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AS I STOOD ON THE ROOF

The sky was coloured beautifully The crows went to and fro across the roof
tops
And was both vivid and bright,
Searching for titbits of food relentlessly
As I stood on the roof

It was a magnificent, wonderful sight.

A few children were playing in the park

Their voices mingled with the bird’s gentle
twitter,

As I stood on the roof
Wondering when evenings had such a glitter.
cawing

As I stood on the roof
From for above came the hawk’s occasional
cry I was amused by their persistent nagging.
As the silent guardian circled the skies

As I stood on the roof The sparrows hopped about playfully

The hawk looked around with its beady little Weaving their own life story,
eyes. As I stood on the roof
Marvelling at nature in all its glory.

SAMBUDDHA RAY VIII-B

FREEDOM IN CHAINS
He fought with the sturdy chains

Seeking to escape from the torture.

Scarlet blood soaked his torn clothes

Flowing from the robust figure glistening with
sweat,

His shredded muscles bulged out
His eyes burned with fire

As his strength was drawn out from his soul, In his attempt to escape his cruel fate.
He struggled with the shackles

That tormented him like glazing coal. Finally, his battered chains gave way
And the spirited hero broke free,

He stood in all his glory and freedom
Still he didn’t succumb
Unwavering and upright like an oak tree.
To the invaders’ oppressive nature,

SAMBUDDHA RAY VIII-B