April 13, 2025
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Deserted at the Desert

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Saanchi Bhalla, Class 4, Canary The School, Hyderabad
Deserted at the Desert

The strong heat burns my skin,
If it were a race, the sun would win.
I would melt if I were a pin,
And then I would get thrown in the bin.
The sharp cactus pierces my shin,
The desert does not make me grin.

April, 2025 

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