Well,There I was having my breakfast at 7.00a.m in the Sunday morning.Dim light bathed my soul, so did the morning breeze.I was at my kitchen table.Sitting and sipping a mug of hot espresso.Watching the morning sun rise.My dad came to the kitchen and asked me."My dear son,kishern.Would you mind,If i were to ask you something before school begins."I replied"Yes you may ask."He asked"Any final preparations before the bone-breaking day of school."I said"No thank you."He stumbled away without any words.
After dinner,I walked up two flights of stairs to enter my very room of work.Looking at my objects.All neatly arranged,Then I went to the creator of my poetries.My computer of course.Then,I started browsing to my blog site.Obviously you guys would know.I started to admire my work and creation for the very last time before I embark to the convent of fears and tears.Where it is no better than no man's land.
After the admiration.I went to the site known as Facebook.To have a last friendly conversation with all my dearest friends and enemies.I had the last great talks and laughters.Before shutting it away.Now here I am just typing this piece of short essay.No better than Stygian smoke or tobacco with tobasco sauce on it.
When I finish typing this,My mother will come to me with harsh looks.To inflict negative wounds all over my face.My naggy mother comes to me with baggy eyes making complaints and frowns.Which turns the town brown.Ah yes,Here the night bird comes telling me to sleep well.For tomorrows plight will be the flight to remember.There now I went to bed awaiting the perils in the darkness without blight and might.
After dinner,I walked up two flights of stairs to enter my very room of work.Looking at my objects.All neatly arranged,Then I went to the creator of my poetries.My computer of course.Then,I started browsing to my blog site.Obviously you guys would know.I started to admire my work and creation for the very last time before I embark to the convent of fears and tears.Where it is no better than no man's land.
After the admiration.I went to the site known as Facebook.To have a last friendly conversation with all my dearest friends and enemies.I had the last great talks and laughters.Before shutting it away.Now here I am just typing this piece of short essay.No better than Stygian smoke or tobacco with tobasco sauce on it.
When I finish typing this,My mother will come to me with harsh looks.To inflict negative wounds all over my face.My naggy mother comes to me with baggy eyes making complaints and frowns.Which turns the town brown.Ah yes,Here the night bird comes telling me to sleep well.For tomorrows plight will be the flight to remember.There now I went to bed awaiting the perils in the darkness without blight and might.
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