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The New Year

Are you all ready to welcome the New Year?


The former year was fully abandoned by Corona, and when the year was at its end, the others thought that 2021 would be the same as the old years, the ones before 2020.


But 2021 was even worse. 2020 corona started from March, atleast there were 2 months to spend without Corona's involvement. As it started on 2020 March, it continued till the end of the new year, 2021. Hopefully, this silly virus will leave our land and restore peacefulness.


Talking about the new year, why don't we read something about the New Year?


The New Year will be here soon,

We have to dress decently, 

And clean up the messes,

Time to feel happy!

But oh dear!

There's still one more fear,

Corona Monster is still here!

Let's wash, wash, wash, 

Wash our hands!

Maintain, maintain,

Social distancing, yeah!

To keep away the enemy,

Enemy, enemy, 

We have to be good, 

Hee, hee, hee!

Try to avoid roaming outside,

To prevent Corona,

When you sanitize, and wash your hands,

Corona will be far,

Away, from you!

To welcome Mr. New Year,

You have to be good, and you must cheer!

I'm sure 2022 will chase the fear,

Yes, yes,

We have corona's gear!

Happy New Year! 


Do you think Corona would go away this year?

We'll, even if you don't, I do. I'm sure it will!

We need the freedom needed! Let's chase the fear! 


Happy New Year!


How will the New Year be? How do you think it'll be?

Let me know in the comments.

Stay tuned in for more!


Comments

  1. Happy New year 2022 to all of you write write write positives we get energy from you Shriyandhaa. 2022 whole year going to be a cheerful year for you to Shripradhaa and to all
    From Pushpa patti

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    1. Thank you thatha, and wish you the same 😊❤️

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