Ria Varghese Biography

Near my house there was a tree
I liked that tree
I imagined that it could talk to me
One day, the woodcutter came and cut it down
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A pen has a nib and a cap,
And when i miss it, it falls on my lap.
I write with it,
And stick my hand to it,
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We are destroying nature
Just to make furniture!
We are wasting electricity
But right now, I'm in curiosity
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A silent and barren land,
Filled with sand and only sand.
A hot dry land with scorching heat,
Makes the sand burn which may burn your feet.
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The lake was gleaming,
As it was flowing.
It was also cool,
But it couldn't drool.
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