In the lively class 6, a buzz filled the air as the results of the essay contest were announced. Sharvari, known for her flair with words, had always been the star. But this time, her name wasn’t called. Instead, Pradyumna, a quiet boy with big dreams, had claimed the top spot. Surprised whispers filled the room as Sharvari managed a smile, clapping for her friend. Later, Pradyumna approached her, nervously holding his winning essay. "Would you read it?" he asked shyly. Sharvari’s smile grew genuine as she read his heartfelt words, feeling pride replace any disappointment in that sweet moment.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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