM.
WHOLE PARK HAS GONE PALE AND INACTIVE.
LOST IT'S CHARM AND HAPPY MOOD.
IT MISS THAT TIME WHEN PEOPLE USE TO PLAY ON THEM,
THEY USED TO ENJOY ON THEM TILL LATE EVENINGS.
THE PARK TOO USED TO BE HAPPY THEN,
BY SEEING THOSE PEOPLE AND PLAYING WITH THEM.
NOWADAYS TECHNOLOGY HAS INCREASED SO MUCH
THAT PEOPLE HAVE FORGOT THAT THERE IS LIFE TOO, WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY.
THAT PARK WHICH ONCE WAS BLESSED WITH 7 COLOURS,
IS COMPLETELY SAD NOW.
ALSO IT WAS MY TIME TO GO,
AS I STOOD UP,A HEAVY BLOW OF WIND BLEW,
LIKE IT WAS STOPPING ME FROM GOING.
WITH A SAD HEART I PROMISED THAT SOUL,
THAT I WILL COME AGAIN,
I WILL COME AGAIN SOON.
--- MY OWN POEM
IN A LONELY PARK,
I SIMPLY STARTED OBSERVING THINGS AROUND ME.
JUST ME AND THE NATURE.
THE BROWN-BLACK SOIL IS CRYING, BECAUSE IT MISS THOSE CHILDREN'S FOOTSTEPS
SWINGS AND SLIDES ARE SAD,
CUZ THERE IS NO ONE TO PLAY ON THEM.
WHOLE PARK HAS GONE PALE AND INACTIVE.
LOST IT'S CHARM AND HAPPY MOOD.
IT MISS THAT TIME WHEN PEOPLE USE TO PLAY ON THEM,
THEY USED TO ENJOY ON THEM TILL LATE EVENINGS.
THE PARK TOO USED TO BE HAPPY THEN,
BY SEEING THOSE PEOPLE AND PLAYING WITH THEM.
NOWADAYS TECHNOLOGY HAS INCREASED SO MUCH
THAT PEOPLE HAVE FORGOT THAT THERE IS LIFE TOO, WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY.
THAT PARK WHICH ONCE WAS BLESSED WITH 7 COLOURS,
IS COMPLETELY SAD NOW.
ALSO IT WAS MY TIME TO GO,
AS I STOOD UP,A HEAVY BLOW OF WIND BLEW,
LIKE IT WAS STOPPING ME FROM GOING.
WITH A SAD HEART I PROMISED THAT SOUL,
THAT I WILL COME AGAIN,
I WILL COME AGAIN SOON.
--- MY OWN POEM
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