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Who am I?
Welcome to my world of words! I am Anaya Sheth. I am 12 and currently in 6th grade. I am writing since the age of 6. I love reading and (you guessed it!) writing. I want to be known worldwide for my writing one day.
Category: poem
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They dance in the wind and sway with grace, They bloom from buds and find their place. These are blossoms, with hearts so true, Be they of any hue. They speak no language other than glee, They think, it is the only way to live and be. For life is more than just breathing air,…
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Inspired by Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” Do you ever wish upon a starry summer sky?A wish granted for each shining star,With each little glimmer,A dream coming true. Do you often wish upon a shooting star?A desire held deepest in your heart,Each little twinkle,Tells a tale unlike another,Of love, of despair,Of hope, of dreams. But…
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एक दिन मुझे अजीब सा विचार आया, यदि विद्यालय में कोई अवकाश न होता तो क्या होता? हर दिन मुँह धोकर हम स्कूल पहुंचते, एक दिन भी न होता जब हम देर से उठते। आँखों के निचे काले घेरे पड़ जाते, पढाई से थक कर हम किताबो पे ही सो जाते। दिवाली, होली, राखी में हम शाला में ही होते, क्या सब त्यौहार हम वही मनाते? पढ़ाते-पढ़ाते हमारे शिक्षक परेशान हो जाते, छूटी की राह में सब मुस्कान खो जाते। गर्मी की छुट्टीयो का कोई इंतज़ार न करता, घूमने जाने का समय किसी के पास न होता। अच्छा हे यह सिर्फ सोच हे, हकीकत नहीं, अवकाश बहुत ज़रूरी हे , कोई विकल्प नहीं। – अनाया शेठ
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A place of despair, Devoid of hope, Always war-ridden – Physically or mentally. Have we finished it off? Is there still a ray of light? Darkness. More Darkness. A silent noise always lingers—One no one seems to hear. Yet everyone hears the cries,The echoing scream for help. Why? Why? Why? There are a million whys…
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In a bustling big city, there lived a small bird, Exquisite, rosy, but with eyes filled with the sorrows of the world. He feared this world unkind, Scared of us, the cruel mankind. You see, the bird had witnessed that before, Many of its friends were captured, free no more, The little bird’s heart and…
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