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The environment as such
only few trees in bunch
no other greenery around
trees too very old in the round
proposebrook without water a sordid outlook
by the side of a brook
with very little water
no birds to chatter
looks so desolate and dull
seems like a murder in all
with no life around in the call.

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There Sits the Child.


A child over there,

 sits in a corner,

with nothing to share,

looks like a loner,

none to care,

expresses a sordid  groan,

nervous  like a hare,

crys like a mourner,

confined to a bare,

thinking aloud  no sooner,

falls  down in scare,

collapsing every other in a flare,

well, that is  the end of the fair.