The day my sister was born
It was the most cherished day of all.
I thought of her day and night,
Thinking that she has entered this world
And brightened our lives.
The day my sister was born
She was smitten by all.
People stared at her from all the angles,
So pretty she was, that they gifted her bangles.
The day my sister was born
It was the most cherished day of all.
THIS WRITEUP WAS SUBMITTED BY DRASHIKA UDYAWAR OF GRADE VIII, INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE(TIMES OF OMAN) DATED April 14-20, 2011.
It was the most cherished day of all.
I thought of her day and night,
Thinking that she has entered this world
And brightened our lives.
The day my sister was born
She was smitten by all.
People stared at her from all the angles,
So pretty she was, that they gifted her bangles.
The day my sister was born
It was the most cherished day of all.
THIS WRITEUP WAS SUBMITTED BY DRASHIKA UDYAWAR OF GRADE VIII, INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE(TIMES OF OMAN) DATED April 14-20, 2011.
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