Marks Poem by prashant hooda
Marks
Once upon a time,
My marks made me proud,
But this time in ninth,
It hides me in crowd,
Early i read deeply,
But now a days i read hurridly,
In ninth my marks made me shy,
This was because i never try,
Let me all the time cry,
That's the reason iu wanna die
My marks hurt me,
Why! i can't study,
But this time i promise,
I will no more lazy! ! !
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
hey frndz, this was my new sonet. i am discribing my fellings towards my undisired marks in ninth class with a beautiful rhyme scheme in my poem
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