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The Nightmare

I was walking through the desert

With having a sort of breathe

Dust and sand following me

The sun sucking my energy

Seeing myself in colour pale

Greedy for an Adam's ale

Lot of people with carafe

But no one is looking at me

The sight changed

Now I am in north pole

With having a sort of breathe

Not because of the sop sol

But a savage bear coming for me

slipped from a snowcapped mountain

Hearing my mother's scream

Wake up Abhi! It’s your mom

You have had an awful dream

Anshuman Goutam

Class 12
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