one of the classroom notes. used to do when i get bored of the chemistry class i guess, at st antony’s public school (saps), kanjirapally

Her tear drops over my wound
Ever have a healing sound
O’ she is my glittering star
Smiling on me from way afar
Golden are the moments with her
The love she showers, I forget never
For she is my love, my dear
My own in any fear

class xi, 20.02.96

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