The Good Old Leaf

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The Life – Giver
I keep swinging by
In a secret lullaby,
The wind caressing me
I hear the buzzing of bee
I change my colour every season
Honestly, without much reason.
I give my best – Oxygen
To the people around my region.
But this life giver ….
would die sooner or later
When the wind is hard
and there’s none to guard
It will break from the branch
falling and failing down with grief,
Its the good, old leaf ….

                              – By Sagarika Mishra

                                St. Joseph High School, Std – vi

                                Bhubaneshwar

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