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What a Day...


I was elated and the whole throng, Girls were clamourning a cheers song. We frabjously watching the cricket match, One after one enjoyed the defenders catch.. My team won the target, Hollering high like never willing to forget. People saw our lively craze, Thought we would never win the first race.. Second was the round and fielding was ours, But I went fret, lost my glasses, finding for hours. Everything seemed unseen for me. Everyone thinking of how will I play and see.. A girl lended her specs, Took it n gave returns on cheeks with pecks. Playing but thinking it was very expensive. And my mother will slay me, there I went pensive.. Exhausted and remained silent after lossing, Sat down glumly with wet eyes in a way displeasing. Swagata yelled, ur opticals are here, There I won the match when my buddies chase after me for a cheer..
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PjKaur

Hey there.... To know me deep read my poetry..For it is my real self...

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