“Where is my poem?” Mike shouted,
“I had kept it on the table”,
Mom said from the kitchen,
“It could be behind the cable.”
He searched a lot in there,
But he couldn’t find it behind the cable,
“Where is my poem?” Mike shouted,
“It is not behind the cable.”
He asked his sister,
He asked his father,
“Where is my poem?” Mike shouted,
“No one knows in the house.”
And then he remembered something,
Something he was saying so long,
“Oh mom, dad and dear sister”,
“I found my poem on the table.”
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