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Prays to god for blessing with rush.
Like my mother, i will be able.
Mother‟s debit is unrepayable.
BY- DIYA ROOJ
CLASS –VII -B
Mummy
My mummy is sweet mummy,
She gives me honey hummy.
When I read well,
She loves me very well.
When I sing well,
She calls me my doyel.
My dancing and painting,
She calls enchanting.
But when she feeds me,
She comes and hugs me.
My mummy is sweet mummy,
She gives me honey hummy.
BY –DIYA ROOJ
CLASS- VII B
