Harsimran Singh Poems

In the jungle the lion roams free
in the jungle by the trees
scanning the jungle with its eyes
hearing for sounds and for cries
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I put on my shoe
held the laces that were blue
I made a knot lightly
then i made another tightly
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I went outside with my sword
working under my fair lord
i took out my shield that was made of steel
it was heavy and shaped like a wheel
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Holding the football as I ran
through the field fast as a fan
dodging the defense and every man
kept running and looking at my fans
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