The rising sun, the smiling flowers;
The trudged feet, the sleepy eyes.
The chirpy birds, the playful wind;
The tired minds, the silent sighs.
The fresh air, the peaceful nature;
The disciplined lives, the sad faces;
The vacant fields, the lush greenery;
The burdened shoulders as time races.
The blue sky, the colorful rainbow;
The unfinished dreams, the mute cries.
The finished homework, the stunted brain;
This is how our childhood dies.
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