I was playing dodgeball when it was one
to one. I got hit in the leg, what a painful
sight for painless. There was a terrible sickness
going around and I had to be careful.
It was such a sadness because
I just got a disease. I was really glad I wasn’t helpless or even thankless.
Lots of kindness going on.
Everything wasn’t hopeless and everything was possible. In the darkness I went home without fearless
and careless. The thickness of the fog
was so spotless.
The goodness smell of my mom’s cooking was so intense. Her voice so softness so quiet. The breathless sound of the beating drums
on the television made me the eagerness to
watch. Fearfulness is a never a
sport.
- Harini
- Harini
