poem THE BALL
When iwas a child
i have a ball
which make noise
when shaked
I am so anxious
what was inside
i tried to know that
by breaking
i tried to know that
by bitting
i tried to know that
by cutting
but my efforts became loose
when i grown up ifor got all
but when i seen it iremember
about my anxious
about my efforts
about my ball once more
when ibroke it i got the
reason behind the noise
i foud an answer
aloso i can realise a truth
the efforts have an end in sucsess
which occur in our whole life
but they dont notice that,but
THE BALL teachb me that fact.
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