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In the morning time

In the morning light,

I see the life giving Sun bright.

 

The birds flutter here and there.

Then I can’t see them anywhere.

 

These sounds of life in and out of my house,

And the shouting of my mother on seeing a small mouse.

 

The bees suck the sweetest nectar,

I stand there as a spectator.

 

In the morning light,

I see the Sun at a great height

 

I eat my breakfast,

And then complete some important tasks.

 

I go to school to meet my friends,

And write with my colourful pens.

 

In the morning light,

I see the Sun with all its might.

 

Deepannita Mukherjee (Class 7-I)