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THE SPIKED EVIL
Poem by Goutham
He came with his spikes
Not knowing his evil spice
We shared him with smiles
He proliferated rapidly
And we clambered frantically
To avoid him from growing
We said no to shake hands
And no to hugs and kisses
And followed social distancing
Washing hands regularly
We wriggled him daily
Fearing his existence
He fled with his assistants
Leaving us back to our normal pace...
Goutham,
Std 8, RRVBVHSS Kilimanoor
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