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NEVER TOO LATE TO TRY AGAIN
                 (An inspiring song to the ones who have failed and thought they could never succeed)

              You know you can shine like a star
              When you really want to show
              That you can do better

              You know you can fulfil your dreams
              Even though they might seem hard
              But it’s never too late to try again

              We all have dreams, yet mistakes too
              We all have failed but succeeded
              We all have got cheated
              Yet stood up again
              But it’s never too late to try again

              This life is short
              We must give it our best shot
              You know it might seem hard
              But we will try our best

              You know you deserve better
              You know you will succeed                        PRERANA SHROFF VIII-H
              You know you can shine like a star
              When you really want to, Just remember that it’s never too late to try again ...!



                                          THE WAGING BATTLE


               The  chieftain  mounted  his  horse  and  or-    At the end of the tragic day,
               dered, “Charge!”
                                                                The sky was the colour of the spilt blood,
               His soldiers, rigid, raised their spears,
                                                                It mourned for them, shedding tears
               They started to march
                                                                And soon the fallen bodies were covered
               Casting away all their fears                     with mud.



               The battalions squared up to one another         During the night, the victorious chieftain
                                                                celebrated
               As the battlefield echoed with their voices,
                                                                While his men buried the dead,
               There were crunching of bones and howls of
               pain                                             Did it matter to them, that in the graves
                                                                they dug up,
               As the soldiers slaughtered each other with
               spears, swords and maces.                        Whether it was their friends or foes who
                                                                were being laid?


               Arrows pierced the shields

               And armours were battered,
                                                                   SAMBUDDHA RAY VIII-B
               As hordes of soldiers met their cruel fate
               The ground had their red blood splattered.
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