The wish

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The wish.

Rising in the morning sun near about 9o clocked .
Stiffness feeling when she had knocked"
Tired out of works and hungry so felt,
Danced around my bed ,when my mom potato pelt.

Exhausted by time and body so tempered .
Feeling about my one day but not hampered.
Cleverness of mine fleeted me down.
Wax melted so far as i thrown my crown.

But not too long, but too coarse.
At least it shown me certain force.
Wake fields were grown ,
And trees were drawn.

Time was passing and pain was on,
Really a feeling was there when it will be gone.
Medicines were keen and pinching me a lot,
Thinking of my future life story but didn't get any plot.

At last .
My obstination had lost and i grew pale.
Brine in all my eyes as it was in sale!
Fields were descended and places had crowded.
As so results i had shouted.

Shillings for mirinda ,floated like water.
Nisanthropes now paid attention to the only  daughter.

After a walk of four days of mine with my shelters.
Wakefields criticised with love for days nine.
Stiffness crossed out and i became fine.

I said, i love you my mother don't waste your Brine...
Sincerity developed as mother requested and it was too much interested.
After then i wake up at 5o clock ,
And became sincere like everyone gets shock ...

I thanks to everyone whom had paid me attention ,as  now i am not skittish , 
A glimpse till today ' i drowned in squish.

                                 -shiva rajak.

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