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by Sai Vara Prasad Potharaju Feb 26, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
The days of childhood were full of fun and joy, Those were the golden days of enjoy. Every sunrise was a new ray of hope, Every sunset was something to cope. I went to school like a boy on mission, And always came back with something Which was not for omission. Year after year I was shinning like glittering gold, But there were a few who tied to put me on hold. Everyone tried to defeat me in despair, But I was strong enough to come fair. I thought I would become a saviour, But alas! Now am a survivor....