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OUT OF THE BLUES
I was a lonely drop of water
Every one hated me
Because I was of a different kind
No one said good to me.
They always said I would be used by a cleaner
I tried my best to refuse One day I woke up
But whenever I did Seeing myself heading straight to the ocean
They gave me a bruise But one lucky blow of wind
I didn’t know what I should do Made me go towards a shell in the wide blue
I would just scream and get confused . And it made me a pearl
Wanted by the world
Who thought I would be a loner
ABHINAV SIVAKUMAR IX-A From the buckets of a cleaner.
MY LIFE
And all of a sudden someone held my
hands
I saw up and realized it’s my friend
They carried me by their side
And I was blinded by the light
I started to feel deep inside
To have such good friends by my side
I was walking in a path
I started to run and saw my parents
I could not see anything because it was dark
Who wanted me to rise
I wanted to see the light
They held me and pushed me high
And be recognized
And then my might began to crawl
I started to run with all my might
And then I was recognized by all
As if I wanted to catch a flight
And blessed by god, I was the dream of all.
I fell down and it shattered my heart
I felt my hope tear apart ABHINAV SIVAKUMAR IX-A
