Written by: Aagat Mani Sharma - 29050, Grade V
Posted on: 24 November, 2021
I was at a good sleep
Then the alarm clock starts to beep.
I started to do my daily routine.
I finished it at 7:14
I felt like something was missing
I went to the mirror rushing.
I can’t see my hair,
That was rare.
Then I thought,
With an imagination I brought.
Oh God! Where’s my hair?
That’s not fair.
You don’t care
But that’s rare.
