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You Are Wrong

Everyday is a rainy day or cloudy, Sunshine comes very often, When we have a bright and sunny day, Most of us like to work in a Garden. Everyone likes flowers but very few, Like to grow their own plants, But different colours and fragrances around them, Appeals to every heart when smiles In rows and spreads scent in Air To reminds their existence around them. Grass looks nice in a low level, But hard to cut it again and again, Children like to play football, Members like to set in the evening, And likes to walk in the morning, But never changed their attitudes, To throw rubbish on the grass. At that time, when I cut the grass, Few stones or hard peace of wood, When comes to touch the blade, Lawnmower feels disturbance, And compels itself to stop progress, It feels strange when job stops. People like greenery and sights, Appeals to their heart as a beauty, But never controls, their finger always, Harm soft leaves; they treat them hard, But never learns a lesson about beauty, Never exits without someone’s efforts. I always feel anger when my turn came, I thought, I will treat to my mum, She always throws pieces of bread, When I was standing in the kitchen, And looking through the window. On the grass and spreads dirt over it. Suddenly, a saw a beautiful Magpie, A long tale and strips on his back, Picked a piece of bread and flew, Sat on the fence and picked bread, In his peak and looked upon me, As he said to me,’you are wrong’.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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