Mohit Chahal

Rookie (19-11-2000 / Badshahpur)

Our Class - Poem by Mohit Chahal

Our class is best in school
Other classes are not so cool.
We study, we write,
But sometimes we fight.
We score well, we play well,
Other classes just go to hell.
I want some water in my glass,
To elaborate my great class.
Some eat flesh (chicken, etc.) , some eat grass (vegetables) ,
Then also no discrimination is there in our class
Other are fools, we are cool
That is why our class is best in school

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  • (9/4/2014 10:21:00 PM)

    This is a beautiful poem. The poet of this poem is my friend. We together were the best poets of the school. Now we live very far. So, after months, I found his poem. He is just fantastic. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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