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Aathifa, X


 

The angel who taught us how to fly…

Who supported us to grow from Sprouts,

to Tall Trees, touching the skies…

Showering us the blessings of knowledge like tiny droplets of rain…

Granted us the gift, to blossom as beautiful flowers…

Displayed us the world filled with colors!

Offered a helping hand when wanted…

Leading us to the path of heavenly future as bright as a shining sun…

 

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