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MAMA WONDERS --1 : RHYME 67

                 Mama Wonders
                              A School Poem

How all take birth and how they
all die,
How youngs become old and weak
one day!
How flowers blossom and how 
fruits grow,
How some trees grow tall, how
some low!
How some live in water and some
in the land,
How some swim and some walk, 
run and stand!
How birds have wings and how 
they fly,
How some birds fly low and some 
fly high!
How some animals live and die 
in jungles,
How some live with humans in 
towns and vills!
How some animals feed on leaves 
and grass,
How some animals feed on other
animals!
How some species are strong and
powerful,
How some species are powerless
and feeble!
How some are big like elephants 
and whales,
How some are small like moths,
bugs and cells!
How some are always angry and
violent,
How some are always calm and
innocent!
How some are friendly always to
each other,
How some are hostile always to
each other!
How lives are all diverse from one
another,
How all have same birth and death,
however!

©️ N P Samal 





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