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| The cold |
Foggy morning and shivering night,
Mid day sky is free from kites.
Children are missing their rights,
The crops are weeping for sunlight.
The doors and windows are tight,
Eye holders are forgetting sunlight.
This winter producing a sight,
Which often occurs at a height.
Everything is super chilled,
Body veins are ice filled.
Soft noses are looking chilled,
And people are quenched killed.
-written in 2003
- By Satya
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