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Poet,anjali denandi,mom ………………………………………….. My successs i do not know many words. i did not win many awards. yet, i am a poet; i create and create......... yes, i donate and donate......... i never earn. oh ! don't think it, fun ! yes, i have many fans; but i can not talk with them ! because my speaking -powers are weak ! oh ! the humans ! forgive me ! do you know my name ? yes, ANJALI DENANDI,MOM; Do you seek me ? don't seek ! yes, i lam living in new delhi,now;yes. please ! come on ! if you love my creation, then you( must) shall meet with me; i know it . i know, you love me, with your every heart-beat; am i right ? oh ! my every fan ! oh !oh!oh!..................... you like my poems, it is my good-luck;yes. welcome ,in my address ! yes,yes,yes............. you are my success. save poet, ANJALI DENANDI,MOM A VERY OLD BUILDING; SOME CHILDREN WERE READING,THERE; IT WAS THE FIRST FLOOR. SOME PEOPLE WERE ON THE GROUND FLOOR,ALSO. THE AGE OF THE BUILDING WAS 300 YEARS. I WAS IN THAT BUILDING, WHICH WAS SIDE OF IT. SUDDENLY, I HEARD,A HIGH SOUND. WHAT WAS THE MATTER ? I COULD NOT UNDERSTOOD ! ?.... MY MOTHER PULLED ME ,THEN, WE REACHED FAR FROM OUR HOUSE. AFTER SOME MINUTES, WE HEARD THAT, ALL PEOPLE WERE CRYING; THE BUILDING WAS BREAKING DOWN. DUST AND DUST, COVERED, THE PLACE. NOTHING WAS SEEN. AFTER SOME MINUTES STOPED THE BREAKING. ALL WERE RUNNING TOWARDS THE BUILDING. ALL WERE CRYING. WERE THE PEOPLE OF THE BUILDING, DIED ? ! WHO WERE STAYED IN THE BUILDING. BUT ALL WATCHED THAT, ONLY THOSE PARTS WERE STILL THEN ALSO; AND THE WHOLE BUILDING WAS DESTROYED. WHERE THE PEOPLE WERE STAYED. ALL SAVED THEM,THEN. THEY CAME OUT FROM THAT BREAKING-BUILDING. AND ALL SAID, "WE WERE SAVED BY THE BLESSING OF ALMIGHTY ! THANKS ! OH ! OUR GOOD-LUCKS !"

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