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Samaira Bhansali

Hello folks! Your friend, Sara here. The holidays have begun for many of us and waking up has become quite a chore! 12 year old Samaira Bhansali, a Bookosmian from Mumbai writes a cheeky poem that we will be able to relate to!

Samaira studies at the Cathedral School in Mumbai is a student of the Little Writers’ Club by KathaVachak Khushboo, Founder of Not Just Tales.

One Cold, Winter Morning… | Bookosmia

One Cold Winter morning

 

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

She’d push, she’d pull, she’d smack, she’d whack,
She’d never give me my pillow back!

She’d rush, she’d fuss, she’d knack, she’d attack,
She’d even stop to have a snack.

She’d huff, she’d puff, she’d crush, she’d thrush,
She’d pour over the water with a gush.

She’d gulp, she’d clasp, she’d flush, she’d slush,
She’d even stop to use her brush.

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

 

One Cold Winter morning

 

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Samaira Bhansali, 12, Mumbai

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