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Poem





                                                       Ballad


            The Ballad originated as a folk song that tells an exciting story. It is a popular poetic form all over the
            world. People make up and sing Ballads in cultures that have no reading or writing, as well as in those
            that do.


                     The Loyal Dog                                        Winter Days



                       • Ashutosh Kunwar •                                  • Sofie Pradhan •


            Once there lived a man
            With his dog and parents they were a family
            Together they played
            Together they slept and ate


            The man and his dog shared a special bond
            Of each other they were fond
            Both were happy and joyous
            One day something caused everything to go
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            The man came back from a party drunk               nog-echt-winter
            Calling others a punk and skunk
            He went upstairs looking like a clown              It was on a winter day
            He slipped and went down                           The cold air was blowing
                                                               The man was freezing
            His family was sad so was his dog                  But he was still going
            Noone could speak a single dialogue
            The dog sat in the man’s chair                          He wore nothing but a coat
            knowing not what to do                                  To go meet his love
            He waited for years as if he was saying                 But when he reached there
            I am always here for you                                He was shocked


                                                               Lying on her bed
                                                               She looked as good as dead
                                                               Her once green eyes
                                                               Had now turned red


                                                                    It was time for her to go
                                                                    She said her last words
                                                                    Which was filled with sorrow
                                                                    And then she was gone
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