for hours and hours about.
his aim was clear, he did never fear,
as he had worked not for short.
But why this happened,
don't know.
This bad luck — oh!
he scored low.
He was sharp, wasn't idle,
his goal he had set.
O! sorry what hurdle,
Made him unfortunate.
-- Anurag Mishra
June 07, 2022
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English
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Literature
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Poetry
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