Sitting in my classroom,
beside the window on my left,
I gaze outside
there is a Sheesham tree,
shadowing the sunlight in patches over me.
While strands of sunlit hazel
tickle my cheeks,
so, the breeze murmurs for me
to tuck them behind
as I gaze outside;
a bird perches on the lines,
chirrups to me in wistful eyes
then scampers to flight,
into a sky of blue
stroked with white.
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