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Mridin Govind Poem
As I closed my books,
And went into the bedroom,
I saw a faint figure,
With a balloon as a stomach.
As I moved closer,
A horrible noise started,
Ugh! It was terrible,
ZZZ.... SNORE..... ZZZZZ......
Hoping for the best,
I lay on my bed,
And crying,
I spent an hour
This horrible noise would not let me sleep,
If I live to wake up in the morning,
No one would believe my adventure,
At the least, the guys in the hostel
I prayed to the rain gods,
To send down pitter-patter,
To reduce this noise,
But it turned out,
The gods were worthless
The snoring did not stop,
And it already was 12 'o' clock,
The clock struck ding,
And I cuddled up in my bed,
But only to hear the echoes of his snoring
He slept on like a king,
And I was walking up and down,
Thinking of outwitting him
I threw a pail of water at him ,
To only see him drink it,
I left the world,
And was on my way to heaven,
When his snoring had almost stopped,
But again it began,
And I was pulled down to hell
I threw a packet of Ice cream at him,
To only see him lick it,
And the night passed,
The day began,
But the snoring never ended,
Half-Asleep I dashed against him,
And he gave me a punch,
Oh! First that noise,
And now the punch,
I am really done!
I still remember that day,
When I was 'killed' that day,
I don't really want to say it,
God alone knows,
If someone else,
Had ever heard his snoring,
I would give him my best wishes,
And donate it for his mourning ceremony!!!!!
BY MRIDIN
CLASS- VI
Copyright © Mridin Govind | Year Posted 2020
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