Chitturi Pujith Prasad

Action Fantasy Others

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Chitturi Pujith Prasad

Action Fantasy Others

The School Boy

The School Boy

1 min
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I love to rise in a summer morn. When the birds sing on every tree: The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me. Oh, what sweet company. But to go to school in a summer morn. Ol it drives all joy away: Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day, In sighing and dismay. Ah! then at times I drooping sit. And spend many an anxious hour. Nor in my book can I take delight, Nor sit in learnings bower, Worn thro' with the dreary shower. How can the bird that is born for joy? Sit in a cage and sing. How can a child when fears annoy? But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring.


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