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Supriti Shakya
Class: 9 ' E'
In the world of fears, there lived a deer,
All done, always in tears,
Nobody but the Birds in the air
Hungers were everywhere no wonder to save himself.
Nobody ever appeared, although there were tons of them
Leaving apart, from all he had,
Going through, the hardest part
Of his unfair life
One cold afternoon, he was nowhere to be seen,
Many thought, he was dead down the hill
Nobody thought, how heard he suffered,
Always going through, the dreadful path,
Wondering where he is
All alone, in some hell,
Disappeared out of sight
In heaven, rest in peace
Thank you