sania bashir Poems

The day i was six, met a mishap unknown,
with a drizzling passage of pattern to be known!
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Winter of today is frozen.

chilling, thrilling, pinching
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The day you loose your truffel around
And things seems to be going down and down
Then don't hold and sit around just fair
Because it's the time to beware!
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My day begins with a norm tic..toc..

who else it would be other than my Mom!
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Beneath, the land

my soul is in sleep
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