Poem by Sudha
One, two, I don’t what to do.
Three, four, it’s never happened before.
Five, six, stop with the tricks.
Seven, eight, this can’t be fate.
Nine, ten, it’ll start again.
One, two, it can’t be true.
Three, four, I can’t ignore.
Five, six, it makes me sick.
Seven, eight, I can’t help but hate.
Nine, ten, I never knew life back then.