Trerrest
Trerrest was
Waiting
My bed room...
He was having
No gun
No kinfe
No bom....
The trerrest was
Comming my
Bed room...
To the windo;
Near my side
Come and sit
On my body...
To bite and drink
My blood...
I was angry
My hands hit
The trerrest but
He was run away....
Some more trerrest
Wating for my room
The trerrest is...
Yes, MOSQUITO's
You also meet
The trerrest
Every day at night
Are day....
Bath room are
Bed room...! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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