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Books- Our Friends For Life

Jan 3, 2024
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By Aarushi Jithesh


Oh, such beautiful books,

Don't judge it with its looks.


Oh, so many pages,

That talk of captured fairies in cage.


Oh, the powerful wizards,

They defeated the dark Blizzard.


Oh, they are cool,

Even the books at the school.


Oh, the versatile colours,

Books to be bought with a few dollars.


Oh, the doorways to fantasyland,

Where the queen is welcomed with musical bands.


Oh, the brave Princess warrior,

With Mr. Dragon, her golden barrier.


Oh, the mischievous master thief,

The land of Prince Aladdin and he has no grief.


Oh, the clever girl detective,

During crisis, she has an attitude that is positive.


Oh, the friends for life,

Books stay with us in our hearts;

Like a stab of knife.



Memories


Magical like the Moors,

Dear memories,

Do not fade over the centuries.


Majestic as the mountains,

Our memories,

Stay forever just as ivories.


Melodic like the moon,

Wonderful memories,

Even of the worst difficulties.


Munificent as the mother,

Lovely memories,

Keep them together in treasuries.


Magnificent like the monuments,

Beautiful memories,

Shouldn't be of war boundaries.


 Memorable as the minutes,

Great memories,

Make more even when;

We are lying in cemeteries.


Always remember that;

“Some memories hurt as hell,

Some will make you laugh as well.”


By Aarushi Jithesh




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